I still can't put any emotion into my writing. it's all pretty much cut and dry. I wanted to just put out there that there are those among us who were born during the 50's who got a very rough deal especially. A few of us were chosen to be part of some larger experimentation deal. What it was - I dont really care that much about names, What I do know is that all of a sudden mothers were told not to breastfeed their babies, to let them cry it out, to ignore them, children should be seen and not heard, lest they become *spoiled*, they were given unnecessary medications when they were frantically trying to connect in love to their caregiver, but the caregiver was also going crazy trying to keep up with the Joneses or the Levys or the wtfevers. And so - the baby could have been medicated just so the *parents* could get some rest. The baby would zonk out, exhausted and unfulfilled emotionally - hence the EMPTINESS that so many of us feel. That ole hole in the soul. Just empty space where love could have entered.
Then the vaccinations, then the toughen up, don't cry or i'll give you something to cry about, or psychological tactics employed in torture chambers such as silent treatment, ignoring - basically not responding to a child in distress, Without going into many details here - my feeling is that I was part of some kind of experiment, as was my mother, My father was the handler. My siblings were all psychopaths and narcissists. I rebelled from the get go and wasn;t *cooperative* - also my mother fell apart psychologically which I think was the saving grace in that they let us off the hook and out of the program. But then I had to deal with her one on one. And that's a whole other chapter.
Then the vaccinations, then the toughen up, don't cry or i'll give you something to cry about, or psychological tactics employed in torture chambers such as silent treatment, ignoring - basically not responding to a child in distress, Without going into many details here - my feeling is that I was part of some kind of experiment, as was my mother, My father was the handler. My siblings were all psychopaths and narcissists. I rebelled from the get go and wasn;t *cooperative* - also my mother fell apart psychologically which I think was the saving grace in that they let us off the hook and out of the program. But then I had to deal with her one on one. And that's a whole other chapter.