+A LITTLE MEANDER THRU MY ADOBE PEACE GARDEN 4/23/2012

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Highlight of my morning was being able to watch the birth of tiny Praying Mantis babies who spent all winter developing in their rock-hard cocoon attached to one of the top header boards of my adobe chicken coop’s window.  About 1/3″ long, they evidently chew their way out attached to a gossamer thread thinner than a hair.  Then they wiggle their head, tail and tiny legs free, climb up the thread and disperse.

1/3" long - Praying Mantis - chewing out of 'home', climbing to join sibs - some who seem to wait before leaving to help the newest ones along their way
Praying Mantis shed their skin as they grow - females eat the heads off of the males they mate with - gaining nutrition - mating multiple times (I don't know how to zoom with this newer camera!)

And — some plants —

delicate petals

John Cabot rose - propagates by cutting as is an 'own root' rose - all these are native plants on minimal drip irrigation

Mermaid Rose - another 'own root' hardy rose - lovely scent, long bloomer, VERY thorny!
native sage bed with petunias that seeded from last year (some spinach in there)

white perennial snap with Mexican Primrose, Texas Ranger, some salvia back there

Some vegetable work….

veg beds at front of house
veg beds at front of house
lots of jalapenos
lots of jalapenos

Lots more work to do – corn and butternut squash next, still need to check and repair drip lines, etc.

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History of garden building here:

LINDA’S ADOBE PEACE GARDEN

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+LIFE TRAVELING….

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It has been days since I have written a post, days pulling myself back from the brink I found myself far too close to this past Good Friday (scroll down for related posts).  I learned there are more things I do not want to remember, be reminded of or discover about my own self (history) than I could have possibly guessed.  I learned that what I know about myself ‘above ground’ is only a tiny fraction of who I really might be.  I learned it is best that I keep things this way.

I suspect that what I have learned in these past years through my research about what terrible stress and trauma does to change the physiological development of infants and children is very useful information to me.  I no longer feel I have to dig-dig-dig to turn up unknowns from my 18 year abusive childhood.

I understand that it is not and never will be the specifics of what was DONE to me that matters.  What matters is how my body-nervous systems-brain are different – very, very different – in consequence of my having endured my insanely abusive infancy and childhood than they would have been if I had not been forced to survive and grow in a toxic, malevolent environment.

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I have put my efforts these past days into finding ways to connect with people in the community in which I live.  I have fought my way back (for the most part) to an inner state of relative calmness that was so shaken and crushed when my neighbor girl showed up at my house in absolute meltdown-crisis on Good Friday.  I have not given myself time to THINK about anything except what belongs to the present only.  There is a lot to do, a lot to pay attention to in the present……..

There are also many people involved in very real troubling dramas — I see.  All kinds of difficulties that require friendships, stamina, determination, good intent, courage, creativity and faith to resolve.  Troubles troubles troubles abound — and these past days I have ‘put myself out there’ where I could witness how life is for others – and at times be of some small assistance.

I am not free to write about other people’s stories for the most part, and I am in many ways quite tired at present and in need of some R and R – and in need of paying attention to things I need to take care of in my own home and garden.My thoughts, my feelings, my heart — full of that special kind of tenderness that comes with caring about how people’s dramas progress, unfold, resolve themselves — or don’t seem to.

Death and dying, sickness, deterioration of the body, teens in trouble with the law, relationship breakups in attempt to end abuses, poverty leading to no food in the house, aging without caregivers, court battles, failed parenting, loving parenting, struggles of all kinds.

I witness many many people who are struggling as adults with the lifelong consequences of living with a trauma-altered body-brain that neglect and abuse created in their childhoods.  I see how the tragedies tumble down the generations.  And I see the heroes and heroines who are working as hard as they can to change things for the better – anyway – for their self and often for their children – one moment at a time.

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+A READING TODAY THAT INSPIRES ME

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As I look back at myself as a child, as far back as I can remember I have always been a seeker of beauty.  I have often thought of my spiritual journey as one in which I have sought for truth, for goodness, for what is right.  Because I know of myself as a severely abused child who always recognized the beauty around me no matter how terrible my life was, I think today that it was my search for beauty itself that led me to survive – and led me to answers that mean a great deal to me today.

These words I read today encapsulate my search, my goal, my belief, my desire.  I am not in this search alone.  This is the destiny of the entire human race.

