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Tell me all about it, dear...
Poolie - 2010-07-24 17:03:24
I had zillions of chores as a kid but I also had an immense amount of freedom to do whatever I pleased. No curfews or restrictions because I was such a good kid. I guess I was one of the lucky ones.
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terri t - 2010-07-24 17:36:58
We all had our bad times, I'm sure. Some obviously had it worse than others. And you are right, you only knew what you knew at the time. Imagine my surprise a few years ago when one of my sisters told me the truth about her marriage and thought all husbands did what hers did to her....in spite of seeing her own parents in their marriage and me in mine...
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gbw - 2010-07-24 21:04:58
Hot today.... I am a fried egg and I ain't sunny side up after sitting out in this heat. Tomorrow is supposed to be a bit more comfortable and being home and not on the pavement with friends to talk with will make all the difference. See ya sweetie
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dichroic - 2010-07-25 01:07:30
One thing about not having been abused (at least in my experience) is that it's pretty much impossible to viscerally understand how someone we know is strong could have been so cowed that they thought the abuse was normal. I don't get it on a gut level either. I totally get it on an intellectual level - I've seen too many strong women in that position, and heard too many stories of abused children to make it possible for me to believe it. I know (I have it ground in practically every time I go online) that it is that very nonunderstanding at the gut level that defines me as one of the lucky ones. My guess is that Mick just hasn't seen it enough times to have it really ground in for him.
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poundheadhere - 2010-07-25 02:05:08
I lived a lot of the same things you did, sounds like. At one point my hands were broken open and bleeding, with deep crevasses between my fingers. The doctor told my parents in no uncertain terms that I wasn't to put my hands into water except after going to the bathroom. My mother's response was to buy me rubber gloves so I could keep doing the dishes, and letting me know just how much of a crime it was that she had to go to so much trouble.
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