+#1 SYMPTOM OF BPD = CANNOT PARENT CORRECTLY

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Possibly the most useful service my book can provide is to illustrate what is probably the WORST symptom of Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD):  The inability of a BPD mother to adequately and appropriately mother her own offspring.  This #1 symptom can very easily and possibly usually DOES lead to a BPD mother neglecting and/or abusing her children FROM BIRTH.

I realize this might be a controversial conclusion that I will be making in my book, but given the profound damage a severe BPD mother can cause her children including SUFFERING nearly beyond belief these possibilities HAVE to be faced by a society who — by their own blissful ignorance — is harboring these mothers.

I fully believe that the Trauma Altered Development that a BPD suffered in their own earliest and most important stages of body-brain growth happens to improve a BPD survivor’s chances of survival to childbearing age.  If this is true then there is ONLY ONE WAY to intercept the patterns of neglect and abuse that these same BPD survivors can inflict on the children that nature has enabled them to live long enough to produce.

This ONLY WAY is for the people who surround a BPD mother and her children HAVE to intervene on behalf of the children.  These trauma-caused changes have been included within human DNA potential from our earliest beginnings to ensure survival of a species that needed all the offspring it could produce.  That is obviously NOT still the case, but BPD survivors do continue not only to produce offspring but to also live long enough themselves to torment, torture and traumatize their own children.

Without intervention and treatment I do not believe that the most severely abusive Borderline parents have ANY CONSCIOUS CHOICE not to — on an unconscious and physiologically-programmed level – to be in direct competition for survival resources with these same offspring they have created.  In the ‘olden days’ this simply related to a mother’s ‘natural mammalian right’ to kill offspring within an environment that was so malevolent and deprived that enough resources simply DID NOT exist to support ‘them all’ and ensure survival – mother included.

Of course in today’s world all these physiological survival-of-the-species patterns are worse than obsolete.  They are abominations.  These are the same patterns, I believe, that are at the core of the Medea story I mentioned in my earlier post today where this mother hacked her own children apart with a gigantic butcher knife.  ‘The public’ and the father were given fair warning that this was exactly what Medea was going to do – and they did nothing to prevent the tragedy — not even while the butchering was happening as ‘society’ stood around outside the house listening to the screaming of the babies.  These are the same patterns that operated on the deepest, most hidden levels within my mother’s interactions with me — and within the society that allowed them to happen at all.

If we are a more highly evolved species, then we need to act that way.  Allowing these kinds of mothers to abuse and neglect their offspring IS A SOCIAL PROBLEM and only within this bigger picture will the solution to these problems be found.  Again, neither these BPD mothers nor their offspring can resolve these difficulties alone.  The physiological forces at work are very powerful, very ancient, and very, very dangerous to infants and children.

Previous posts today:

+THE WARNING THAT WILL GO WITH THIS BOOK WHEN IT’S FINISHED

+’BORDERLINE’ – TREATABLE BUT NOT CURABLE – FROM CHILDHOOD

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+’BORDERLINE’ – TREATABLE BUT NOT CURABLE – FROM CHILDHOOD

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I want to write a few comments while I am thinking about ‘the pre-Borderline child’ and Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD) as I come to increasingly identify the operation of the disorder within my severely abusive mother.

First of all I would NEVER agree that the diagnostic ‘name’ for this disorder be changed in any way at the current time of scientific understanding except as follows:  Just as ‘Multiple Personality Disorder’ has been renamed ‘Dissociative Identity Disorder’ (DID), I do believe that with BPD it is not ‘personality’ that is the concern but rather profound disturbances with ‘identity’.  (i.e., my mother did not know the difference between herself and her children, especially me — nor did she have the physiological capacity to do so)

While I see no way for BPD to operate without dissociation, these two disorders would currently require separate ‘names’, though I believe that BPD would be more accurately described if it were known as Borderline Identity Disorder (BID).

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Secondly, concerning ‘diagnosis’ of Borderline at any age and a future name-change:  I believe that scientific ability already exists to accurately SEE the Borderline condition by watching the operation of a Borderline brain as it operates in distinctly identifiable ways that are different from the way a normal brain operates while performing specific tasks.

