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The journey begins ... or continues ... articulating the rollercoaster that is my life

I didn't take any offence at all, mums :) I understood it wasn't about me, just thought I'd throw it out there.
It's funny....I'm great at "fake"people.
I almost feel more comfortable rather than less with someone who isn't real, because I know how to deal with that....
PTSD is weird.

You haven't met me yet, though Swifty, I reckon you'd feel comfortable with me.:-). I guess we both have our subjective ideas and associations with those kind of judgemental terms "real" and "pretentious".
The book, the six pillars of self esteem, that we drew on,in the TDU group program, in the week looking at self esteem, mentions the ability to deal with reality and be real, as one of the pillars of self esteem. I found it an interesting concept and the way it was described, made a lot of sense. I would like to read the whole book.
 
I do feel comfortable with you already mums!
You're like a warm cup of tea when I read your words. Safe, and gentle and stuff.
I do reckon if I met you in person I'd be slightly afraid of you, but then again, I am of most people and especially women who show interest in me, care about me in a gentle sense. I always wonder what they want.
 
I do feel comfortable with you already mums!
You're like a warm cup of tea when I read your words. Safe, and gentle and stuff.
I do reckon if I met you in person I'd be slightly afraid of you, but then again, I am of most people and especially women who show interest in me, care about me in a gentle sense. I always wonder what they want.

I understand. You've been treated really f*cking badly by older women.

It would, maybe, take a while, but I reckon, eventually, you might let your guard down, with me. But yeah, potentially really triggery, and I would hate to be the one causing you to feel uncomfortable and triggered. I can't stand knowing that my presence is hurting someone, even if it's just crappy-arse symptoms and associations and not me personally.

I am a bit hypervig about that sort of stuff. I'm a socially flighty bird. I never want to impose or rely on people finding me acceptable. I don't take for granted that they will.


I like the fact that I can pretty much, be myself, and have as much quiet time and time in my room, up in Belmont. Here, I don't have my own room and that kind of sux. I have more time to myself than I used to get though, and I need it. It's like food to me. I cherish my own space. Definite introvert. I do like being around people who want to be around me, though, but, if I feel I am making them uncomfortable, I'm outa there, if at all possible.
Can't stand causing other's pain, mostly I probably do via my absence, though. Next time I'm up there, I wanna focus on making inroads into my social avoidance patterns. I'm going back to hospital in November.
 
I do feel comfortable with you already mums!
You're like a warm cup of tea when I read your words. Safe, and gentle and stuff.
I do reckon if I met you in person I'd be slightly afraid of you, but then again, I am of most people and especially women who show interest in me, care about me in a gentle sense. I always wonder what they want.
I'm glad I'm like tea :-) for you. Cups of warm tea are soothing and nurturing, reviving and refreshing. That's a big complement, to be likened to a cup of tea :-) thank you, Swift that was a kind thing to say. It made me feel all warm inside :-)
 
Seriously, is there anywhere you can grab some time for yourself? How did the housing thing end up?

And...
I find it really healing to know real people. I'm always second-guessing myself, it hits me for six but it's way better.

I get the odd day. When my guy is away. Kids go to school and aaaahhhhhh, I love it! Housing aren't really treating me well, as per uj. I'm a lot more comfortable where I am now though. My guy has made huge inroads into his hoarding thing and the place is lovely, since we got into things, motivated by "the inspection". I was told my transfer app would all be moved forward on, or not, depending on the inspection. The new tenancy manager said she would be trying to get me a place in lismore, though, so I think we "passed", we'll see. I'm not holding my breath though, I think I'm trapped in the Nimbin povo houso trap, at the mo. I'm much less angsty about it now, since my very successful admission to Belmont and our home make-over :-)
 
I'm conscious that I'm avoiding going into trauma stuff. There's so much of it and it's upsetting (can.I get that award for understatement of the year?-or week? Or whatever?)

