one of the most important weapons against disability is re-framing.
Perfect way of putting it. Reading these posts seem to be bringing back flashbacks of my own childhood - growing up with a very disabled sibling, and struggling along with my own learning/emotional disabilities and innate, unrecognized empathy more or less on my own. In my later childhood years, I was a lot like the Kinglet.
Hehe, yeah...stirring up a lot of muck over here, but I'm grateful for it. Needs to be dealt with.
If I stumble accross anything that might help, I'll let you know, though.
hope the stirring in you leads to evolution. That's the only reason I can think that life would put this in my lap... I talk around it a lot, but at a fundamental level I suspect that my disposition and life experiences, including my affinity for troubled men, has prepared me to be his mom.
Mental retardation, a whole slew of learning disabilities, aaaaaaand all the mainline defects that came with being the survivor of disappearing twin syndrome. Poor kid was in the hospital for most of his first year of life, and has had to go under the knife quite a few times to keep his mouth from collapsing in on itself.
Our family dynamics didn't really help matters, either. Parents got divorced when he was 3-4, and my dad moved halfway across the country shortly after with my two non-disabled sisters.
So, there's that, too. That alone was very, very screwed up. Add in the weird family dynamics, war histories, and long lasting scars, and you've got a less than conducive growing environment for any child. There's a lot more to it, as well
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Perfect way of putting it. Reading these posts seem to be bringing back flashbacks of my own childhood - growing up with a very disabled sibling, and struggling along with my own learning/emotional disabilities and innate, unrecognized empathy more or less on my own. In my later childhood years, I was a lot like the Kinglet.
Hehe, yeah...stirring up a lot of muck over here, but I'm grateful for it. Needs to be dealt with.
If I stumble accross anything that might help, I'll let you know, though.
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hope the stirring in you leads to evolution.
That's the only reason I can think that life would put this in my lap... I talk around it a lot, but at a fundamental level I suspect that my disposition and life experiences, including my affinity for troubled men, has prepared me to be his mom.
I'd be glad for anything you could send my way.
*hugs*
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Our family dynamics didn't really help matters, either. Parents got divorced when he was 3-4, and my dad moved halfway across the country shortly after with my two non-disabled sisters.
So, there's that, too. That alone was very, very screwed up. Add in the weird family dynamics, war histories, and long lasting scars, and you've got a less than conducive growing environment for any child. There's a lot more to it, as well ( ... )
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I am most struck by the thought: names have power.
A monster named is less frightening than the unknown...
Now I'll be done with the mysticism. Here if you need anything! less than three!
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Also,
less than three!
I love you so hardcore for that.
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