Our current society will have to face significant ‘ethical’ concerns before we are willing to accept this as fact.  Yet I see being able to watch someone’s brain operate during scans so as to ‘diagnose’ conditions is in no way different than the ways scans are currently used to SEE all kinds of other physiological problems.

BPD IS as real a PHYSIOLOGICAL problem as is any other diagnosable disease.  As long as our society denies this fact we will remain in the Dark Ages regarding the actual and factual conditions that we refer to as ‘mental illness’.

“This is not rocket science!”  Given the advances in technology anyone who cares to look can identify BPD by watching the way the brain operates differently than normal while engaged in certain tasks.

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Now, thirdly, I have found absolutely no reason not to believe that the BPD doesn’t exist as a so-called pre-Borderline condition in childhood.  Therefore, accurate diagnosis of this condition can also be made during childhood through brain scans.

If this is the case then the nomenclature of ‘pre-Borderline’ is inaccurate.

Even if this is true, I am still led fourthly to ask myself whether or not I believe that a ‘pre-Borderline’ condition within a child under the age of 12 could be effectively treated.

I have a two-part response — yes and no!

I believe in the future it will become very clear that not only can BPD be identified through watching the operation of the brain, and that these same altered brain operation patterns will appear in childhood, but that these alterations CANNOT BE REVERSED.  In other words, once enough of the wrong kinds of experiences have happened conception through (I believe) age seven, the genetic combinations that create these altered brain patterns of operation will have been permanently built into a BPD survivor’s entire body including their brain.

This is no different than the accurate diagnosis of any other life-threatening ‘disease’ in childhood (or in adulthood) that is treatable and manageable although it is not curable.

The distinct benefit of identifying BPD during childhood is that the long-term consequences of these changed patterns can be ameliorated to a large extent.  Especially because all operations of the adult higher cortex are built upon the earliest brain formation platforms, and because the higher cortical areas of the brain do not complete their full maturation until around age 25-30, any EARLIER intervention and treatment of the BPD condition can have (in my opinion) profound positive effects on the further development of the higher cortical abilities.  (See for example:  +MOTHERING WARMTH = SMARTER PEOPLE)

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Once early trauma changes the course of development for a child so that the genetic combinations that lead to BPD have been triggered (for child survivors who HAVE these genes), I do not believe the condition of BPD itself can ever be ‘undone’.  At the same time I believe that BPD can nearly be eliminated from society as a condition through the elimination of infant-child abuse and neglect from our society (including most importantly severe stress and trauma from conception to age 2 — and through age 7).

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+THE WARNING THAT WILL GO WITH THIS BOOK WHEN IT’S FINISHED

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This post is about the book my daughter and I are writing that will contain the story of my severely abusive infancy and childhood with a Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD) mother.  If I were to suggest one single story to read as a precursor to the book I am working on, it would be Medea, an ancient Greek tragedy written by Euripides, based upon the myth of Jason and Medea and first produced in 431 BC.  This story is about (I am certain) a Borderline mother.

I also have no doubt that in the future researchers will confirm that BPD is a condition that happens as early infant-child abuse, trauma, neglect and maltreatment ACTIVATES particular genetic combinations that in the end lead to BPD in adults at the same time these processes of infant-caregiver unsafe and insecure malevolent attachment relationships deeply disturb a suffering child’s development so that a pre-Borderline condition ALWAYS exists during the childhood developmental stages of such a survivor.  This pre-Borderline condition could be identified before the age of 12 if society knew what to look for and what was being looked at.

I am not a ‘professional expert’ but I am a researcher in my own right because I am a survivor of a severely abusive 18-year infancy-childhood with a Borderline mother.

I can only write my story by finding MY story as it exists separately from my mother’s story.  This might seem like a stupid statement to anyone who does not have first-hand experience of being raised by a Borderline mother (or father).  As I explain in my book writing our two stories are so entangled, enmeshed, twisted and at times so fused together that it would be impossible for me to tell the difference between the two stories without the very clear understanding that I have developed over YEARS of research in my adulthood that my mother’s story is a LIE and therefore is EVIL while my story is the TRUTH and therefore is GOOD.

This is NOT a simple intellectually-based process. The ONLY way I can find my own story separate from my mother’s is to FEEL my story inside my own body.