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BEAUTY AND HARMONY IN DIVERSITY
“The Creator of all is One God.
From this same God all creation sprang into existence, and He is the one goal, towards which everything in nature yearns. This conception was embodied in the words of Christ, when He said, ‘I am the Alpha and the Omega, the beginning and the end’. Man is the sum of Creation, and the Perfect Man is the expression of the complete thought of the Creator—the Word of God.
Consider the world of created beings, how varied and diverse they are in species, yet with one sole origin. All the differences that appear are those of outward form and colour. This diversity of type is apparent throughout the whole of nature.
Behold a beautiful garden full of flowers, shrubs, and trees. Each flower has a different charm, a peculiar beauty, its own delicious perfume and beautiful colour. The trees too, how varied are they in size, in growth, in foliage—and what different fruits they bear! Yet all these flowers, shrubs and trees spring from the self-same earth, the same sun shines upon them and the same clouds give them rain.
So it is with humanity. It is made up of many races, and its peoples are of different colour, white, black, yellow, brown and red—but they all come from the same God, and all are servants to Him. This diversity among the children of men has unhappily not the same effect as it has among the vegetable creation, where the spirit shown is more harmonious. Among men exists the diversity of animosity, and it is this that causes war and hatred among the different nations of the world.
Differences which are only those of blood also cause them to destroy and kill one another. Alas! that this should still be so. Let us look rather at the beauty in diversity, the beauty of harmony, and learn a lesson from the vegetable creation. If you beheld a garden in which all the plants were the same as to form, colour and perfume, it would not seem beautiful to you at all, but, rather, monotonous and dull. The garden which is pleasing to the eye and which makes the heart glad, is the garden in which are growing side by side flowers of every hue, form and perfume, and the joyous contrast of colour is what makes for charm and beauty. So is it with trees. An orchard full of fruit trees is a delight; so is a plantation planted with many species of shrubs. It is just the diversity and variety that constitutes its charm; each flower, each tree, each fruit, beside being beautiful in itself, brings out by contrast the qualities of the others, and shows to advantage the special loveliness of each and all.
Thus should it be among the children of men! The diversity in the human family should be the cause of love and harmony, as it is in music where many different notes blend together in the making of a perfect chord. If you meet those of different race and colour from yourself, do not mistrust them and withdraw yourself into your shell of conventionality, but rather be glad and show them kindness. Think of them as different coloured roses growing in the beautiful garden of humanity, and rejoice to be among them.
Likewise, when you meet those whose opinions differ from your own, do not turn away your face from them. All are seeking truth, and there are many roads leading thereto. Truth has many aspects, but it remains always and forever one.
Do not allow difference of opinion, or diversity of thought to separate you from your fellow-men, or to be the cause of dispute, hatred and strife in your hearts.
Rather, search diligently for the truth and make all men your friends.
Every edifice is made of many different stones, yet each depends on the other to such an extent that if one were displaced the whole building would suffer; if one is faulty the structure is imperfect.
Bahá’u’lláh has drawn the circle of unity, He has made a design for the uniting of all the peoples, and for the gathering of them all under the shelter of the tent of universal unity. This is the work of the Divine Bounty, and we must all strive with heart and soul until we have the reality of unity in our midst, and as we work, so will strength be given unto us. Leave all thought of self, and strive only to be obedient and submissive to the Will of God. In this way only shall we become citizens of the Kingdom of God, and attain unto life everlasting.”

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+’DEPRESSION’ = OVERWHELMING SADNESS FROM SEVERE INFANT-CHILD ABUSE

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This is an excerpt from a letter I just wrote to a friend – one who lived at the bottom of the mountain below our Alaskan homestead as I grew up —

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I wanted to apologize for not being able to write right now.  I did send a snail mail off to you — not to worry, I am a tough cookie and will come out on the up side of whatever’s going on for me right now – I am determined

but must find and follow the inner and outer pathway toward that UP direction

Ever since the moment I looked up from spreading new little worms in my newest compost pile a week ago today – and saw that girl so sad and upset — I have not been able to return myself to the happy worm-spreader I was before I saw — and interacted — with her.  [SEE previous posts of this past week]

I know I have done all but more praying for that child – it is what happened to ME at that moment/those moments that I am processing.