Like, stuff came up about having a deathly ill child while living on the road, with my second born "special son" and knowing his Dad, was, how should I say it? "Not right". I couldn't take him to hospital and I was terrified, because I knew that they would take kids off a teenage mum, living with a criminal sociopath, on the run, in a small truck. I was entirely motivated by fear of losing my children and I was so traumatized. So unwell. I don't know how I got through. I wasn't doing well, at all. I'm sad for my kids, because I would have been a frozen, terrified, dissociated, depersonalized mess and I'm sad about being so frightened, alone and having tiny boys to care for. I was only 19.
 
Today was a beautiful day, a specially beautiful day ... Especially so, because I went for a beautiful walk with my 20 year old son, it was a windy, fresh (as opposed to the usual, hot) day. My older daughter's car drove past, as we were coming back into town. I rang her, because she had court today. She got caught, with THC in her saliva, a few months ago. She got her licence back, but also a good behaviour bond for two years.

She was upset, mainly because her Dad was so unsupportive and weird and she lives down there with him (I was the one to leave the family home, he wouldn't go and I am kind and didn't involve police, I was a shattered, deaths-door mess, when I left and he made up horrible destructive lies about me, to turn my children against me).

My kids are working things out, and coming to me now (most of them) for support and guidance. My daughter told me she feels much more supported by me than him, even though she lives with him and I don't see her or talk that often.
We had a long, really good, in depth, talk and, although she had been really down when I called, she was feeling good when we hung up. It was so good!

My daughter is 24 and setting up her own business. She designs and makes clothes. She s very very good and very focused and hardworking. I'm so proud of her. She's giving up weed; so frightening and risky, now that she has a good behaviour bond. It's probably daunting, because her dad is fanatically evangelistic about smoking weed. I, however, have been clean for years, with minor exceptions, but that was yonks ago.

I told my kids, "I think he's on the spectrum" to help them cope with how he is, because it's much kinder than saying "I think he's sociopathic" even though my psychologist believes he is. It's helping them get a handle on his extreme lack of empathy, his complete inability to respond to feedback about his transgressions and abuses and impacts on others. In a weird egocentric way, my ex does care about his children though. He cares about keeping them under his sway and being able to predate on them and hide his disrespectability behind the respectable guide of "parenthood" He can't be too overt anymore, he operates with deception and shuts down honest communication. My kids are struggling, but they have me close by and I am a great sense of security, despite them living at his (the house I procured for my family).
I have my youngest with me, he really has no relationship with his father, even though we live walking distance from him. He seems to be endowed with Atypical neuro wiring similar to his Dad, but I am his secure attachment and he tells me "I would be a sociopath, if it wasn't for you, mum". He says he has morals, because of me.

I am sad my kids don't have a more "normal" Dad, I am sad for them, but I had a lot of children so that they would have each other. I have two boys, 27 and 26 (second born is a "simple" boy-in-a-young-man's-body, a young man who will always be very childlike and needing high levels of support and care. He lives in supported accommodation, I had to get him out of his Dad's clutches, he was killing him slowing and sending him literally insane). Then my daughter, she's 24 and my next younger son is 23, they are close, but my 23 year old was diagnosed with borderline personality disorder, I don't believe he has this, I think it's trauma and separation-from-me dyregulation, He's processing and in a solid relationship so I think he'll grow out of the BPD stuff. We are still estranged. It's painful. My next youngest son is most probably going to "come out" as "Pansexual" and identifies as "non-binary", he's the one I went walking with. My youngest daughter officially lives here, she's 17, working, studying, not here, a lot. We are good though. My baby is 12, veerrrry tall, he had his hair "layered" yesterday, it's quite long, He's very handsome but has genes from Dad, when it comes to emotionality, that can be frightening and triggery for me, but we are close, and he is "smart like me". He told me, a couple of days ago, that he wants to be a "neuroscientist". I am very supportive and have some great books to get him started on.:-). He's NOT going to turn into a malificent predator of a man.
 

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