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See, if all we do is forgive, then all they learn is, they can still hold the knife. I'm not saying don't give them a shot at changing. Write them a letter, or call, and say your version of, "You were an abusive ass. I refuse to let you be anymore. I further refuse to justify what you did as right, to use another ADISCer as an example, because you were, "just trying to make me be normal. "
"I didn't know what else to do," isn't an excuse! You were an adult, and his parent! Finding out, before resorting to shaming him, was your job! Really? He's, "still not a big kid now"? He was IC from childhood, and your son, and now, he's here! You must be so proud.
"Change, or I'm out of contact with you, and anyone in the family who sides with you."
It's called de-family-of-origin-ing, or, defooing.
I was emancipated at 17. Now, in most cases, judges listen to kids that old, when it comes to with whom the want to live, but, in my case, we were afraid if we tried, Grammy Dearest would have me declared incompetent, so, we took it all the way to emancipation.
I only still live with Mom because I'm disabled, but, even now, every time she knows things about me, like I like even my cooked vegetables to have crunch to them, or, why I like a certain song, or food, or, when she cares to ask if dinner with some assembly required would be appreciated, or make me mad, or what Purim is, I almost cry. I told her how cool I think that is, and she said, "Duh, the mama."
When I got my paci, I told them, not because of some odd desire to have them participate, but because I pay part of the rent, and I'll be dipped I keep secrets in a house I help pay for. You're as sick as your secrets, not your private activities.
She said, "When your thing involves horsepower, and breaking teeth, then I'll worry. It's the new school kind; right? It won't ef up your teeth? Good."
"I didn't know what else to do," isn't an excuse! You were an adult, and his parent! Finding out, before resorting to shaming him, was your job! Really? He's, "still not a big kid now"? He was IC from childhood, and your son, and now, he's here! You must be so proud.
"Change, or I'm out of contact with you, and anyone in the family who sides with you."
It's called de-family-of-origin-ing, or, defooing.
I was emancipated at 17. Now, in most cases, judges listen to kids that old, when it comes to with whom the want to live, but, in my case, we were afraid if we tried, Grammy Dearest would have me declared incompetent, so, we took it all the way to emancipation.
I only still live with Mom because I'm disabled, but, even now, every time she knows things about me, like I like even my cooked vegetables to have crunch to them, or, why I like a certain song, or food, or, when she cares to ask if dinner with some assembly required would be appreciated, or make me mad, or what Purim is, I almost cry. I told her how cool I think that is, and she said, "Duh, the mama."
When I got my paci, I told them, not because of some odd desire to have them participate, but because I pay part of the rent, and I'll be dipped I keep secrets in a house I help pay for. You're as sick as your secrets, not your private activities.
She said, "When your thing involves horsepower, and breaking teeth, then I'll worry. It's the new school kind; right? It won't ef up your teeth? Good."
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