Harmful behavior converted into evidence about someone else’s character. Blame-shifting, gaslighting, triangulation, smear campaigns, distortion, invalidation, selective accountability, and relational dynamics where reality gets outranked by narrative.

Stay Close to Anything That Makes You Glad to be Alive

What a novel concept!  Learning to be mindful of the choices I have-  sometimes the menu of options sucks, but as an adult with recovery, I do have choices.  For my weekend with sweet sweet Greg, parting only to go to my sweet Brazilian Jiu Jitsu class, I am immensely pleased and grateful.  All my BJJ fellows and Greg make me very glad to be alive.  Miracles are happening. What/Who makes you glad to be alive?  What deserves a little space?…

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Starved

Because I experienced trauma around food, I have spent the second half of my life learning to develop a healthy relationship with it.  Still, I find it challenging to eat right foods at right times, in right quantities for right reasons.  I have the metabolism of a hummingbird and so I do need to eat a lot and frequently or my hands become shakey and I am taken down by headaches and nausea when my blood sugar gets too low.  Also, I have been known…

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Me Too, Tell Me More

My recent exchange with my mother awakened in me the  exact “nature” of my lifelong experience, as her dependent and child.  If I said I was cold, rather than a sweater, snuggle, or blanket, I was offered a reading of the thermostat as proof that I could not feel that way (if I were normal, worthy, and honest).  When I reported  hunger or need a restroom, similarly, I was reminded of having recently eaten or relieved myself, OR that I was just too fucken much.  Support was available only when she shared the sentiment.  When my experience differed, I was reported to be equal parts incorrect and troublesome. I literally learned to doubt myself at a cellular level.  I was wrong about things, over which technically, I would be the ultimate authority:  hunger, exhaustion, fear, sadness, cold, a full bladder.  Right? (more…)

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I Wish You Well

After nearly a year of NO Contact-My mother and I have a seat in her living room. Me: So, lets just get this behind us. What exactly are you confused about, regarding this arrangement with my ex and how it affects me? Mom: I feel confused that you say you don’t feel safe with us. Me: Mom, You all hosted a dinner with everyone including my ex, his sister and my kids that excluded me. Mom: you were invited. I remember. Me:…

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