Thus, you get that rare treat: an unlocked post about me and my issues. Usually I keep these posts under filter--not for my protection, but for yours dear FList--but awareness requires... well, awareness. Anyone who is not on the filter but wants to be, let me know. Anyone who IS on the filter who wants off, same thing
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It's been almost twenty years for me, and I can't imagine being fully healed. I don't know if I would know what it felt like. I know it's important. I remember when I was at my worst and was miserable all the time, it took a long time to move past that misery simply because I didn't know how and I didn't know what it would be like to not be miserable. Now I'm not miserable all the time, but I'm still broken. So I guess that's the next step... either learn to live broken, as cbpotts puts it, or learn how to let go and move forward.
And again, I have to comment on how many of the responses I've gotten include mentions of past abuse. It's shocking what you don't know about people until they choose to share; it's even more shocking how many people have been affected by abuse.
there really truly are men out there who Love. I've found one, and it has entirely changed my life. Don't give up hope, my dear.
If you find another one, pack him up and mail him to me? With holes in the box and express mail so he doesn't suffocate. ;)
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I went to therapy for a little bit. I talked more about my mother and how angry I was at her than I talked about my step-father and what he did. I talked so much about my mother that the therapist finally told me she couldn't help me if I wouldn't talk about what I was really there for, and that I shouldn't come back until then.
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I think your therapist was wrong. Very wrong. Sometimes, the only way to resolve an issue is to talk around it. Displacement can be healthy, and any way you choose to deal with things is the right way. If it feels right to you, no one has the right to tell you it isn't.
I am always here for you, my dear, in any capacity. It's the family that one chooses that counts, and I think of you as a sister.
xoxoxoxo
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One time when my parents are gone and I have the house to myself for at least a day or two, I might have to have a telephone conversation with you. :)
And the family who chooses you. Thank you for choosing me.
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