As the title says…
Whatever I posted that is incorrect is something I read somewhere, and after researching it, discovered the same elsewhere. I can say that all this was based on ignorance and naivete, as per Dr. G., about who to believe.
Those who knew me from the time I joined and read my Story---my beginnings-- have a better idea of who I am. My story is under “isittoolate” in the Stories section, about not being taught many things correctly, as a little girl and flying by the seat of my pants as life progressed. Everything went wrong, as my choices were poor.
This didn’t set a good example for my daughter, but I thought I was being a good mother. Being that she is homosexual, which I accept because she is finally happy, is not a problem for me. I was raising her as heterosexual, but now I understand that this can be spotted in a Grade 1 child by its first crush! She is now living a different life with her partner who has 3 little children and they have their own life, with my D having only her youngest left at home. He is 18.
She once told me that she was angry with me for not realizing that when she was 12 and swallowed a bottle of aspirin and I didn’t know until the Dr. called me, that her problem was me and my disability. So she had a few chores and responsibilities that other children didn’t have, but she did them and graduated with Honours and has 2 University degrees. (U is higher than College in Canada.) In later life she told me that she didn’t know what I did, but whatever it was she didn’t mind hard work. I am interested now in the ‘flowering’ of her 3 ‘step-children’ but her life now is apparently none of my business. I can accept that as long as she is happy, and remain content with knowing that. (However I would love it if she wrote to me.)
Anything I have said that was wrong could have been responded with, “Where on earth did you come up with that? ”and I would have said, “From researching the internet, or ? Book I read“, and possibly be set straight without the hatred and name-calling. Nothing is/was an original idea of my own, because of the lack of learning back in the late ‘40s and ‘50s.
Now I don’t know who to trust. But I trust my lawyer, my grief counsellor and my physical therapist, because they have come to know me and believe I possess a good outlook on my life. My PT has a N mother who she hasn’t seen in 18 years and we can have very sensible conversations about that, because of my experience with Ns. Also her husband has N parents. Because of her unbelievably great attitude about her life and her husband’s she is very helpful for me. I see her 3 times a week, and when I asked if we could stop 2 of the exercises, or modify them, because I was frustrated over the lack of progress., she did modify them, but knew me better than I knew myself and a couple of days ago I realized she had returned to the original positions and I succeeded, as never before. She said it was likely because I never had anyone who believed in me, who supported me in troubled times…then I mentioned fear of failure that came from long ago and all this fell into place, because I used a wrong word to my lawyer, lack of ‘motivation’’…the grief counsellor called it ‘avoidance’ and today with the latter I told her that the light went on, finally. I was just ‘stuck’, again, in not understanding myself.
If I never said it, having an out of body near death experience can change one’s personality. I had that back in 1969, and can see now that I changed then, and came home from the hospital, after one year, to my 6 yr old, who likely found me different in two ways. I was never actively her mother for 2 days less than one year.
Now for19 months I have been healing, from another car incident. I spent all most of the first 12 months in excruciating pain and on drugs, after 3 surgeries and thought it would never end. I have been misled by professionals along the way, but my PT’s , and my, hard work has strengthened my leg muscles to the point that I am once again independent, having less pain but still improving. I can do what I used to do, but slower and more clumsily (I can finally pull up my underwear in the bathroom without returning to my bedroom to lie down and do it. It takes about 2 minutes, but it is improvement. Can you imagine staying in for most of 18 months because you cannot use a public washroom? I can, once again clean my home, drive my car (was dependent upon public transportation for 14 months.) I know there are people worse off that I am, but I am not a quitter and the important, to me, people here know it.
I make mistakes, but I doubt very much that I would spew such hatred against another if I didn’t know from where that person came, his/her upbringing and life’s experiences.
I have a corner in my mind where I store the ugly things and now they are just facts. That is where that post will go, because I know who I am, my beliefs, but am often led astray by folks with whom I am not up close and personal…the folks I trust is because we know one another. I too ended up with an N, unbeknownst to me, until he had me well away from my family and province, before he showed his true colours. I just couldn’t believe I had been rsuckered by a man, who was just like the man my daughter married at 19...who suckered her.
None of us knows everything and we keep learning until we die.
I am sorry that this Forum is even necessary but it is, as there are Ns everywhere and we must learn to recognize them. Since I have been N free since 2002 before I joined this forum, I have now not too much to say and don’t know some of the newbies (to me) who have arrived in the interim. This accident has taken all my strength and my thoughts to overcome and understand myself again, as once again I begin a ‘different’ life.
I am grateful for the pleasant posts on that other thread as they are from members who were here when I joined., and I apologize to those with N parent(s) as that I do not understand. My parents were not N’s but were not at all good at parenting, so I and my 4 siblings have gone our own ways. One is a golf snob, one is an N, one is ‘troubled underneath but never shares’ and the brother is not into family politics. They have built their lives around their marriages. …and we are all seniors now, just as distant from one another as we were as children, fighting and scrapping and “trying to kill one another“.
I did apologize about the topic and was accused of not, so maybe not all my posts were read. Yes, my information came from books and the Internet, but to be charged with ”being guilty of breaking an International Law and crimes against humanity” was certainly going overboard and taken from the Internet.
I still say though that “the world is in bad shape!“
Respectfully
Izzy