For the first time – perhaps in my life – I SAW what I looked like for 18 years.

I KNOW what I felt like!

I didn’t want to know.  Never in all the moments and years I have traveled since I escaped Mother have I WANTED to know what I felt like as a child.  My pretenses have tumbled down, shattered, dissolved.

This depression I have battled with all my life – I cannot pretend to myself anything about it.  It is a sadness so deeply rooted within every cell of my body there is very little left — unless I WORK VERY VERY hard to find and create it.

So I am doing that.  I have no choice, really.  I hate this state.  And it takes constant work, nearly constant prayer, constant monitoring of any thoughts I might have to TURN THEM – like a sailing ship – into a better, more positive direction

Because the deep sadness, as real as it is in my body, IS NOT WHO I AM!

Enough said.  I will do my 45 min walk, I will eat something good, I will thank and praise God for all the goodness in my life, I will tend the garden, work on the baby blanket I am creating for Little One Dancing approaching his birth — write a little note to you – and I better get busy.

Did I NEED for some reason to come face to face so directly with the desperate sadness I have always KNOWN – no matter what else I have created of a life on top of that sadness – as I have used it somehow for food for a better life?

Someday I will know.  Today I do battle.

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+ADULT REACTIVE ATTACHMENT DISORDER – THE GREAT UMBRELLA!

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While I am nothing like ‘an expert’ in anything related to diagnostic categories commonly used – and accepted – in mainstream America today, at age 60, having been involved in my own healing from severe child abuse from birth (until I was age 18) for half of my lifetime, I am an expert on myself.

I just read this online page —

Reactive Attachment Disorder in Adults

I believe there are far more people with Reactive Attachment Disorder (RAD) than any ‘professional’ would care to accept.  While this might not be an ‘official diagnosis’ – for me it is an accurate one.  True, I ‘have’ Posttraumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) – probably could add the ‘complex’ part to the front of that, for whatever purpose that serves – along with ‘depression’, ‘dissociation’ and all the etc. etc. that could be included.

But when push comes to shove and I am triggered in my life, it is the RAD that most accurately covers my experience.  Nobody can talk me out of this awareness, no matter what their experience, education, research, (etc.) might be.

So I am writing this post just to support and encourage any severe infant-child abuse and neglect people who have come up with this ‘category’ for their self as being an accurate one.  If you suspect this, in my opinion and experience, honor what you know enough to accept that you are right.

Everything else that is a part of my body and my experience of myself in my life can be included under the RAD umbrella.

When something in my life is a major trigger, and when ‘kindling’ begins (See:  +MY MOSAIC OF REACTION TO BEING FACED WITH……..) it is true that what could be called my ‘Disorganized-Disoriented Insecure Attachment Disorder’ becomes activated in serious and pervasive ways.

But on the level of my experience when this happens about what is needed to diminish the difficulties all of the ‘damage’ (through Trauma Altered Development) my insanely abusive BPD mother caused me, it is the RAD awareness that helps me calm myself down.

Because of the intense triggering that being confronted with my despairing abused neighbor girl last Friday caused me (see recent posts), it is taking days for me to do this ‘calming myself down’.  It is hard work.  It is my life.  I understand nearly all of it now – why I am this way, what happened to make me this way, what I react to and how, and what I can do to reestablish the best-state of peaceful calm that I can manage to find.

No, this is not fun.  In fact, it really really sucks!  But this body is all I have to get me through my life.  The terrible traumatic stress of my severely abusive infancy and childhood did this to me.  The complete lack of any safe and secure attachment with another person did this to me.  The forced isolation during my 18 year childhood did this to me.

I KNOW now.  I KNOW!  And anyone who has searched the internet on this topic and has landed upon this post, congratulations!  Trust yourself!!

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+WHY DO AMERICAN ADULTS INSIST IT IS THEIR RIGHT TO ASSAULT (‘SPANK’) THEIR CHILDREN?

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I witnessed some very interesting things about people over the past few days since last Friday’s fiasco regarding the troubles of my neighbor girl (see those posts).  The biggest issues I ended up encountering had to do with people’s attitudes toward children in general, and toward hitting (spanking?) children in particular.