I am blessed in my work to have in my possession many of my mother’s writings that came into my hands after her death in 2002.  I believe her writings exist as a part of what I imagine to be a divinely mandated higher purpose.  How my mother’s words, my words, and my daughter’s words interact and interrelate with each other will be a part of the power of this book once it is completed.

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In the meantime, and on this present day as I prepare myself yet again to dive back into my book-related writing tomorrow morning in my response to Question #5 of the 19 questions my daughter is ‘feeding me’ so that this story can be born, I am thinking about that one most important word:  POWER.

There is true POWER in the truth.  Because my story lies in the TRUTH of what I experienced being raised by a severely disturbed and severely ABUSIVE Borderline mother, if I do my task to the best of my ability there will be the POWER of TRUTH in this book.

I struggle continually within myself about the potential impact this power of truth might well have on those who read this book.  Of course I desire that this impact be ONLY positive, but at the same time I fear that this book MIGHT cause damage.

As I write my story I exclude from my entire consideration the existence of any other audience other than one single person – ME.  As I write, probably for the first time in my life, I am most valuing myself, the one who endured what I describe, the one that NOBODY cared about or paid attention to – let alone listened to – for the duration of time this story covers.

BUT, not ONLY that:  I am realizing that this book might serve in the end an extraordinary purpose.  It might well be THE ONLY book of its kind in existence that survivors of abuse such as mine can feel within their own body the absolute truth of what I am saying because my words will resonate with what these readers know in their own body.

This might simply mean that FINALLY fellow survivors can hand this book to people they know and love and say:  “When I say I had an abusive childhood, this is what I am talking about!  Read this story and you will begin to understand what my reality was and is like.”

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BUT, it is also not my intention in any way to BREAK someone else.  The thought of this happening to any survivor who reads my book scares the bejabbers out of me!

If survivors like me read this book and FEEL their own truth resonating in response to my own words a state of EMERGENCY can very easily be created because the EMERGENCE of body memory tied to the truth has great and intense POWER.

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I am thinking about what the ‘attachment experts’ say about the inability of someone who had unsafe and insecure earliest infant-caregiver interactions to tell a coherent narrative story of their ENTIRE life – not just of their earliest years.

This blog is full of related information about this fact.  Google search ‘stopthestorm attachment’ and you will see what I mean.

THERE IS A REASON WHY THIS IS SO!

In fact, there really is a NATURAL LAW behind why this is so.

In some power-full ways I am breaking this natural law by FORCING my story into a coherent form.  I WILL TELL MY STORY!

While I can sit here and intellectually believe this is a ‘good thing’, I am not entirely sure it is.  Here I can rely on one thing and one thing only:  FAITH.

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There is a purpose for dissociation.  There is a LIFE preserving reason why heavy-duty traumas can so often end up in the ‘forgotten zone’.  The experience of overwhelming trauma is EXACTLY THAT:  OVERWHELMING.  Natural law and physiological common sense have all kinds of ways to keep human beings alive through overwhelming trauma.  These survival abilities work in combination with one another in very physiologically WISE ways – for a purpose:  To maintain the integrity of the person who survives.

(And yes, I believe everything my mother did to me was in the end about preserving the integrity of her existence.  Without integrity as I am stating the concept, all life falls apart in the disintegration of death.)

This having been said, the only direction I can move in my thinking about myself, my story, this book is to say that I have to believe, trust and have faith in a fact that I do not know is a fact.  I have to have FAITH that it is.

I have to trust and believe that it is NOW time for our culture, for society to begin to raise their awareness about WHAT infant-child abuse IS and what it is LIKE for those who endure it for ALL OF US – those who have endured it and survived right along with those who have not.

What happened to me happened because NOBODY wished to know the truth.  It happened because EVERYBODY believed the lie.

There is incredible POWER in exposing lies, but it is NOT an easy or comfortable experience to recognize lies by being confronted by the truth if doing so CHANGES anyone’s ongoing ‘normal’ experience and understanding.

The intergenerational – no, it’s the INTRAgenerational — transmission of unresolved trauma is NOT going to stop until humans can learn what the trauma has to say.  Reading a story such as mine simply puts people face-to-face not with ME, not with my parents, but with unresolved trauma itself.

As this happens all human compassion and empathy ‘body circuits’ have to come into play.  What is INSIDE of people has to connect to what others experience – even if those others are babies and little tiny innocent people.

