This is kind of frightening.
I am unable to share anything concerning my soul with friends or family. Actually I feel it seems to be easier to share that kinda stuff with persons I do not care about. Sharing this with "the internet" is even easier. Not that there are no persons on this site I care about. Sure there are. You know who you are, shouts out to you, I love you all guys. Its easier to ignore the fact that some people who might care about me might read this when
This text hit me like a jackhammer right to the face
(genders neutralized by me...)
The child’s identification with his or her mother’s wants as a survival strategy means that it must identify with the mother’s hatred and rejection of the child. This sets up an impossible internal psychological dynamic of self-hatred, self-denial, and self-abuse… the child internalises the perpetrator mother and becomes a perpetrator to himself, ignoring and belittling his own wants and desires,
Okay then, here are some recent news about me:Hello, BenTennyson!
We've noticed that you've not been active on ADISC.org (http://www.adisc.org) for quite some time now, and we miss you!
Here's what you're miss(...)
I'm physically Ok and this was NOT intentional.
I will miss you my dear blue friend
I know I couldn't live without nappies for several reasons. First the medical need won't go away just because you are sick of them.
Second: I know deep inside that I also need them for emotional reasons. But I AM currently sick of everything, including this.
Maybe its just a side-effect of my current episode of depression, maybe something else completely. I just wanna run away and hide in a cave for a year. See nobody, hear nobody, feel nobody.
Maybe even more than just running