I very quickly learned that whether or not children should be protected by law from being physically assaulted by grownups is NOT a topic open to nearly anyone’s rational thinking abilities.  Talk about a HOT TOPIC!  Because I believe nothing much positive can be accomplished through animosity, aggressive disagreement, arguing, heated passions in strong opposition and defense — I now know there are very few (too few for me to find) adults who I can even begin to talk with about the subject of protecting children from assault by all adults.

And, yes, I define any physical act of violence and aggression by big people against little people to be wrong.  And, yes, I believe children need to be protected against actions of violence and aggression by adults BY LAW.

I quickly discovered that the kinds of changes I would like to see in America to enact fundamental protections for our little people will not happen in my lifetime.  We are NOT much of a civilized society when it comes to thinking about what the CHILDREN need.  We appear to be far more concerned with what ADULTS WANT based on their beliefs about ADULT rights.

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Any conversation I tried to have with adults in order to explore this topic instantly turned HOSTILE!

Even worse than this I found that adults cannot hear themselves on the topic.  I think it would be easier and more accepted in this nation to remove adults’ rights to vote than to protect children from adult ‘rights’ to HIT them whenever an adult (so-called parents, teachers and caregivers) WANT to hit a child — for some fantastical believe in the legitimacy of violence by BIG people against little ones.

The underlying emotional ocean from which the right-to-hit children comes from appeared to me to be FEAR OF CHILDREN!  In this fear-based attitude toward children these adults I tried to converse with intelligently about the needs and rights of children, often openly stated that children lie, manipulate, and cannot be believed or trusted.

I had to rein in my own thoughts and feelings in response as I saw that these undercurrents run very, very close in truth and honesty to hatred of children.

Children – not to be believed?

ARE CHILDREN THE ENEMIES OF ADULTS?

Apparently so.

If I stretch to find a more innocuous perceptual position from which to view what the adults I talked to were saying, the most naive stand I can take is that adults in America’s trained-monkey consumerist materialist culture KNOW that their children belong to them as POSSESSIONS.

Children are not, to these (in my personal opinion) ignorant and misguided adults, really people at all!  They are — in truth — as judged by the rage-filled attitudes of these adults, inherently CRIMINALS in need of PUNISHMENT.

Are adults afraid of the innocence of children?  Are they afraid of the free-wheeling creative thought of children?  Are they afraid of the PEOPLE that children actually ARE?

Do these adults wish to unconditionally reserve the right to BULLY children by wielding POWER over these children as threat, terrorism and  trauma?  What adult among us desires to be WHACKED with physical force — that is supposedly ONLY a SPANKING deserved — for — WHAT?  Deserved for being ALIVE?

Great.  We as a nation are giving birth to our own enemies?

We have a long, long ways to go.  I try to be positive.  I try to look at “how far we’ve come” in attitudes toward the needs and rights of children.  I try to say “we are buds who will blossom sooner or later.”

Yet if people cannot converse rationally about an issue so important to children as the right and need not to be hurt, betrayed and physically HIT (assaulted) by big people without any power of their own to HIT the adults back in self defense — how is anyone who NEEDS to learn something new about who children are and what they need to grow peacefully into a peaceful, safe, secure and happy world — going to happen?  HOW exactly are we ever as a nation, as a species, going to grow, change and improve?

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If you don’t think passing a law nationally to criminalize ‘spanking’ in America is a HOT topic, try speaking with ten people in support of such a law.  You will be shocked, sickened, ashamed, dismayed.  But don’t defend your ideas.  There will be a fight – it will not be a pretty situation — or a productive one.  But it will be enlightening.

See:  State by State — United States statutes as they pertain to spanking and child abuse

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+A LITTLE TOUR THROUGH THE BUDDING SPRING 2012 ADOBE PEACE GARDEN

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April 10, 2012 – Adobe Peace Garden in its budding for this new season — it is slightly overcast today – and I don’t know how to change any settings on this camera I have now – not sure this one has the best color — the here’s the garden nearly read to BLOOM!

Surprise bloom on ivy I started last year in the adobe planter - found the slip in Old Bisbee
Yellow one is fake
Mexican Primrose - west side of house - sis Cindy gave me those onions there toward back of pic
Snap dragon buds
(those yellow ones are fake!)
Snapdragons, slow to open - too many surprise freezes this spring?