This being said, it seems to me that it is our society’s WINDOW OF EMOTIONAL TOLERANCE that needs to grow and expand in this process, not JUST awareness and consciousness of the ‘problem’ of infant-child abuse.   This is an individual and a collective process.

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Until I complete the writing process I am engaged in so that my story is finally told from the beginning to the end as best as I can find that story, I cannot honestly say, “I know what I am talking about.”  I am going back and literally ‘re-membering’ myself IN WORDS as a being entirely separate from my mother.

As I do this I am creating a ‘psychological profile of a criminal mind’ – my mother’s.  I cannot find and tell my own story without at the same time doing the same thing for my father.  But THEIRS IS NOT THE STORY I AM TELLING.  I am telling my own.

I am nearly one-fourth of the way through my writing process.  At this point I am finding that I have to revise some of my thoughts that I have held to be true up to this point.  I thought in the beginning that it would be of use to other survivors to be able to read a ‘template’ of ‘how to tell your incoherent infant-childhood abuse narrative coherently’.

Now I am saying, “DON’T do what I am doing!  It is dangerous.  It is risky.  Not for viewers to try at home!”

NOW, here is the qualifier:  “Don’t do this ALONE!”  In fact, I don’t suggest that ANYONE read this book ALONE!

BEING ALONE is the core experience of early abuse survivorship.  BEING ALONE is what allowed the abuse to happen in the first place, and I mean BEING ALONE without anyone else who cared a single DAMN!

All stories about abuse of any kind are COLLECTIVE stories because we are members of a SOCIAL species whether we like it or not!  The only hope for healing infant-child abuse is to ‘join up with one another in absolute true caring’.

I could NEVER write my story such as I am writing it now without my daughter’s involvement in this process.  She, in turn, is not even going to be able to read what I write without having her own circle of true caring around her (our writing-rules are that she not read a word I am writing until I have answered all 19 questions).

So – this is the point where I can let go of my concerns about the impact and potential consequences of this book.  NOBODY, and I mean NOBODY should read it ALONE without having firmly and clearly in place a circle of truly caring people around them!

It is only the truly caring circle of people who can heal trauma’s ongoing devastating effects.  ONLY!

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+A LITTLE NOTE ABOUT ‘DOUBLE WHAMMY SADNESS’

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My daughter emails me videos to watch of my grandson who is nearly 15 months old.  We live 1700 miles away from one another – and I wish we didn’t.  Just life, I guess – but I love the videos!

The one I received yesterday shows my grandson learning to walk and what JOY he has — and showed him pushing the buttons on his toy that plays him songs so he can dance and sing along.  What JOY!

There are no words for how happy I feel for him, or for how happy I am that his parents are taking care of him right!  My grandson has his secure attachments to them and to the other important people who love him right where they are supposed to be — exactly at the center of his body, his nervous system, his brain — and as he continues to make great strides toward growing up all this goodness will be a part of his mind and his self, and at the center of his relationships with this self, with other people and with the world for the rest of his life.

I watch the complete freedom that little one has in his body to move – to express with that freedom the joy in movement that I believe ALL severely abused infants and young children completely miss!  How can a little one move with joy and freedom IN THEIR BODY as they experience their life in a world of joy once that little one — in their body — has been hurt, harmed, traumatized and terrified?

I don’t believe they can.

That just made me think that the sadness severe early abuse survivors feel is NOT only about what trauma was done to them.  It is ALSO about missing WHAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN.  This is a ‘double-whammy-sadness’.

Healing for survivors certainly CAN include ‘body work’ to bring some of these experience of freedom and absolute joy into their body.  I just know for myself that this is hard for me to do.  I am learning something about how hard it really is – and why – as I see the contrast between what my and other abuse survivors’ beginning life was like compared to what it was SUPPOSED to be like.

I’m just ‘documenting’ this today.  That’s all…….

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+THE BOX OF GLOVES (AND IRRITABILITY)

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I went into my little town yesterday, first of the month, Social Security disability check in my bank account, to run errands and pick up essentials.  I only leave home about twice a month now considering my very limited resources  financially, mentally and emotionally.

I was gone from home 6 hours and came home absolutely overloaded, overwhelmed and exhausted both by the moving around ‘out there’ itself and by the patterns of interaction with ‘the public’.  I want to explain (with some humiliation and ‘shame’) how the tail-end of my day’s interaction went at our new ACE Hardware store.

