KeepingTime
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In school I remember learning about Maslow and the hierarchy of needs. Most basic needs at the bottom. Then safety...yeah right. I remember being in high school when we learned that and thinking "you've got to be kidding me!"
I'm never gonna reach the top of that pyramid.
Don't know what made me think of that today or if that is even taught anymore.
Maybe because I am finally seeing things the way they were and not through my denial glasses.
I don't know what you are supposed to remember from the age of 5 or so. But I clearly remember all the places I could find food. I would walk up and down the streets for miles picking up bottles that I could turn into the store (gas station) for money. 5 cent for the small ones and 10 cent for the big ones. If I collected enough I could buy a candy bar or drink or milk.
I picked berries to eat along the side of the road. We had a goat that I figured out I could get milk from.
Then my older sister she was about 12, took me to this older couple down the street. He made a pot of beans and tho I'm sure they were dirt poor they always shared with us. The lady showed my sister how to make mac n cheese or I'm sure we would have starved. But then I didn't always know where my sister was either.
If I could walk the two miles to my grandma and grandpa she would have cookies. And he grew strawberries. I would have never dreamed of telling them I was hungry or hadn't eaten but I think grandpa knew. Sometimes he would check me out of school so that I wouldn't have to be alone. Sometimes he would have to get me from school if I was sick because no one could ever find my mom. I really don't know where she was all the time.
If I got to visit my cousin it was great because my aunt cooked dinner every night. But they lived an hour away.
Maslow was right. If your basic needs aren't met then how can you aspire to be more...to have more.
But if you read about him he says that children will sacrifice basic needs for love and acceptance hence why we would trade abuse for love. I'm sure I misquoted that but you get the point.
I have food and shelter now...and even the love of my husband and a few friends. All I'm sure wouldn't love me if they knew the real me. Wondering if I will ever climb my way out of the bottom rung of that pyramid.
Was it not bad enough to be having sex with your child and selling her off to other men? Could you have not at least fed me?
I'm never gonna reach the top of that pyramid.
Don't know what made me think of that today or if that is even taught anymore.
Maybe because I am finally seeing things the way they were and not through my denial glasses.
I don't know what you are supposed to remember from the age of 5 or so. But I clearly remember all the places I could find food. I would walk up and down the streets for miles picking up bottles that I could turn into the store (gas station) for money. 5 cent for the small ones and 10 cent for the big ones. If I collected enough I could buy a candy bar or drink or milk.
I picked berries to eat along the side of the road. We had a goat that I figured out I could get milk from.
Then my older sister she was about 12, took me to this older couple down the street. He made a pot of beans and tho I'm sure they were dirt poor they always shared with us. The lady showed my sister how to make mac n cheese or I'm sure we would have starved. But then I didn't always know where my sister was either.
If I could walk the two miles to my grandma and grandpa she would have cookies. And he grew strawberries. I would have never dreamed of telling them I was hungry or hadn't eaten but I think grandpa knew. Sometimes he would check me out of school so that I wouldn't have to be alone. Sometimes he would have to get me from school if I was sick because no one could ever find my mom. I really don't know where she was all the time.
If I got to visit my cousin it was great because my aunt cooked dinner every night. But they lived an hour away.
Maslow was right. If your basic needs aren't met then how can you aspire to be more...to have more.
But if you read about him he says that children will sacrifice basic needs for love and acceptance hence why we would trade abuse for love. I'm sure I misquoted that but you get the point.
I have food and shelter now...and even the love of my husband and a few friends. All I'm sure wouldn't love me if they knew the real me. Wondering if I will ever climb my way out of the bottom rung of that pyramid.
Was it not bad enough to be having sex with your child and selling her off to other men? Could you have not at least fed me?
