tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168047058963833173.post7223957023258178665..comments2024-03-25T11:45:23.582-06:00Comments on AbbyNormal: I beg your pardon?Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05853360875281742784noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168047058963833173.post-87597387899513195332011-11-22T19:39:09.092-07:002011-11-22T19:39:09.092-07:00I suppose we're all created with safety mechan...I suppose we're all created with safety mechanisms - to keep us "somewhat" unaware of how bad and/or painful things are that we encounter in life. It's the hindsight that brings it to the surface.<br /><br />As the child of divorced parents, I suppose seeing things that led up to the divorse are the things that matured me, yet probably caused some harm too. I was between 9 and 11 during the separation and divorce.<br /><br />I tell my kids that whatever enters their brains - the images, etc. - never go away; that if they have any control over it, to do just that - control it.<br /><br />I'll have to go over to MissKris's blog.Anitahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08180243708565855383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168047058963833173.post-34847337404283712132011-11-17T12:19:56.864-07:002011-11-17T12:19:56.864-07:00When I was a kid I looked, and dressed like a boy....When I was a kid I looked, and dressed like a boy. I had short hair, but pierced ears. One day, when I was 12 I walked up to one of the salesladies at Woolworth's and asked her for the bathroom key. She paused..."Would that be for...the...ladies?" It was at that point that I knew it was time to embrace my feminine side and I let my mom buy me a flowered blouse that fall for school. It just suddenly mattered to me how people perceived me. Sigh. We had some creeps in our neighbourhood too. One man used to answer the door in a tube top - around his hips. Yuck.Rebecca S.https://www.blogger.com/profile/16409572371302109142noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168047058963833173.post-1283033713049175852011-11-16T22:26:15.563-07:002011-11-16T22:26:15.563-07:00Lawnmowers were always heavy.
Then one summer, I...Lawnmowers were always heavy. <br />Then one summer, I could push the lawnmower like it was nuthin'. <br />That winter, shoveling snow was nuthin', too.Guanonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168047058963833173.post-67319944785654361832011-11-16T18:51:23.511-07:002011-11-16T18:51:23.511-07:00I don't remember specific incidents, only a pa...I don't remember specific incidents, only a particular time frame. I remember being in 4th grade, around ten years old. I felt confident and carefree. I liked other kids and felt liked back. I didn't worry what other people thought of me. By the following school year, I had lost my sense of self-confidence and began to worry ... about everything. I think that was the start of it for me.terrihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12510457113017189354noreply@blogger.com