I carried with me the store brand box of 50-count latex work gloves.  I needed more because I use them all day when I am working outside inside my very dirty heavy gloves.  $6.99 per box.  Were there any to be seen on the store shelf?  Nope.  Not a box, not a tag on the edge of the shelf that would let me know there was hope of ever finding them there again.

So what did I do?  Uh-Oh!  A big NO NO!  I actually asked of the 6 or 7 corporate garbed smiling employees standing around in the ‘lobby’ of the store (and yes, this new store is built to look just like a person might find on entering a grand hotel!), “I need some help here.”

Maybe it was because I forgot to say “Please” at the beginning of the encounter.  Maybe it was because I made the mistake of thinking that if I put these gloves from this store on my errand list, drove into town and down their street, parked my car, walked into the store, across the floor and down the long isle where I expected to find the object of my intentions that I could find them.

I didn’t enter the store to socialize.

I didn’t enter the store to eventually receive a very detailed and defensive explanation of the entire computerized ordering and receiving process this corporation uses to ensure that the simple things we customers actually wish to buy will ONLY be on the shelf first thing on Thursday mornings after the once-a-week truck brings new copies of what actually SOLD the week before.

I didn’t enter the store not to be listened to.  I didn’t come to have six people out-shout one another as they explained to me that I had no reason to be upset.  All of these minimum-wage employees, all evidently charmed by the Great American Corporate Logic did not seem to understand that I wanted to buy a simple basic item when they told me, “The store doesn’t want to have inventory just sitting around on the shelf.”

Give me a break!  I’m not upset because I came in to buy a $600 dollar chain saw.  How is this different than a grocery store using this logic and replacing a single loaf of bread on the shelf once a week, being content in the meantime to belittle an upset customer who actually wonders why THEY can’t buy a loaf of bread from an empty shelf?

So, let me get this straight (as I tried to be heard and explain MY logic at this juncture in time and place):  Your store only stocks one box of a very useful and well-priced item.  Someone who wants this box and lives in town shows up when the store door opens the morning after you have restocked this one item and buys it.  Then every other much more ‘polite’ customer than I who enters the store for the next 6 days will NOT buy the invisible box of gloves – and you will hear no complaint.

There sits the shelf spot empty.  There are all these employees stalking customers who can’t buy what they want.  There they go out the door having wasted their time with their money still in their pocket.  And nobody thinks this through?

What if the store changed their inventory replenishment system so that, say, five boxes came in on Wednesday night’s truck.  Then all five boxes could sell, four more customers would be happy, you make money, five more boxes come in the next week — etc!

Nope!

One male employee actually said to me, “I’ve been shot at in my life.  I’ve been shot, and you are upset because you can’t buy a box of gloves?”

Me?  In my increasingly overloaded state of, yes, emotional dysregulation by this time turned and responded back to him, “All right!  Go ahead and shoot me if it would make you feel better.  But that wouldn”t change the fact that I came here to buy an item I actually need and it’s not on the shelf!  I need to know if this space is going to remain empty or if more of these boxes are coming in.  Can you tell me if they have been permanently deleted from your inventory?”

(By the way, no doubt the man who offered this inappropriate response is also a severe infant-child abuse survivor himself.)

I was not displaying anger yesterday.  I was displaying irritation and dissatisfaction with a focused intensity of determination to be listened to.  All I asked for was that one person hear what I was saying and consider my suggestion that someone look into adding another few boxes of gloves into the inventory system so that more boxes could show up on the shelf so more people could buy them over the span of any given week’s time (by the way, this is NOT the first time I’ve faced this same empty shelf).  Did my heretical wishes tip over THEIR boat?  Evidently so.

Well, another moment of these interactions and I’m quite certain I would have been permanently 86-ed from their store.

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Yes, my disability DID come into play.  A far more adequately emotionally regulated person (from infancy thru adequate infant-caregiver interactions – secure attachment – that build the emotional-social brain in the first place) would NOT have had this ridiculous interaction go this way!

