Last month I posted a
series of anecdotes depicting my mother. There's a link to another such post in the comments; I've posted a fair number over the years. One of the more pernicious things about living with that kind of crazy, of being constantly told by the primary in-charge authority figure that my perceptions and recollections were wrong-
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It also tells us that any of us can do harm to others without intending to.
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That probably doesn't make a lot of sense, sorry. I don't know how better to tell it.
All I know is - my mother did horrid stuff to me and I don't forgive her, partly because as an adult I stop myself from (or don't even think of) doing horrid stuff all the time, and so she should have been able to. But I also don't hate her any more. I feel sorry for her, I dislike her, and I weep for the child I was, but...
We really ought to go for tea soon, if you're up to it! I can talk about this stuff or not. We have been in the same city for far too long. I am avail weekdays from 9:30 to 2:30 (kid free!)...
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https://www.dropbox.com/s/bya12g0e6tmril0/prisoners_of_childhood.pdf
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1. How'd you scan the book? Cut off the binding and hand-scan each page? Document feeder? Something else?
2. How'd you set up an anyone-can-access download link on Dropbox? Seems like a dumb question, but so far it's resisted my efforts.
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I'll mouse around anew in my Dropbox and see what turns up, thanks.
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I'm glad you're here, and (so far as I can tell!) in fine fettle.
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(And another of the best things about being an adult is if you want to eat cookies for breakfast, can't nobody stop you.)
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