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    Dear Peter:

    Thank you for taking the time to share this with me. The heart of the message you quoted is that even when someone lacked nurturing, love, or emotional stability from a mother figure, they can still thrive and heal. The soul is resilient, capable of surviving and even flourishing despite hardship.

    This idea connects closely to something you wrote in another thread about The Dispossessed: “‘We suffer not enough’… to take the leap of Transformation or is that Transcendence”.

    From what I’m gathering, suffering can be transformative, leading to connection and purpose. It is not merely an obstacle but a passage toward deeper meaning.

    Transcendence, however, is not about suppressing suffering or pretending it doesn’t exist. It is about recognizing it, accepting it, and then stepping beyond its emotional weight.

    Pain may not disappear, but it can be redefined—it can serve a greater function rather than being seen as mere hardship. Transcendence happens when suffering is no longer something to endure but rather a doorway to wisdom and a fuller experience of life.

    I welcome this shift in perspective wholeheartedly. Thank you, Peter, for sharing and guiding this reflection.

    anita

    anita
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    Dear Alessa:

    I really appreciate the way you reflect on your experiences with clarity and honesty. It’s meaningful to see how you navigated your relationship with your mother, processed emotions in your own way, and found a path forward that works for you.

    I admire your ability to prioritize growth and goals while also remaining self-aware of the different perspectives within yourself. Trusting yourself isn’t simple when different parts of you pull in different directions, but the fact that you recognize this shows a deep understanding of your own mind.

    You wrote, “I don’t take my emotions too seriously. I lean towards goals.”- I think this means that when you experience strong emotions, you don’t let them completely consume you or drive your choices. Instead, you keep your attention on what you want to accomplish, ensuring that your emotions don’t derail your progress.

    I think that a major goal you want to accomplish is being a good mother, which I think you already accomplished, and I admire you for it!

    I mean, really, I admire you, Alessa ❤️!

    anita

    in reply to: Struggling to settle in new role #445739
    anita
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    Dear Tom:

    It’s good to hear from you! I’d love to reply more thoughtfully in the morning when I’m feeling more focused. Take care!

    anita

    in reply to: Why Telling Survivors to ‘Get Over It’ Is Harmful #445738
    anita
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    Dear Peter:

    I was hoping to hear back from you 😊.

    “You are absolutely right that telling someone to ‘get over it’ is almost always harmful. Yet the concept of ‘getting over,’ ‘moving on,’ and letting go are valid practices in dealing with something you can’t change.”-

    First, thank you for recognizing how harmful it can be when someone is told to “get over it”—it truly means a lot to feel validated.

    Second, I appreciate how you balanced that perspective, acknowledging that letting go can still be a meaningful practice. The distinction you made is important, and it’s given me a lot to think about.

    I’ll share more of my thoughts in the morning.

    anita

    in reply to: The After (Math) #445735
    anita
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    Dear Laven:

    I noticed the original posts in all the threads since 2013, all have disappeared 😞. Must be some technical problem. I hope that you copied all your original posts in your own records..?

    I hope the original posts return. I know nothing about computer and website technology..

    anita

    in reply to: Why Telling Survivors to ‘Get Over It’ Is Harmful #445734
    anita
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    Little girl anita is a good, loving girl, innocent and optimistic, still trying to make mother love her. Trying and trying throughout youth and all the way to the other side of youth.

    * I love you, little girl anita. You are the very best person in the world! Together we can move on from the tragedy of the past, the series of tragedies.

    And we know that there are so many lost children, lost like we were. Let’s help them too!

    Little girl anita: But some of them want to hurt me when I don’t expect it!

    * We won’t let them. I am here for you. I am the mother you always needed and wanted. No need to look anywhere else.

    .. This makes other people not so dangerous.. not so powerful. It’s no longer a little girl, scared and alone, looking up for a grown up out there to take care of her. The grown up is here, within. It is me.

