The Long Goodbye, Part lll
I miss Mom. Every time I look into her vacant eyes, I search for some sign of connecting, of understanding. Where are you, Mom? Am …
I'm a mom and have been an elementary art educator for 33 years. One of my goals in life is to travel and to experience the great art of the world.
I'm a mom and have been an elementary art educator for 33 years. One of my goals in life is to travel and to experience the great art of the world.
My two children (25 and 21), my 1 year old grandson, my pets (six cats and two dogs), drawing, movies, good food, drives in the country, walks on the beach or in the woods, spirituality, art museums, taking and developing my own photographs (Ansel Adams is one of my favorite photographers), shopping at antique and thrift shops, and making my home my castle.
My two children (25 and 21), my 1 year old grandson, my pets (six cats and two dogs), drawing, movies,
I miss Mom. Every time I look into her vacant eyes, I search for some sign of connecting, of understanding. Where are you, Mom? Am …
My sister and I hadn't been home long when the phone rang. It was my stepfather, saying that my mom was refusing to give him a towel, …
My 81 year old mother has been in cognitive decline for over a year. The police have two documented occurences of her getting lost, …
Wishing you a Happy Thanksgiving!! I hope you have a wonderful day! Much love, Katey xo
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Thinking of you my sweet friend!! I sure do hope things are settling down for you. Love you bunches, Katey XXXX
I have been cycling anxiety and depression all of my life. After several unsuccessful attempts at getting help in therapy, I am in treatment after a major breakdown.
I have generalized anxiety disorder. At night, I typically fall asleep for four hours, then wake up frequently until I have to get up. I worry about everything I need to do that day. I also avoid social situations whenever possible.
As a child, both of my parents believed in corporal punishment--a "spare the rod, spoil the child" philosophy of child rearing. I was beaten with belts, hairbrushes,or switches, had my hair pulled, things thrown at me, and my mouth washed out with soap. My father inflicted most of the pain, and sometimes my mother would make me wait until my father came home from work to get a whipping. The more I acted out, the more I was beaten.
I was present in the room when my father molested my sisters, but only experienced one repressed memory six years after it happened. I have always suspected that there are more memories that I cannot access. My intuition tells me that I was molested, too.
I am an adult child of an alcoholic father. My family never talked about the anger, betrayal, fear, guilt, loneliness, and shame that we lived with every day. My sisters and I were physically, emotionally, and sexually abused by my father.
I have always been shy. While my sisters were starring in high school theater productions, or playing sports, I was the quiet homebody. I always felt invisible and unpopular. I avoid social situations if at all possible, and I have no close friends. I became an art teacher because I feel safest with children.
I have been pulling my hair out for as long as I can remember. I probably pull 2-3 times a week, and I do it all over my head. I have noticed some thinning on top. Sometimes I pull my hair out when I'm watching t.v. or talking on the phone. Other times I pull when I'm concentrating on a task. When I start, I feel like I can't stop. I drive my family crazy. My mother used to pull out her hair, and my daughter pulls the hair on her eyebrows.I also bite my nails, which I've read is related.
My 23 year old daughter was recently diagnosed with emerging bipolar disorder. She refuses to take medication because she wants to start a family.
When I was six, I hid under my parents' bed while my father molested my nine year old sister. For years, two other sisters were molested and raped also, although I have been able to remember few details. Viewing sex on t.v. or at the movies brings flashbacks of the trauma.
In August 2006, my 18 year old son went away to college. I experienced extreme sadness and a profound sense of not being needed anymore. Less than a month later, my daughter got married. I continued to feel that my purpose in life was over. When my children left home, all the feelings I'd stuffed for most of my life just hit me like a tidal wave. I had a difficult time coping with life, and became severely depressed. I could no longer function.