I think you are way more successful and way tougher than you realize. I'm professionally successful but I'm in total awe of what you've done in your life and how you held it together for all those years and against the odds that you were up against.
I wish you could see yourself like much of the rest of the world does - as an amazing survivor. It makes me so sad that the extreme feminist view is the one that you are most familiar with because these kind of hate groups have such a huge negative impact on those around them -on both their followers and their enemies.
Are women and men both treated badly? Yep. But I think what sucks is that the hate groups take that concept and use it to spread more hate rather than working on the actual problem. The goal of extremists is to convince you that you don't matter, or that you deserved what happened to you, or that you are to blame for whatever they are fighting against. But they are wrong. They are ALWAYS wrong. That's why they are such a huge part of the bigger problem.
You are worth so much more than they want you to believe. Now I just have to get you to see that! :hug:
Oh - I I'm betting your t is excited she finally has someone interesting to work with! My T has told me that -- she loves it when someone comes in her door who forces her to really use her skills and education rather than someone coming in to whine about a sunny day.
I wonder -- will working with someone who triggers you help you see that there are women out there who won't do those things, who won't shame you this way? If she shows you the opposite behavior than what you are expecting or what you are used to?
Thank you
@Freida :hug: :hug: :hug: :hug:.
Such a huge compliment that you think me "interesting" because I respect you and what you think, so.much.
It's bringing me to tears.
I woke up to my neighbor (the one who gave us such a hard time, who's dogs terrorized our neighborhood, who is an abusive mum) screaming at her, son, who is my son's age -14 screaming "eff off" and he was screaming that back to her, so sad.
I put on Christian folksy music, off youtube, very loud. which made my son grumpy, but it helped me.
So, not the best start to my day, but the Christian music made me cry too, in a good way.
My guy and son made up, which is AWESOME!!!!
I'm praying a lot, for my really unwell son's.
This is my life, I wait for my ex to derail our children so badly, that they come to me, and then I do my best to help them put themselves back together again.
Only one on anti-psychotics, so far, no one has killed themselves (miraculously), no one has been incarcerated (touch wood), but they are not out of danger yet, not by a long shot.
Could I stop my ex? No way. He is an expert narcy type. They are formidable. No one "normal" can lie and wreak psychological destruction with such cunning, as them.
But I see him as a frightened man, just like my borderliney neighbor is a frightened woman.
He is, truly, underempowered and used drugs, drug peddling and psychological warfare as his arsenal in his fight, his attempt at "conquest" of his reality and everyone in it.
I am sad for the children, all these suffering young men and boys, here, in my reality; my son's, my neighbor's son's. The future is bleak for them, at least in the near future.
Yes, it is hatefullness, born of fear and lack of sound reasoning, accountability, knowledge and trust in a/the "divine plan".
It is cruelty that doesn't even acknowledge that's what it is. Fear that ignores "the greater reality" of love and truth.
And while I utter such supercilious utterances, I hide in my woman-cave. Feeling superior much? What a hypocrite.
I am not going down there, I am not brave enough to go down and visit my boy's at their Dad's (well, actually, I did the other day, twice actually, but still, I should have the guts to go down more and parent my hurting and very unwell man-children.).
I am not reaching out to my neighbor to offer support, because, obviously, she is struggling with single parenting two boys.
I am not even leaving my women-cave, most days, for anything.
I am selfishly practising yoga and I am back here, pretending to have answers, to have worth, to be someone who helps, but in reality, I am a frightened, beaten-down child, myself, scared, so scared of other people.
So, what do I take into my T's office next week? Next monday? -the birthday of my 23 year old, which is timely.
My oldest just had his, last week and I fell apart a bit, that day and for a few days.
It will be the anniversary of my 4th baby in 5 years, I was 22. Born on the road, in the carpark of a campground.
My beautiful, really, really, beautiful boy (seriously, he is model-level gorgeous-looking, and a vegan, because his heart is so tender for the suffering of other's) .. crying now, hard to see what I'm doing through the tears ...My beautiful, beautiful boy, who has and is hurting SO MUCH, who has so much to deal with.
It's so unfair, he was fighting everyday, to not throw himself off a building or a bridge, in Melbourne, last week (he us back now) because he doesn't want to cause us, his loved ones, any more pain, and he comes back to his big brother, in the midst of a psychotic break.....and his mum, who claims to love him, won't come down and rescue and take care of them both.
I just sit here, feeling a little superior to my angry, yelly, abuse-screaming neighbors and my ex, who is actually down their, giving my poor boys a roof over their heads....oh, no, another angry, abuse-yelling, screamathon...the ice-dealer guy in the corner house, probably terrorising his missus and three tiny boys again, although she certainly knows how to scream back and give those tiny boys some shit... sigh
Ok, I'm gonna ring my son.
Update; I just called my beautiful middle child son, who will be 24 on monday, and he was happy!!!! :-) :-) :-) :-)
He is off to a music festival with a bunch of really good friends :-) he is hyped, positive and excited.:-)
I am relieved. I have been praying hard, for him (and my currently-really cray cray older son).
It is time for that boy to have a positive, healing, joyous time. He's had a really, really awful year.
He finally came to me, in desperation and misery and I think that that helped.
At least, having this god-awful condition, I get so much about what he is going through. That seems to be one upside of this shitty thing we call PTSD.