    I will protect you, little girl. I promise.

    anita

    in reply to: Why Telling Survivors to ‘Get Over It’ Is Harmful #445733
    anita
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    I just realized following the above post, that I never stopped trying to reach my mother, to make her change her mind about me. To make her think well of me. Only I’ve been doing it by proxy of others who resemble her in disliking me, disapproving of me, thinking badly of me, or just misunderstanding me.

    It’s amazing. I didn’t know.

    Giving strangers (people who don’t really care about me) so much power!

    It’s the little girl in me still wanting, still needing a mother, a grownup to love me. A little girl who is older by far than the “mothers” I am chasing for approval, for recognition, Ha!

    anita

    in reply to: Why Telling Survivors to ‘Get Over It’ Is Harmful #445732
    anita
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    Mid-day Stream of Consciousness Writing (whatever comes to mind):

    It’s about undoing the silence imposed on me.

    I don’t mean a calm silence, I mean a turbulent silence, feeling tornadoes raging within me (my childhood experience) and saying nothing because no one is there to listen, and someone there to criticize and attack me for any word I might say “wrong”. It wasn’t safe to talk, to express.

    Here, now: I talk, I express and it’s liberating!

    It saddens me that there are people I care about whom I cannot reach. I need to give up the hope of reaching the unreachable, at the least- unreachable by me.

    Goodbye unreachable people. I hope you thrive in relationships with people who can reach you in positive ways.

    As far as my No 1 Unreachable Person, my mother, unreachable way before I was born to her- no one can or could have reached her. Her notion that she was the Victim and I- among many others- her Victimizer, was unshakeable. I remember her beating me, taking a break, looking at her hands and saying: “Look what you did to me! You made my hands hurt!”

    To be clear, she was beating me, not the other way around. And she was beating me not because I assaulted her first in words or action.

    I couldn’t reach her although I tried in so many ways, for decades after that one memorable beating. It just couldn’t be done.

    “Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change”- the things and the people I cannot change. Stop Trying. All it does is keeping me hurt and angry, waiting to be liked and approved of by people who won’t.

    anita

    in reply to: Moving on from the past break up #445726
    anita
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    Dear Clara:

    I want to share what I understand personally about anxious-avoidant attachment—it’s about needing closeness yet fearing it at the same time.

    In the explanation that follows, I’ll be repeating myself—expressing the same idea in different ways—because I believe that approach helps deepen understanding.

    As children, we learned to associate love with abuse, because the two became intertwined. Maybe a parent was sometimes affectionate or took care of us—it felt good. But at other times, they were neglectful or abusive—it felt bad. Or perhaps a parent was consistently neglectful or abusive, and we learned to associate the love we offered them with the pain we received in return.

    This confusion stays with us—it makes intimacy feel both comforting and dangerous, leaving us caught between longing and fear.

    Anxious-avoidant attachment is a complex dynamic where a person craves intimacy but simultaneously fears it.

    When a child’s love for a parent was met with rejection, manipulation, or abuse, the child learns that attachment comes with risk. If caregivers were both the source of comfort and distress, the child develops conflicting emotional responses—longing for closeness but associating it with harm.

    How this attachment manifests in relationships:

    1) Seeking love but pushing it away – Feeling drawn to deep connection but panicking when it gets too close.

    2) Hypervigilance – Constantly scanning for signs of rejection or betrayal, sometimes even expecting abandonment before it happens.

    3) Difficulty trusting – Wanting to believe in love but struggling with deep-seated fears that it will turn into harm.

    4) Emotional highs and lows – Shifting between intense attachment and sudden withdrawal, often in response to perceived emotional risks.

    In my case, I don’t remember feeling love or closeness with my mother—who, in practice, was a single parent—when I was a child. Not a single memory of feeling safe with her, close to her, or experiencing true emotional togetherness.