Buds buds buds - white snaps - with Texas Ranger and Mexican Primrose
The little yellow ones have been blooming since Feb., will bloom until November - a native plant, as is the purple behind it - the crawler to the left is Hummingbird Mint - behind it a nearly wild rose
New weeds are appearing as the garden is aging - no idea what this is, but I really like it
One of these days I will ask the garden man at our new local ACE what the name of this plant is (new in this spot) - I really liked the one I bought last year. This will have tall thin long spindly stems with tiny light pink flowers on the ends - blooms all summer once it starts
New Alaskan Daisy - new to the garden last spring - roots have grown, plant has grown - nearly ready to bloom!
More snaps (over wintered) - nearly blooming - my favorite wine color - with Texas Ranger - the tall stalk on right is a yellow Bird of Paradise sis Cindy brought me
Second year for the artichoke - other wine died - will it feed me this year?
A nearly wild rose - pink when it blooms - it is gorgeous!
First roses on a nearly wild - hope this plant grows MUCH bigger in its 2nd year
I am letting the yellow go to seed some - to spread around - this one is a keeper!

Another native plant from High Country Gardens in Santa Fe, NM - purchased last year - wild Penstamon
Budding native - Paprika Yarrow - from High Country Gardens in Santa Fe, NM - plant's second year
First of the yellow climbing rose blooms - flowers will hopefully increase in size of bloom as spring lengthens
I planted these last fall - no idea what they are but boy do they have BUDS! My thrift store snail - thought of painting it but sun is so intense here the paint would fade as it did on the little lizard
First blooms on this beautiful blue sage - 2nd year for this LOVELY bloomer - will bloom through October if dead headed
The last lone Iris bloom - at least 10 full stems ready to bloom froze 3 weeks ago and died - 😦
The newest compost - outside the yard fence
Rose buds

Dollar Store butterfly - really enjoy it!
The Fishing Boy - latest thrift store addition - petunias in foreground from last year's seeds
I left a lot of garlic in the ground from last year - no heart to pull it, looks to happy!
Off course - some of the girls
Have three flats of the jalapenos sprouted - a tame variety - everyone LOVES those pickles - hope to plant LOTS of these plants this year
Oh, and the bunch of wild grass, lilac and larkspur
A little lily with buds on east side

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+WE CAN BEAT ABUSE!

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OK – Reactive Attachment Disorder – take THIS

Steve Winwood – ROLL WITH IT

Time for some DANCING!  We deserve to dance in freedom!

Sabrina — I will dance for you until you are free to dance for YOURSELF!

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+SABRINA’S CHAIR

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I must clarify:  Empathy and compassion are not the same thing!  The simplest way I can think of to describe the difference between these is that empathy is a physiological reaction and process through which compassion manifests itself in intent and then through action.  Empathy involves a mutual sharing of information between people.

Both processes heavily rely on physiological pathways in the nervous system and brain – but the empathy response is PRIMARILY an automatic instantaneous PHYSICAL response, while compassion — I believe — is a quality of the soul that can be fostered far more easily than empathy disorders can be ‘corrected’.  Compassion is what we DO with the information our empathy gives to us.  The health of our attachment system determines how well (healthily, appropriately) our empathy abilities operate.

Healthy empathy is designed to let one person receive accurate and clear information about the internal state of another person.  It is in no way (in my opinion) supposed to involve the NEEDS of the receiver in any way.  Clear empathy is about THE OTHER PERSON.

It is through appropriate and clear empathy – along with love, compassion and appropriate response — that an infant’s caregiver builds both safe and secure attachment circuitry into the emotional-social rapidly growing right brain of an infant, and also into its rapidly growing and developing nervous systems (Central Nervous System and Autonomic Nervous System).

In infant-caregiver interactions this is called MIRRORING.  The caregiver is supposed to resonate with the ‘feeling states’ of an infant and MIRROR these back to the infant without caregiver contamination in the information being sent back and received by the infant.

Again, as I have said so often, the information needed to understand the truth about attachment – and empathy – is here:

+BEING A PHYSICAL BEING IN AN IMPERFECT WORLD

Again, PLEASE also see:

*Preschooler empathy

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The entire scenario with Sabrina (see posts listed below) would have gone entirely differently if I did not have the most severe type of insecure attachment disorder and resulting empathy disorder that I received as my body-brain was built from birth in an unsafe and insecure, inadequate, traumatizing, abusive environment.