Warning to self:  “Do not EVER actually go to that store expecting to find what you need!  Do not EVER go to that store as the last stop after a day of errands!  Do not EVER try to use logic in talking to those employees again!  Do not EVER expect to be listened to!  Do not EVER expect them to care one single bit that what you wanted to spend your money on is not in the store even though it COULD have been!”

There aren’t enough shopping options in this town to boycott stores on a regular basis.  I don’t have a reliable car or the gas money to make the 50 mile round trip in one direction or the 75 mile round trip in the other direction to get to a larger shopping area.

I have limited income and I’m sorry, folks!  But why should I spend 2 – 4 times as much money to buy smaller packages of gloves that are 1/5th the quality of the ones I have found before and wish to buy again?  Why should I waste gas money returning to the store when I only go to town twice a month?  And when would I need to show up, anyway?   Only when the store opens on a Thursday morning so I and some other customer who also needs that one box of gloves can argue for it?  Fight over it?  One person buy the box and both of us go out into the parking lot and exchange money between us so each purchases half of the one box’s contents?  (I guess we’d have to decide which one of us ended up with 24 gloves and the other with 26.)

POINT OF STORY:  For every person who experiences emotional dysregulation there is likely to be a process that leads up to these difficulties.  Increasing irritability is a sign that OVERLOAD is taking place that will lead to OVERWHELMING unless some way is found to ‘down-regulate’ this pattern.

The reason I am on disability now is that I CANNOT modulate incoming stimuli well, my senses and my ability to filter them out are shot.  I have spent most of my life ‘getting along’ in the world using up resources that I have never really had!  I am quite simply — burned out.

I have to be very very careful now of how often I leave the sanctuary of my own home and yard because I DO NOT carry the calm peacefulness of ‘sanctuary’ in my own body.  This is a condition that is often referred to as ‘complex posttraumatic stress disorder (PTSD)’ but I don’t care what it’s called, it came from being completely overloaded and overwhelmed with violence and trauma from the time I was born until I was 18.

I have, essentially, NO TOLERANCE for irritation.  I have an allergic reaction to most people I encounter, I swear!  If I were rich I would string a Personal Assistant along with me everywhere I go — or send that person ‘out there’ instead of me so I could avoid what I very often experience now.

I only vaguely understand that the kind of overload and irritation I can often feel in the midst of ‘too much stimulation’ and ‘too much of the wrong kind of stimulation’ is related to right brain ‘limbic kindling’.  It’s like having a burn that hurts if ANYTHING including water touches that wounded and unhealed skin.  This is irritability!  And if I ever find that I want some more of it I know exactly where to go to find it!

And, yes, I admit that at almost 60 years old, being worn out to a large extent, it is my ‘fault’ that I can no longer gracefully and ‘appropriately’ handle BS like I used to.  I just don’t have it in me to be ‘nicey-nice’ anymore in the midst of what feels like insanity and chaos.  Yes, I am an ‘accident waiting to happen’ with my overloaded body-brain and my resulting extremely short fuse!  And I suspect that during the time frame I am in as I return to the earliest years of my life in the writing of my book I will have to be very, very, very careful of myself – and evidently of other people as well.

That was a high price to pay for a non-box of work gloves!

And never mind now that as I go to actually publish this post my cable internet is on the blitz again for the second time in a week.  I CAN handle this one – blissfully!  I think……

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I have to say that all of this contrasted most sharply with my next experience at Safeway (our only grocery store in town).  There I received a $10 coupon at checkout because I had just spent over $75 – and I was delighted to head to the vegetable isle for all the fixings for a wonderful spinach salad — cost?  Absolutely FREE!

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+QUESTION #4 IS ANSWERED

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I just finished writing my response to Question #4 for the book – 15 more questions to go.  Tomorrow I receive #5 from my daughter, go through the next four days ‘in waiting’ as I prepare myself to answer it, and begin writing again next Tuesday morning.

I had yet another amazing ‘discovery’ today that came to me as I wrote that shook my body in a terrible way that I could not have imagined as a full-blown body memory from something that happened when I was 22 months old made itself known.  Only in such a disconnected culture such as ours is could anyone ever suggest, let alone believe, that our body does not store a memory of everything that ever happens to us.  (More than that – I believe our DNA is ancestral memory, as well.)

But enough for now – time for a well-earned BREAK!  I pray for everyone’s protection and safety as the season of massive storms is upon us.

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