    Only in the last few years have I been able to feel the love I had for her back then. As a child, I must have repressed it, which is why I wasn’t aware of it at the time. I believe I did so because of the pain she caused me—the severe guilt-trips, the relentless shaming episodes. To protect myself, I shut down, closed in.

    I do remember moments when she expressed affection, when she cooked for me—tasty, healthy meals—or bought me toys and treats with her hard-earned money. But I never truly relaxed into those gestures, never felt comforted, because the pattern was always the same. A guilting or shaming episode had already happened, and another was always on the way. Sometimes, it happened right in the middle of a meal.

    It was always guilt, always shame—a constant cycle. You can’t feel love for someone who does that to you. Not while they’re doing it, and not when they pause, only to resume again.

    Fast forward to interactions with others—unlike with my mother, I sometimes perceived affection and allowed myself to relax into it. I remember those moments. But within hours, I would “wake up” from the warmth and suddenly see the person differently—as if they were a stranger.

    Sometimes, it felt like they had completely changed—cold, distant, unfamiliar.

    Looking back, I think the need for closeness would take over for a time, but self-protection would always return. Fear of harm, of hurt repeating itself, would creep in. So I would close in again—dissociating, disconnecting, choosing not to feel as a way to avoid being hurt.

    I believe that the first time you shared about your childhood, Clara, was on July 2, 2016. There you shared that you grew up timid and fearful of social interactions, experiencing anxiety when engaging with unfamiliar adults. You resented boundary violations, particularly when your uncle hugged you without your consent and your parents failed to protect you from such intrusions.

    Your mother was emotionally present, but not protective—allowing boundary violations to happen to you without stepping in. Your father was rigid and harsh, obsessing over small details, punishing mistakes, and even resorting to physical discipline with your brother. He was controlling, making demands you felt powerless to refuse.

    A deep sense of betrayal emerged when your mother entered the bathroom while you showered, exposing you to your uncle. You felt violated but were too timid to voice your feelings or confront the situation. This moment symbolized the larger theme of your privacy being repeatedly disregarded.

    Connecting this share to anxious-avoidant attachment in romantic relationships- your childhood experiences set the foundation for anxious-avoidant attachment, where you crave closeness but fears it at the same time, particularly the boundary violations in childhood made you associate intimacy with intrusion, leading to discomfort when relationships get too close.

    Your father’s harshness and control likely instilled fear of emotional closeness, and your mother’s lack of guidance left you unsure how to establish healthy relationship expectations, leading to confusion about what is acceptable and what is not.

    How to move forward, or keep moving forward –

    1. Recognizing that love can be safe: your past has taught you to associate love with intrusion, unpredictability, and emotional intensity, but healthy love is different. Love can be steady, gentle, and free of control—and you deserve that kind of love.

    2. Honoring your need for boundaries: continue to practice identifying and enforcing boundaries without guilt. If something makes you uncomfortable, you don’t have to justify your feelings—they are valid.

    3. Continue to set small boundaries first (declining unnecessary favors, expressing preferences) to build confidence in your ability to protect yourself.

    Learning to self-regulate when fear creeps in: when you feel yourself pulling away from closeness out of fear, pause and ask: “Am I protecting myself from real harm, or am I reacting to an old wound?”

    Give yourself time to process before withdrawing—sometimes, your instinct to push someone away is just fear trying to shield you from something that isn’t actually dangerous.

    Practice grounding techniques (breathing exercises, journaling) to self-soothe instead of emotionally shutting down.

    4. Building relationships that feel emotionally safe: choose people who respect your boundaries, validate your emotions, and make you feel seen.

    Watch for patterns—someone who pushes you to be more open faster than you’re ready for might not be safe for your healing.

    Seek relationships with consistency and kindness, where love is not a guessing game.

    5. Releasing self-blame & practicing self-compassion: your past was not your fault. You didn’t choose neglect, boundary violations, or emotional instability.

    Allow yourself to grieve for the childhood you needed but didn’t get—this is part of healing.