My own needs, feelings, memories, etc. would NOT have been triggered.  I would not have dissolved (become disoriented-disorganized) in any way by Sabrina’s condition.  I would have been able to respond entirely appropriately in the situation.

Most certainly I would have been able to lock Sabrina into my house and refused to let her out at least until her mother provided me the telephone number of Sabrina’s probation officer – so that I could give it to Sabrina.  This is what Sabrina needed!!

My compassion cannot result in the most appropriate actions I COULD take because of what I just wrote in bold type.

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+WHO WILL HELP MY NEIGHBOR GIRL? SUCH CRIPPLING DESPAIR…..

+MY MOSAIC OF REACTION TO BEING FACED WITH……..

+”WHY SHOULD I CARE? IT’S NOT MY CHILD!”

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As things stand I am completely in need of reestablishing my own self-organization and self-orientation as a result of my own terrible LONG history of traumatic abuse having been triggered.

Every piece of furniture in my house came to me used.  All of my ‘table chairs’ but one have duct tape repairs to them.  On my one ‘best’ chair I will keep a flowering plant, a vase of fresh flowers, a plant of some kind — for a long long time to come.

NOBODY will be allowed to sit in this chair.  This chair is now SABRINA’S CHAIR.  It is the chair in which that suffering troubled child sat as she pleaded for protection, safety, help.

If anyone asks about this chair, I will certainly tell them its story.

Abused children live in war zones.  They are not equipped to fight back against those who are harming them.  They cannot win against a society who does not honor and help them – but instead is protecting their abusers.

This chair is now a memorial space for suffering I cannot stop.  The issues represented by Sabrina’s Chair are those around which my entire life centers.

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Not law yet but HOPEFULLY!!

CANADA – Senators approve anti-spanking bill

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+”WHY SHOULD I CARE? IT’S NOT MY CHILD!”

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If every single person who has the capacity to care about the well-being of children had a child walk into their yard, into their home, in the state of complete meltdown despair, terror, sorrow, hopelessness – and need – that I did two days ago (see post links below) – perhaps some needed changes on behalf of suffering children would REALLY begin to happen.

I challenge everyone to imagine how such a scenario would play itself out for you, for any battered child who came for your help, any differently than this has happened for Sabrina — and for me.

The law is completely on the side of battering parents – it is NOT on the side of infants and children, no matter what we want to pretend differently to ourselves about the TRUTH!  Again, see:  State by State — United States statutes as they pertaining to spanking and child abuse

We still legally sanction, condone and support parental bullying, terrorism and assault against infants and children – no matter what we might wish to comfort ourselves by believing to the contrary.

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Please take a look at the information in this post:

*Preschooler empathy

It is important to understand that as with the information about ‘kindling’ that I popped into my last post, insecure attachments create empathy disorders that can NEVER really be repaired.

People like to throw around words like ‘plasticity’ and ‘resiliency’ as if those words have any real meaning in a real conversation about what matters to children who are terrorized and traumatized by hatred, stupidity and abuse.  THEY DON’T — !!

I see the image of a cake in my mind — all prettily frosted and ready to be eaten.  Oops!  A cake built in terror and trauma?  Let’s pretend we can just FIX it down the road in a child’s/person’s life.

NOPE!

All we can learn about healing ‘later on’ – is like baking a secondary cake.  You cannot put these two cakes together as one.  You cannot bake a second ‘better’ or ‘right’ cake later on, down the road once the damage to a growing child’s body and brain has been done in an insecure and unsafe world — and pretend that things are now OK!!

Sabrina will NEVER be OK as if she had been treated with tender love, care, respect during these developmental years she is concluding now.

Sabrina will spend the rest of her LIFE suffering consequences from the wounding harm that has been done to her and is continuing to be done to her.

Please take a few minutes to read the above link and to THINK about what it is saying – and what the implications are for anyone who has not had a safe and secure attachment environment during their earliest years — which is true for at least half of our population to one degree or another.

We can celebrate our little holidays and pretend we are individually happy while we ignore the plight of suffering infants and children if we want to.  Go right ahead.  Who is to care?

The pain of children does not stop on holidays.

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following these posts:

+WHO WILL HELP MY NEIGHBOR GIRL? SUCH CRIPPLING DESPAIR…..

+MY MOSAIC OF REACTION TO BEING FACED WITH……..

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