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

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You're gonna find a way through to the other side. You will. Mostly I think that will just come with patience.

I rang my big girl. Was feeling breathlessly anxious. Feel better now. We have a plan, for Christmas. And I remembered that there is a midday bus, on monday. So, I can get over and see him, then.
Going to do Chrissy shopping, then, and dawty will meet me and help and drive me home. She will be staying and we will do "the day" prep together.

She is good. Is up at Cooli (can I call Coolangata Cooli?) Went partying with friends last night. Now at the beach. Doing what healthy young people do. She is doing really well. :-)

We bitched a bit, about how bad Christmases are, at her dad's and how we are determined to have good one's, from now on.

I will get to guage whether I get my oldest here, for Chris, or not, on monday.

Today, I will have broken rib son-in-law and hobbly dawty up, for dinner, and maybe second born (autistic or awesomistic, now) son, up.

It's all going to work out.
 
Oldest rang me. He was very anxious, scared and vulnerable, was crying a lot, and open. Was repeating all the life and love and safety affirming things I was saying to him.
Kept thinking he'd done all these things wrong. So I was telling him, it's ok, to get things wrong, we all do, it's how we learn. We are human, we make mistakes, but it's ALL forgivable.

I told him about how I wanted to be a good mum, but I couldn't teach him to feel safe, when he was younger, because I didn't know how, because I didn't feel safe. I was very young and frightened and just trying to survive and do the right thing by him, by staying with his father, and I'm sorry, I wasn't able to comfort him, enough, and teach him that, but, I have to forgive myself for that. I did the best I could, but, his.life's been HARD.

I told him that he needs to learn.to comfort his little, to be there for himself now, to self soothe, and I talked to him about self soothing, different ways to do that, about being open to love snd kindness. That he is loved, lovable and safe. He repeated that too himself a few times.
I cried a tiny bit. I'm still crying a tiny bit. He was crying, pretty much, the whole time.
I wish I was there, with him, right now, giving him hugs, holding his hand, stroking his forehead, just being there, with him.
I'm a bit upset that I'm not there, with him.
I love my boy, so much. My first born. The person who made me a mother.

I told him about the good, the kind, the loving beings and energies that he can draw on.

I hope he does. He was crying out to them, to the unseen, loving, beings that are there for all of us. I told him to.

No body can.tell me they don't exist. I've experienced them. LOTS of people have experienced them. I KNOW they exist.

They will be there for him, and so will kind nurses, I hope.

Please look after my boy, my man child, benevolent and kind beings, both seen and unseen.

I love my unwell manchild. So much
 
Today I get to go see him! :-)
My guy isn't working. Said he would take me in.
I'm trying to eradicate my angry tboughts and obsessional ruminating, about his dad.
It doesn't help anything.
He is a damaged, ignorant and cowardly person, in my experience.

He was just here. Not in my house, outside in a car. He brought broken jaw son up, to grab a few things. And he brought my youngest daughter and bf up for dinner, last night, and took them home again.
So, I should feel grateful for that, but my anger and disappointment at him, and his not telling me our son was 500 metres away from my place, in our tiny hospital, last friday, hasn't fully abated. And that is on top of every other henious, gutless and cruel thing he has done before and can't and won't be accountable for.

I just give up, in disgust.

I don't say anything "provocative" or "hostile "to him,(how he defines the slightest calling into question, any of his behaviour or "reasons") any more, but I just don't like having to "fakely" pretend that I am not deeply hurt, disappointed and righteously indignant, about his behaviour, I do though, I have ro be fake around him, it's the only way.

I would say he avoids me, because he knows, I know what kind of person he is and I've stopped being his narcy, manipulatable, supply victim, a loooong time ago. There is no hope in getting me back, and he did try, early on, so, I'm not worth investing any communicative attention in, despite our children being vastly better off, if he did.

I don't reach out to him, because he has never shown me the slightest bit of respect, fear maybe, but respect? Nope.

My experience is, if I reveal anything about what I want, he uses that against me, he uses that to mess with me, so I don't anymore. Plus, he is pathologically dishonest, by not engaging with him, I deprive him from lying to my face, as he is, constantly, prone to do.

So, it's hard not to feel cranky and frustrated, even though he can't hurt me, directly, anymore, he can damage our children. It's like my children are being held hostage and I can't risk pissing off the captor, as they will cop it.

I wish I were wrong about him, but he doesn't give me any hope that that is so.

By making so many of our children so mentally ill, he shits in his own nest, and I feel confident that he is motivated by fear of having to deal with more of that, if he doesn't, indirectly, coparent with me now, because it's clear that they are immeasurably happier and more secure and less likely to get suicidal and psychotic, when he does that, so I feel confident that he will continue to support them to access my support, from now on, so, I guess, I need to celebrate, that. That IS a victory.

I think he's quite worn down by the emotional, physical and psychological damage he's inflicted on them, as psychotic and suicidal children really are a drag, and not great narcy supply victim's at all.
Thank God the youngest of them, that are still living there, have partnered up, and emotionally, drawn.away from him, and are both keen.to escape, as soon as they are able.
 
Glad you checked in, Mums. Why the not-active?
I was going through a really high stress time; Christmas pressure and a series of hospitalizations of my children, in the space of a week.

Five of my children, actually four of my bio children and 1 son-in-law, were inpatients through emergency, the week before Christmas. So, yeah, high stress.

And, I got triggered, here, on the site. Over what, I'd rather not say.

It's not really important, why, or what I got triggered over, because, it was really just me being symptomatic and an Aspie about something silly, and the real stress was Christmas, on top of hurt offspring and spending most of my prior week to and froing and hanging out in various hospitals.

I am still visiting one, in hospital, as many days, as I can and taking another to a "wound clinic" every few days, but, I got over my reactive, over-stressed reactiveness, so, I reactivated.

As it was, I was still checking the site constantly, I just had nothing to offer for a few days and was utterly spent.
 
Wow.. That is high-stress! I'm so sorry about your children and whatever came between you and who was posting. You were going through a lot! Christmas is stressful enough as it is. I don't have good memories of Christmas but I'm glad some people do. That's a ton of hospitals to deal with and I am glad your children are slowly coming back to you.

I check this site but many times don't have anything to offer. Glad you're regulated. ( its time for me to go to bed) night and glad you posted!
 

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