    Speak to yourself with the same kindness and understanding you would offer a friend.

    6. Expressing your Needs without fear: you deserve to have needs.

    You are not “too much” for wanting emotional security.

    Practice expressing your thoughts with people you trust—sharing doesn’t always mean conflict, and your feelings matter.

    Keep moving forward at your own pace, Clara, and know that there is room for love that feels safe, steady, and freeing in your future. 💙

    anita

    in reply to: Struggling to settle in new role #445725
    anita
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    You are welcome, Tom. Looking forward to your thoughts 😊

    anita

    anita
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    Dear Adalie:

    About love— I want to encourage you with this: The right person will cherish you for who you are, whether shy or bold. They won’t ask you to change but will inspire you to express more of who you already are.

    Hold your head high. You deserve a connection that’s real, with someone who sees and values you fully. 💙

    anita

    in reply to: Why Telling Survivors to ‘Get Over It’ Is Harmful #445714
    anita
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    A Life Unlived

    She placed the weight upon my skin,
    A burden woven deep within.
    Shame and guilt—a tether tight,
    Stealing breath, dimming light.

    Each step forward overshadowed, overtaken by the past,
    Whispers telling me no progress will last.
    Dreams confined, a silent plea,
    A life unlived, yet longing free.

    Yet somewhere deep beyond the haze,
    A voice still flickers through the maze.
    Not in chains, nor bound by night,
    But reaching out—demanding… what?

    – To be continued.

    anita

    in reply to: Why Telling Survivors to ‘Get Over It’ Is Harmful #445711
    anita
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    Peter—do we share this in common? A Life Unlived? (Of course, no pressure to answer.)

    Others—do we share this in common? Living too little because truly living was inconvenient for someone close, yet somehow distant?

    It amazes me how people hurt people—with no real benefit, no lasting gain. Just a fleeting moment of satisfaction in seeing someone else suffer.

    Sometimes I wonder: Is sadism, in its subtler forms—not the exaggerated, villainous kind we see in movies—actually a part of everyday life? Is it business as usual?

    And I can’t help but ask— Is telling someone “Get over it” when they are hurting and deserving of empathy a subtle form of sadism?

    anita

    in reply to: Why Telling Survivors to ‘Get Over It’ Is Harmful #445710
    anita
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    I am not getting Over it. I am going through it.

    in reply to: Why Telling Survivors to ‘Get Over It’ Is Harmful #445709
    anita
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    It is working for me, it is healing me, these stream of consciousness writings in the evenings.

    – Trigger Warning; Insanity, Abuse.

    I remember very well saying to myself when I was in my late teens or early 20s, that if I get to live one day without guilt, then my life would be worth it.

    The guilt I referred to was the guilt over destroying my mother’s life. I was sure that I did because she told me so, she showed me so- crying and wailing and complaining histrionically, endlessly, about how I hurt her. She showed me her wrists that one time, or maybe more than one time, telling me that’s where she’d cut herself and bleed to death.. because of me.

    I remember very well walking with her on the street and her threatening to jump in front of a truck and get herself killed.. because of me, because I said something wrong.

    Fast forward to today, I understand that I was not guilty after all, no matter how many times she told me that I was.

    It feels good, a relief, a huge burden off me.

    I wish she didn’t guilt-trip me, and doing so massively, frequently, heavily. My life would have been so much better for it.

    Oh, the shame too. If she didn’t shame me so thoroughly.. my life would have been so much better for it.

    Shackled by shame and guilt didn’t make for a good life.

    It’s a lot of loss, lots of life unlived. Life others lived. Not me.

    It’s hard for me still to believe that my own mother had it in her to knowingly hurt me and enjoy it- that mild but undeniable smile on her face after she shot some especially spicy shaming words at me.

    And yet, I loved her all along.

    This is My Truth, My Story.

    I am not Get Over it. I am going through it.

    anita

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