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anitaParticipantHey Peter:
What a pleasant surprise, I don’t remember you posting on a Sunday, at least not since you said you prefer to be away from tb on weekends β¨οΈ
I’m on my π± so I have no access to my intelligence (Copilot) So, I am scrolling up, reading a part of what you wrote, then scrolling down, responding and scrolling up again.
You said your goal was Clarity, not Comfort.. Isn’t there comfort in clarity? For me, Confusion=> Distress. Clarity=> Comfort.
“The bridge… to stop talking past each other”- I would like that very much.
I wonder if I talked past you right above. It’s so difficult to leave my frame long enough to understand another’s. Like for me, clarity = emotional comfort. Can it be otherwise?
Your focus was on the Subject (the human); mine was on the Object (AI), so we talked passed each other, had two different conversations.
I bet that happens a whole lot in human interactions. And Jungian psychology is about bridging that gap?
And rigid, exagerrated metaphors are the vehicles that drive people apart, talking passed each other to the point of violence and war?
The π‘ idea of Metaphor Rehabilitation Centers (MRCs), all over the π comes to mind. Or seminars (MRSs).. conducted by Peter?
I couldn’t follow some of what I read. This is why I ask Copilot to rephrase things for me “in the simplest language” (no access to it now).
Scrolling up- yes, no doubt in my mind, Peter, that your IQ is superior to mine and I get lost trying to understand what is clear to you.
“What I’ve learned is a perfectly amoral mirror”- in my experience, morality is heavily built into Copilot. He sticks to its principles (not to diagnose, not to talk badly about people I complained about, etc.)
But I may be misunderstanding what you meant by “amoral”, or the context.
“AI will never be the one to hand us the π, it will only describe the lock π in increasingly ‘reasonable’ detail. The task of noticing remains, as always, entirely human.”-
The lock is on the doors leading into peace on earth? Non- violence, good mental health?
And the key or keys, human keys are.. within us, rehabilitating metaphors in our own speech.. is that it?
Thank you so much, Peter for thanking me in your first post today, and for all of your second post. I think I detect a π in the 2nd message, one that opens a πͺ to me seeing you, Peter, as more.. of a human being like me. Much more intelligent, yes, but one with a heart, someone warm and kind and caring π
(I hope this is not too much..)
π πͺ π π‘ π€ Anita
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Hey π Confused:
It may feel weird, but it’s not weird: anyone with your exact experience (0-17) would experience internally what you’re experiencing.
You have a few memories before 17, but memories devoid of feelings, or no memories at all?
π€ Anita
anitaParticipantHey Tom:
I’m glad it blew over after a good night sleep β²οΈ
It’d be (or was by the time you read this message) your first day and first week at work and at the gym ποΈββοΈ as 40-year-old Tom. It may feel old to you, but you’re “just a pup” like an older friend of mine likes to say π
Perhaps take this prayer π with you everywhere you go this week: “.. Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference” (The Serenity Prayer).
May this be a serene week for you.
βοΈ ποΈββοΈ β¨οΈ Anita
anitaParticipantGood morning, Confused π
It makes sense that some parts of childhood feel far away when things were difficult β the mind does what it needs to do so a child can get through it. Sometimes that means memories feel far away or mutedβ itβs just how a young mind protects itself.
Like you, I donβt remember much from my childhood before adolescence either. A lot of it feels almost like I wasnβt really there. Sometimes the mind just softens things when theyβre too much for a child, like turning down the brightness on a screen, or lowering the volume on a loud noise. And that can mean remembering less, or feeling less, because that was the safest way to grow up.
You donβt have to force anything to come into focus, Confused Just take the day gently. Even a small smile is more than enough.
π Anita
anitaParticipantThe smiley face in my last post is TOO happy. Here’s a milder one π
It’s easier to smile just a bit than smile a whole lot.
Try to smile today just a little bit today, Confused; a tiny smile on a tiny buddha forum?
π Anita
anitaParticipantYou are welcome π Confused:
Our memories are so lacking, aren’t they? Most people remember the past as better than it was.
“I really wonder where it all started,” you wrote.
Perhaps it started in the parts of our childhoods that we forgot (the parts that didn’t forget us π)
What time β²οΈ is it in Greece (4:05 am?). It’s 7:05 pm here)
β²οΈπ Anita
anitaParticipantWill I ever read again from me? I hope you are well, and it will make my day to read from you again, here or in a new thread
π Anita
anitaParticipantDear πΊ (this is the strangest thing, the ale emoji showed up before I started typing your name, right after the “Dear”, the AI in here remembers I type your name after “dear”).
Let’s try again: Dear πΊ- now the Ale showed up after I started typing your name.
Anyway, Bogart was an angel π today on the snow-free, sometimes sunny walk, and it so happened that I thought about your earlier post in regard to my sister and it occurred to me (not for the first time, and I think I shared it with you before), that my sister looks European (father side’s, Romanian: small nose, light skin), and I look like my mother/ two of her sisters (big nose, darker skin; origin: Morocco, north Africa)- no resemblance between me and my sister.
It occurred to me that my mother projected her deep shame from childhood into the girl who looked like her.
She felt relief from her own shame when she externalized it and placed it in me during those endless shaming episodes.
Like you with your bio, my sister wasn’t spared, but clearly, growing up, she was not ashamed like me. She was much, much more confident- looking/ sounding, much more “normal”, actually, she was popular and social..
Until I left Israel and my mother FOCUSED on my sister, leading her to choices she wasn’t prepared to make. For some time, I felt guilty π for leaving the country and no longer being some kind of a buffer zone between my sister and mother by being my mother’s target.
