You sholuld feel what I feel, you should take what I take?!
Question: First, I'd like to apologize if this gets posted twice - my computer's been acting up since my son installed some new programs on it.
Secondly, this answer could be totally off subject, as I don't know what you were getting at, but when I read your question / statement it hit me like a ton of bricks, like a flashback for some reason and I was moved to write. It was something I had always thought about growing up in a very dysfunctional family, and later, when I tried to get help for the damage it had done / was doing to me.
I at least agree with the first part, somewhat, or maybe stick the word "try" in there. I disagree with the second part, sometimes, some people cannot and should not HAVE TO "take what I take"
I grew up with an alcoholic, mentally ill mother who was physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually abusive especially towards her two older children: my older brother and myself. She just neglected the two younger ones, my brother and I raised them. But during those years, we experienced and witnessed things that no child should ever have to. Luckily, my two younger sisters were a little too young to remember it. This went on until after my first child was a couple years old. My mother had a "spritual experience" at that time and completely changed her behavior and her outlook on life. (Thank God) She also began to look at her own abusive childhood, and what she had gone through herself. She ended up telling us things she had never told anyone. We finally understood "her illness".
But because of the torments my brother and I both suffered for the first twenty-plus years of our lives, we both developed a myriad of problems. Unfortunately, the low self-esteem we developed led us to believe "it was all us - it must be our own fault that we had these problems." After my daughter was born, my "mental" problems began escalating exponentially and I was finally able to convince myself to get some "professional" help. Yeah, right. The first three therapists who were covered by my insurance consisted of a therapist who said I was "telling him too much", another one who said I needed to buy a new neglige' (sp?) & some candles & make love to my husband, and a third one who put me in a chair with the lights out in the whole room except for the one she was shining in my eyes while she kept trying to "trick" me into admitting that I didn't know what reality was. I just about gave up on trying to get "professional" help, until I found one out of my insurance network who agreed to take me on a sliding fee scale. She eventually let me come to see her for "whatever I could afford" which at that time wasn't much. She was the best of them all, but she had one minor problem: she couldn't or wouldn't listen to the details of the abuse - she kept trying to change the subject every time I tried to talk about them. Fortunately, she did help me with my self-esteem issues and I was going to my own "support groups" and reading a lot, so I was able to get "my - self" help. But I just kept thinking, "I had to live through this, I'm not asking you to go through it, I wouldn't want you to go through what I went through, but the least you can do is listen to it and try to feel it a little so that you have some idea of where I'm coming from.
It was the same thing in school for my brother and I many years before. It's frustrating when people feel they can judge you before they know your story. My mother-in-law once made us a stitched wall hanging that read, "Great Spirit - Help me never to judge another until I have walked in his moccasins for two weeks."
Answers: First, I'd like to apologize if this gets posted twice - my computer's been acting up since my son installed some new programs on it.
Secondly, this answer could be totally off subject, as I don't know what you were getting at, but when I read your question / statement it hit me like a ton of bricks, like a flashback for some reason and I was moved to write. It was something I had always thought about growing up in a very dysfunctional family, and later, when I tried to get help for the damage it had done / was doing to me.
I at least agree with the first part, somewhat, or maybe stick the word "try" in there. I disagree with the second part, sometimes, some people cannot and should not HAVE TO "take what I take"
I grew up with an alcoholic, mentally ill mother who was physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually abusive especially towards her two older children: my older brother and myself. She just neglected the two younger ones, my brother and I raised them. But during those years, we experienced and witnessed things that no child should ever have to. Luckily, my two younger sisters were a little too young to remember it. This went on until after my first child was a couple years old. My mother had a "spritual experience" at that time and completely changed her behavior and her outlook on life. (Thank God) She also began to look at her own abusive childhood, and what she had gone through herself. She ended up telling us things she had never told anyone. We finally understood "her illness".
But because of the torments my brother and I both suffered for the first twenty-plus years of our lives, we both developed a myriad of problems. Unfortunately, the low self-esteem we developed led us to believe "it was all us - it must be our own fault that we had these problems." After my daughter was born, my "mental" problems began escalating exponentially and I was finally able to convince myself to get some "professional" help. Yeah, right. The first three therapists who were covered by my insurance consisted of a therapist who said I was "telling him too much", another one who said I needed to buy a new neglige' (sp?) & some candles & make love to my husband, and a third one who put me in a chair with the lights out in the whole room except for the one she was shining in my eyes while she kept trying to "trick" me into admitting that I didn't know what reality was. I just about gave up on trying to get "professional" help, until I found one out of my insurance network who agreed to take me on a sliding fee scale. She eventually let me come to see her for "whatever I could afford" which at that time wasn't much. She was the best of them all, but she had one minor problem: she couldn't or wouldn't listen to the details of the abuse - she kept trying to change the subject every time I tried to talk about them. Fortunately, she did help me with my self-esteem issues and I was going to my own "support groups" and reading a lot, so I was able to get "my - self" help. But I just kept thinking, "I had to live through this, I'm not asking you to go through it, I wouldn't want you to go through what I went through, but the least you can do is listen to it and try to feel it a little so that you have some idea of where I'm coming from.
It was the same thing in school for my brother and I many years before. It's frustrating when people feel they can judge you before they know your story. My mother-in-law once made us a stitched wall hanging that read, "Great Spirit - Help me never to judge another until I have walked in his moccasins for two weeks."
not it if is a drug of some type...I am not really sure how to answer you...I don't know if you are advocating illegal drug use, to get high, or if you are depressed, and take medicine to make you feel better? I actually feel, that you should learn about our Father, God, and let HIm heal all the things that you are feeling...and you will have a 'high' like you have never known,or never knew exsisted...through Jesus, ..good luck
Hell yeah, let's eat some rolls. I'm not into gay stuff though.