Way to go A&W!!!
Loves ya!
congratulations!
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here's your pressie.... .
Way to go A&W!!!
Loves ya!
when i went to a funeral and i cried cause i thought it was what you were supposed to do.. went to a wedding and didn't really care, just was happy cause everyone else was.. there was just never any strong feelings, except depression of course.. but anyways, did you guys ever experience that?
no strong feelings as a jw?
now that i'm coming out, i'm noticing that i'm starting to actually get more feelings... not sure if that's a jw thing or just cause i'm seeing a phychiatrist now... however, i do notice that with hubby, no strong feelings.
Cognac - Yes, I think that I know what you mean. Being emotional and saying what we were thinking as a kid was basically frowned upon in my family!
I have only started to get in touch with my feelings in the last 5 years, basically since I have had children. I am far more emotional and sensitive now. It is like having a child unlocked all those feelings for me! I am still learning to say what I think and feel confidently.
Boo
i often think back to my childhood and discover that my memories are very patchy.
names, faces, school teachers, things related to being a brought up as a dub.
memories of some years are patchier than others - for example when i was about 10, we moved from the city that we had always lived to a small town, 2 hours drive away - we moved back to the city 3 years later - i remember very little of the first two years in that small town.. i seem to think that the years where the memories are patchy were times when i was quite unhappy.
Thanks Cognac!
Maybe I am just making a mountain out of a molehill. Maybe there is something more serious and sinister, or more likely nothing at all. I liked the theory by some that because our years as born in dubs were so "nothingy", just meetings, field service and conventions and not a whole lot of fun, nothing really sticks out. I think that maybe that is it. Now that I have realised that my memories are so patchy, I think that I will maybe start journalising things - I figure that will maybe help jog a memory or two?
Thanks for the thoughts!
i often think back to my childhood and discover that my memories are very patchy.
names, faces, school teachers, things related to being a brought up as a dub.
memories of some years are patchier than others - for example when i was about 10, we moved from the city that we had always lived to a small town, 2 hours drive away - we moved back to the city 3 years later - i remember very little of the first two years in that small town.. i seem to think that the years where the memories are patchy were times when i was quite unhappy.
I haven't spoken to a doctor- it is just recently that I have started realising that there are chunks of my life that I can't really recall. Like going onto facebook and looking for my old schools and realising that I couldn't recall a single person from my class for a number of years. Or sitting around with friends reminiscing and not having anything to contribute.
My sister on the other hand, who is still happily a dub, has loads of apparently happy memories of our childhood. Weird!
PTSD just seems so major!
if you are out there and lurking, make yourself known now - lets build up the south african contingent on this board!!
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BTTT in case there is anyone new on the board!
i often think back to my childhood and discover that my memories are very patchy.
names, faces, school teachers, things related to being a brought up as a dub.
memories of some years are patchier than others - for example when i was about 10, we moved from the city that we had always lived to a small town, 2 hours drive away - we moved back to the city 3 years later - i remember very little of the first two years in that small town.. i seem to think that the years where the memories are patchy were times when i was quite unhappy.
I am so glad that it is not just me.
This feeling that my childhood was rather empty makes me a little sad and angry. I guess the weirdest part is only realising now what an effect growing up in the borg did to me!
i love peeling a fresh orange and eating it.
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i hate getting a phone call from someone i don't want to talk to, even if i don't answer, maybe especially if i don't answer.
Love that my croc's are so comfortable
I hate that they are so darn ugly
"life is too short", "carpe diem", "eat, drink, and be merry...", "never put off till tomorrow..." we have all heard these phrases, taken them to heart, and burned ourselves out on the stress from them.
i say...screw that shite!
the only thing keeping me from jumping out the window of my 6th story apt or driving my car into the back of one of the metro buses on the beltway is knowing that, if one of those actions do take place, i won't be able to nap that afternoon.
I wrote this a little while ago - just to illustrate how passionate I am about sleeping!!!
It is so hard to leave your comforting embrace… so very difficult to believe that I have to let you go. Such energy and willpower on my part to just get up and go but depart I must, for too much of you is a bad thing. Too much time with you and the world will come looking for me and they will force me to join them.
Your warmth is fading fast and yet your allure is still there. Even when you are cold and closed, I feel the need to return to you. The return is what keeps me going through the long hard day. The knowledge that when I am with you, nothing else matters, time becomes abstract and worries dissipate into the atmosphere. Even though you don’t really care who you entice into your clutches, I know that you will always be mine, and only mine – I chose you and I have looked after you and only when I say so, will you be released!
Soon, I will come back to you, I will dress up the occasion in satin and lace and you will receive me and encircle me in your cloudlike warmth,
Guess who didn’t feel like waking up this morning!
i often think back to my childhood and discover that my memories are very patchy.
names, faces, school teachers, things related to being a brought up as a dub.
memories of some years are patchier than others - for example when i was about 10, we moved from the city that we had always lived to a small town, 2 hours drive away - we moved back to the city 3 years later - i remember very little of the first two years in that small town.. i seem to think that the years where the memories are patchy were times when i was quite unhappy.
I often think back to my childhood and discover that my memories are very patchy. Names, faces, school teachers, things related to being a brought up as a dub.
Memories of some years are patchier than others - for example when I was about 10, we moved from the city that we had always lived to a small town, 2 hours drive away - we moved back to the city 3 years later - I remember very little of the first two years in that small town.
I seem to think that the years where the memories are patchy were times when I was quite unhappy. Even my highschool years are quite patchy.
Anyone else experience this?
i had to share this with all of you.
i hope it gives you encouragement to continue to try help your loved ones out.
i'll call her lisa.
Good for you Mrs Smith!!!
Love
Boo