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October:
--- Quote from: Anonymous ---Hi Cathy!
I am so glad you shared your feelings, but at the same time sorry that you felt invisible. I am always very moved and inspired by your posts. Several of mine have gone off topic at times...I think we all just get caught up in the moment sometimes. I want to continue to hear your voice - it is a strong, educated, encouraging voice and one that I always look for in my visits to the board.
Big supportive hugs to you.
Want to share more about feeling invisible? If so, I'm here. If not, that's ok too.
Your cyber-friend,
Michelle
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Hiya Michelle
My mum uses the wrong word for lots of things. Like when my daughter was small and took a bottle, and mum always called it a 'pipe'. God knows where she got that from, but I said, don't confuse her, call it a bottle, like everyone else.
As far as I can see, she uses the wrong word with little children so that she can see when they are copying her and using her word, and then she laughs at them, and calls them queer (Yorkshire talk for strange or unusual, especially icw children - nothing to do with gay) It is a kind of power trip for her not to use the same (correct) word as everyone else but to have her own kind of superior language forms.
However, my background is in linguistics, so I don't let her get away with it. Which is why she finds me difficult to deal with. :lol: I ask her why she uses particular words, and whether they are Yorkshire dialect (often they are not, they are just her own invention).
I think if Ns could get away with it, they would have a whole different language from the rest of us. As it is, they share very few meanings in common, so they may as well be aliens with a translation device. The words almost sound right, but none of the meanings are there.
Seeing my t today. Always makes me jittery. Thanks for being there.
(((((Hugs))))))
C
flower:
Hi October,
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Thanks so much for your insight and support.
It aided my healing. Too much of my heart
was in this post to let it remain here for posterity on the web.
The post served its purpose and now it is time to
edit it or gently take it down.
To every thing there is a season, and a time
to every purpose under the heaven: Ecclesiates 3:1
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Glennis:
Flower and October,
I'm also on the West Coast of the US. I love the access to all the different areas... I'm in a valley between the ocean and the mountains. Beautiful, if I must say so.
My n-mother has an odd speech pattern. She strings her words together with a lot of nonsensical syllables when she can't quite think of what she wants to say. It's almost like she's trying desperately to keep one's attention. A family friend once said she's the only woman he knows who can talk on the intake.
Her speech is most clear when she's doing her "interrogation thing." Questions are rapid-fire, and she IS trying to catch one in a lie. I once told her she doesn't have to know everything. She replied she DOES have to know everything. She didn't even realize how stupid she was sounding.
flower:
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Thanks so much for your insight and support.
It aided my healing. Too much of my heart
was in this post to let it remain here for posterity on the web.
The post served its purpose and now it is time to
edit it or gently take it down.
To every thing there is a season, and a time
to every purpose under the heaven: Ecclesiates 3:1
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October:
Sounds like this is a great new thread in the making; games Ns play. We could bring out a compendium for the Christmas market!! LOL!!
Speaking of which, my Nmum loves crosswords and quizzes on telly. She loves saying the answers before the contestants, but with a tone of voice which really makes clear that they are stupid not to know the answer, or not to be as quick as her. And she writes it all down and keeps it. She is a compulsive hoarder of just about everything. Very unhappy woman, really.
I went round the other day and she 'mentioned in passing' hanging out the washing at 4am. I took no notice, because - well you know.
And yesterday I had to get my brother's wallet from their house (he had gone into town without it and rang me. Only he didn't just want money, he wanted his money and his wallet. :? ) Anyway, I said as I was leaving, 'anyone want to go to town'? And mum answered, 'I would, but I have a swollen foot.' See, everything has to be about her. So I said, 'that's a shame', and drove away.
Makes me seem really heartless unless you understand how Ns work. There is no-one else in the world (except another N) that I would just drive away from when a clear call for attention comes like that.
Which is half the trouble, I suppose. The guilt remains for having to be heartless in order to maintain survival boundaries.
West coast - that is the Pacific coast, isn't it? What a long way away!! I occasionally get to paddle in the Atlantic (East Coast of England), but have never paddled in the Pacific. :lol: Perhaps I should put it onto a long term wish list. 8)
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