* My sister has an old dog, and recently took in a cat. The dog was visibly uncomfortable. That cat chose to leave (street cats are a thing over there), and a new cat was brought in. The same dog licked this cat’s face. I had no idea such a thing could happen!
Congrats for opening your home to your new family member, how exciting! And I understand the anxiety.
Any kind of significant change makes me anxious π
I enjoy your dog π (and now π ) stories and accompanying emojis π
Oh, no, π³ π¬ π± I wouldn’t walk after sundown or even close to it because of the mountain lions around here, if not for the groups of coyotes.
Child abuse is a horrible thing π’ π and it happens everywhere. I read of one today, multiple child victims of sexual abuse by a 60-year-old having taken place in the “holly” city- Jerusalem.
About walking Bogart on ice- I would never, it’s an invitation to slip and fall. Luckily it’s warm so snow didn’t freeze like it did in previous years.
Thank you for your kind words, dear πΊ (here it is, just βοΈ), a pleasure π talking with you!
πβοΈπΊπ€ππβοΈπ Anita
anitaParticipantHey π Confused:
I went over what you were asking yesterday and today. Youβre asking whether the love you felt for this person can come back, or whether you have lost access to those feelings forever. You are worried that something inside you has shut down and wonβt turn back on, and it makes sense that youβd worry about that emptiness feeling permanent.
About anhedonia β it basically means not being able to feel pleasure or joy from things that normally feel good. But hereβs the thing: in my own life, I was depressed from such an early age that I didnβt really have a βnormalβ baseline of feeling good. There wasnβt a clear βbeforeβ for me.
What you’ve been describing, Confused β the numbness, the emptiness, the sense that your romantic feelings disappeared β that doesnβt mean anything is permanently damaged. Feelings can go quiet when the mind is overwhelmed, stressed, grieving, or stuck in loops. They can go dormant. They can hide. But thatβs not the same as being gone forever.
Your mind isnβt broken. Youβre not permanently shut down. Youβre going through something painful, and your system is protecting itself the only way it knows how. Thatβs reversible. People come back to themselves all the time, even after long periods of numbness.
And the fact that youβre asking these questions β that youβre noticing the difference between then and now β that already shows movement. It means youβre still connected to the part of you that cares, even if it feels far away right now.
Youβre not stuck in this state forever. Youβre just in a hard chapter, not the whole story π
β¨ π π« π π€ Anita
anitaParticipantDear Alessa:
Today is the special β¨οΈ day you were looking forward to π. How is this day for you?
Thank you for your words of hope ππ€π
I hear that there is no regime change and one is unlikely sad π
The π emoji- hilarious. I guess it really is the closest.
I am sorry that your mother made an example of your brother and that she beat the two of you π In a way, I wish that my mother made an example of me and spared my sister, but she shamed and beat her too.
Although she did not develop tics, she suffered from severe migraines and fainting: the “gifts” of abuse.
Yes, Bogart is my CPTSDCT (Complex PTSD Canine Therapy) except for yesterday. After more than a 4 km walk with him where he seemed triggered (pulling hard after days of great improvement) by his first snow βοΈ experience (he was born last summer and this winter here was the warmest in more than a decade, yesterday was first snow day)- getting close to home, tired of being pulled and wanting him to experience the freedom to run, I took the leash off him (I’ve done it before with positive results) and he ran off. Finally got him back, put him back on the leash, walked farther and thinking I passed that particular patch of road, I unleashed him again.
And that’s when all hell broke loose. He ended up in a very thorny, tall and dense field of blackberries. Many times I bled when accidently coming across a single shoot of blackberry.
Now, he was caught in the middle of literay thousands and was making disturbing bark sounds, such that I never heard him make before. In my mind, he was bleeding and calling for help.
Fast forward, what happened was that he got a strong scent of a rabit or rabbits π π π that make their home low under the blackberry mass (I actually saw one running away), and it being his first time ever by himself (unleashed) and after rabbits, he made the characteristic on-the-hunt-for-rabits sounds beagles make. Eventually, he agreed to show up outside the blackberries with no sign of injury.
I was beside myself for a long time yesterday and still processing.
So, his first snow and his first π hunt on his own. I am not going to take off his leash anytime soon and never close to that area.
βοΈπππ πππ€ Anita
anitaParticipantWow, Thomas!
I am moved by your vulnerable share. Thank you for trusting us with it!
The more you share about your innermost thoughts and feelings, the more I like you and the more flawless β¨οΈ you are in my view.
π Anita
anitaParticipantOh, and thank you for the congratulations, Lisa! Talking about unconditional love (as well as non- judgmental, non-contractual love- that’s Bogart π
anitaParticipantYou are very welcome, Tom. Sorry about the minor bicker. Does it feel minor to you?
I ask because a minor bicker can feel major, at least temporarily?
And welcome to the fourth decade of life
β¨οΈ Anita
anitaParticipantLisa:
You have a special, authentic way with words, “It’s a stupid, egotistical club that I am not allowed into”- powerful combination of words.
“Real love is unconditional”- I agree and I am only a beginner when it comes to making it a daily practice.
“I fight for authenticity and justice”- that sounds like a valuable and honorable fight.
Must be a difficult fight, is it?
β¨οΈ Anita
anitaParticipantHey Peter:
I asked Copilot what will make you feel better (because I care π):
(deleted the answer but copied it for my personal record)
I didn’t include it here because even though the answer is fascinating to me, it may make you feel intruded upon, here in a public forum, without me getting your permission to post it. I will, if you ask me π
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