arfie
Status: knowledge is all past tense. i can't **know** a thing until it has already happened. stay in the present tense. stay ignorant.
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Was it the late 70's or early 80's when civillian therapists began channeling me toward "Incest Survivor's Support Groups?" The facts are probably available somewhere in my therapy journal from that...
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This new and improved puppet show in my head seems be getting louder and more raucous. Not to worry, my friends from the PTSD forum. I amnae mistaking any of you for the puppets in my head. It be a...
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Big Sis is as girlie as girls get. Big Bro is folding into his manly resignation that boys don't get to have fashion flourishes and has adopted Gampy's high tech uniform of blue jeans and t-shirts....
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This morning finds me working to encapsulate the yaddahs of the blahs concerning my son's in-laws and their legal manueverings. I find them fitting quite neatly with the cast of the Welfare Puppet...
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"If it looks too good to be true, it probably is too good to be true." ~AnonWas it High School where I first bumped into those words? I honestly donae know and care even less, but I remember thinking...
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I find myself having coffee with the ghost of my son's wife this morning. "Mommy" to the children. She isnae here for me, but her presence is strong and oft-honored here. Big Sis is quite proud of...
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Today is the Permanency Hearing to decide the next step in the welfare of the three children who automatically became Wards of the State the minute their parents died on September 21st, 2019. I am...
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Leaning gently into the flashback series triggered by my son's in-laws and the official yaddahs of tomorrow's Permanency Hearing, I find myself wondering if cigarettes were my schooling in Passive...
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Yesterday was an intensive therapy day, but the tools seem to have done their job. This morning was even blessed with A Holy Shit. The condition of bowels remain my most trusted wellness indicator....
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In the late 60's, our lives in the country suburbs of Chicago were imploding during the years that my morbidly obese mother was dedicating her time and energy to the avant garde of the current...
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That word still triggers my stubborn streak. My favorite part of smoking is it offends most of the folks I would prefer to never spend time with. Yes, Mother. You already know you are the shining...
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I am quite far from certain, nor in need of certainty, but it be entirely possible I was raised with the proverb that the light at the end of the tunnel is usually an oncoming train. The doomsayings...
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After the ordeal of extracting them from the inner city duplex home of my son's in-laws, carrying the children back to their new house was downright magical, from the 3 hours of anticipation to the...
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Over the course of this child custody drama, my son's FIL has been triggering some pretty mean flashbacks to the 3 year older sister I have dubbed, "Pimp Sis." Yesterday's antics brought the two...
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The discovery of our old life in the old house is rocking my psyche like the archeological find of the century this morning. It is disheveled and tattered with pieces missing, but recognizably there....
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