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my son was gorgeous. he had the most gorgeous energy. even in his sadness. even today when he has weathered so much heart ache and harm. we are all fragile containers. Me too. but he has taken the worst hits I know of. I trust that the Lord has given him relief through his current…
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my father was beaten to within an inch of his life as a child by his mother. There was a war. And there was only just enough to eat. Her husband was a small skinny man and a dock laborer. She was a small but stout little woman. He had endemic OCD. She did not…
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torture by a catheter clamped onto my clitoris with a UTI for 9 hours as I passed out from the pain over and over obviously caused BRAIN DAMAGE. Obviously they put the clamp on because I was trying to pull it out. Obviously it hurt because I had a UTI. UTIs hurt so much they…
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they put down my cat about Paul Gross in the city of Allentown who was also dismissive about my sexuality issues which WERE the whole point. Not to be reviled but WERE what I needed help with likewise the cat was a serious issue in my family. my sister’s horse had to be put down…
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He works things together all the time all at once…just like the feathers of a dove mesh apart and together—or like spoons in the film, “Frankie and Johnnie—like the spoons that we packaged in the workshop at Wernersville State Hospital. so, my parents try to claim that they did good things to me for where…
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…a Child Psychiatrist… who pronounced me DOA when I arrived in his office in the summer of ‘83 as my mother waited outside in the blue Chevy station wagon. He triggered a desperate lifetime hope of help as he asked question after question and then betrayed it with a meaningless diagnosis. years later, a psychiatrist…
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”The truth is always better than a lie.” (quoting myself) So, after the “ghoul epiphany” well, part of it was that in the worst of it on the old R1 psych ward at the Reading Hospital I picked up a Nevil Schutte Novel, “The Pied Piper,” after trying to finish the job of killing myself…
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I had a theory that I was a multiple (multiple personality disorder) and my mother liked to keep at that painful moment of dissociation, aware and alert-where ordinarily you blip out unseen and unknown. My impression was that it was ‘serial dissociative disorder”—a form if mpd where you dissociate over times and places. In other…
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…and all along I was a seizure patient. Diagnosed but I couldn’t follow up. My parents wouldn’t permit it and my ex listened to them. It suited them to follow a vague diagnosis of schizophrenia: it covered it over about sexual abuse and incest. so, I couldn’t get treatment that I vitally needed. I had…
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