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OnlyMe:
Dear Dr. Grossman,


--- Quote ---She listened to every word, and, for a short time, I found a place in the world.
--- End quote ---


I happened upon this thread today, and was very touched.  So many feelings from way down inside me began to bubble to the surface as I read your words, and my eyes began to puddle.
This sentence has just triggered a huge personal revelation for me : I have been struggling with why I become weepy when someone is kind to me, for it isn't very becoming for a woman 'of a certain age' :oops: !  I seem to have been 'stuck' at this stage in my healing journey of coping with, accepting, and moving on past the diagnosis of 'severe childhood trauma and abuse' at the hands of my NParents (one still alive).  Your sentence explains it so clearly -- when someone is kind to me, I know that they see me and hear me, and that they just might have noticed the Good in me ... "and for a short time, I have found a place in the world".

"Thank you" seems so flimsy, but I sincerely and gratefully am saying "Thank You" for helping me, today.  
It's time for me to stop Bumping!

Dr. Richard Grossman:
Hi, Only Me—

Thanks for responding.  Miss Wooley, my first grade teacher was wonderful.  And though she’s long gone, I’m glad she had an effect on you as well, so many years later.

Best wishes,

Richard

les:
Dear Dr. Grossman

Like you, I was the third born. My mother told me at some point in my childhood that my father had wanted me aborted and that I wouldn't be alive if it hadn't been for her.  I understand now why she did this.

The dear dear Miss Wooleys of the world. They breathe life into us. My Miss Wooley was the school nurse. I had an "accident" in grade one (oh those little puddles under the desks)  The nurse cleaned me up so gently and sat me on a soft towel on the radiator - I felt warm and safe and for some reason this made me cry.  

Thanks again for all that you have given us here - a place, your  understanding and an opportunity to learn about you and hear your stories.

Les

Dr. Richard Grossman:
Hi, Les--

Thanks for your response.  I very much appreciated the story of your school nurse.  It's not easy being third and unwanted--colors one's whole life.

Best,

Richard

Anna:
Hi all,

I too was that third child... and in therapy, I came to realize how wrong and sad it was for a 6? year old to have to tell herself how LUCKY she was to be here since her mom and dad could have stopped since they had one girl and one boy -- obviously I was "in the way".  Had they told me something in words?  I don't remember the words per se but are words necessary when you're invisible?  It's just wrong for a child to have to try and convince herself that she matters.

Peace,
Anna

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