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teartracks:



KZ,

:cry: So many parts of your story are like mine.

Ruminating seems to be a part of the path to emotional health. 

You're on the right track, I believe.  Sometimes it will seem like you've made no progress, but later you'll find that you have.  Minuscule bits and pieces of healthiness are forming inside you.

Hugs to you,

tt

nolongeraslave:

--- Quote from: Redhead Erin on October 25, 2011, 08:17:03 PM ---If everything was that easy, there would be no shrinks in the world. 

I wish I knew what to tell you, but I am in almost the same boat. Welcome aboard. 

(((Kay)))

(Those were hugs by the way!)

--- End quote ---

Erin, I haven't seen you post here in forever! <hugs>


Kayzee-

Welcome. My heart goes out to you that you're in this situation, but I'm glad you can see how your N mom is trying to prey on you.  As far as other people being able to move on, I find myself saying "Shit happens" to others, but my heart on the inside is broken. 

BonesMS:
Hi, KayZee.

I got chills when I read how the NWombDonor spiked your food with laxatives because she believed you weren't going to the bathroom enough!!!!  I thought:  "My God!  I've met not just one but TWO IDIOTS who attempted to do EXACTLY that to me AND a newborn baby!"  If I may explain:

I used to work as an interpreter for the Deaf many, many moons ago and two close friends of mine were expecting their first child.  They designated me as their interpreter and it was thrilling to watch my now-godson come into the world!  The birth also coincided with the BIG BLIZZARD of 1979 and I was snowed in with the family, which included the new parents, the newborn, the paternal grandparents, paternal aunt, and paternal great-grandmother.  The baby's great-grandmother had an OBSESSION with laxatives and was constantly trying to feed me meals spiked with them!   :shock:  I was always removing these pills and telling her to leave my plumbing alone.  Then, one day, I overheard the baby's great-grandmother and baby's grandmother discussing how they were going to slip laxatives into the newborn when the parents' backs were turned!   :shock: :shock:  THIS INFANT WAS LESS THAN A WEEK OLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!   :shock: :shock: :shock: :shock:  Their excuse?  They actually told me they believed this newborn wasn't going to the bathroom enough!!!!!!   WTF?!?!?!?!?  :?

I was so outraged that I got loud and told both of them that IF either one of them went near that infant, I would knock them through a brick wall!!!   :evil:  I made sure the baby's parents were aware of what these two IDIOTS were planning on doing!!!  The baby's father attempted to convince me that it was all talk and no threat.  I pointed out what his grandmother/baby's great-grandmother tried to do to me, which made the threat all the more real since this infant could not defend himself like I could protect myself.  His wife/baby's mother pointed out that these two DING BATS were no longer permitted to babysit their toddler nephew because they fed that child laxatives!!!!

I thought the mold was broken after I met these two Whack-jobs.  Then I read about your NWomb-Donor!!!   YYYYRRRRRCCCCHHH!!!!!!!!

Bones

Hopalong:
I think there is a very bizarre obsession with poo in parts of this culture's disturbed-woman psyche.

Some kind of internalized disownership of their own bodies, that they project onto infants'....

Whaddo I know, but it struck me...

xo
Hops

teartracks:




When you think of it, our bodies (women's) from the waist down are made up of all sorts of 'pouches'.  Well there are a couple of pretty important ones above the waist too!  My granddaughter made a very funny remark about all of that (which I can't remember now).  The thing I do remember is the truth in what she said.  As I write this, it doesn't seem very relevant. 

tt

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