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  • #454908
    anita
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    Dear Alessa:

    I am glad Bogart made it through the surgery, yet it’s difficult to watch him being so uncomfortable with his “cone of shame”. He bumps into things and his head is often low.

    He was hungry enough to eat 2 bowls of kibble (I was told to give him no human food).

    He’s not acting like himself, the Anastasia is part of it and still need to give him pain killers.

    I asked again and again if this surgery was necessary. I miss his usual self.

    Told he has to keep the cone of shame for 10 days, Tues (today, Feb 3)- Friday (Feb 13), such a long time.

    😟 Anita

    #454909
    anita
    Participant

    Finally he is lying on his dog bed (I removed more fuzz from his mouth before he settled down(after being taken out to pee which he did 😉, so I am hopeful we can.. all get along tonight.

    Bogart just opened his eyes 👀 lying on his dog bed. 🐕, so plan is to proceed to human bed with Bogart because I’m definitely not going to leave him alone following surgery. I will share my bed 🛌 with Bogart + Cone

    He’s adorable 😍

    😍 🐕🌙 Anita

    #454923
    Alessa
    Participant

    Dear Anita

    How are you doing? How is Bogart after his surgery? 🤍

    I imagine he’s feeling a bit sorry for himself with his cone. My boy hated them. 🤍

    That was very kind of the vet to clean his ears and trim his nails at the same time! 😊

    Thanks so much! My boy is sick again. One of the other mums suggested that he might have asthma. Apparently that can be a reason why that they can get sick so frequently, especially during winter. Nothing too bad so far. His friend seems to have picked it up too and he was okay. So hopefully this is an easier one. 🤍

    #454935
    anita
    Participant

    Dear Alessa:

    I am sorry to read your boy is sick again 😞 and that he may have asthma. Is asthma genetic (I am using my phone, so I can’t look it up)?

    I’ve been feeling uncomfortable for a while, physically, hoping to feel better eating yogurt rich with antibiotics.

    Bogart is doing so much better! His energy level is back and although he doesn’t like the cone of shame (who would 🤔?), he’s better adjusted to it.

    I think it’s more difficult for beagles to wear the cone than other dogs because they’re led by their noses?

    I am glad 😊 that your son has a friend (or friends) and that you communicate with other mums.

    I hope you and your son are sleeping 😴 💤 restfully at this time 🤍🙏

    🤍 🤍 Anita

    #454936
    anita
    Participant

    * rich with probiotics 🙂

    #455011
    Alessa
    Participant

    Dear Anita

    Sorry for the delay. I did write a reply yesterday, but I lost it when I tried to submit it. Sadly, I just gave up. 😔 🤍

    I’m so glad to hear that Bogart is feeling more like his usual self! I hope that yogurt helps you to feel better soon. 🤍

    Thank you! It’s not been a difficult illness for him thankfully. He’s getting better now.

    I have it, it’s not great breathing wise for me at the moment. I think with the last virus being tough on my lungs they haven’t fully recovered yet. I just looked it up, apparently it can be genetic and in children it is usually allergy related. I didn’t know that.

    Thanks, it helps to be in touch with kind people who are going through the same thing and it is important to try and socialise my son, so he can learn how to interact with others.

    I think my friends are going to be going through so much more than me. One just had a second baby and the other has twins on the way. 🤍

    #455012
    Alessa
    Participant

    Hi Everyone

    I have been having difficulties with PTSD recently. 🩵

    I’ve always struggled with insecurity because of my childhood. Feeling like I’m going to be rejected by people.

    I have been thinking about my biological mother too. I still find myself empathising with her difficulties as a parent.

    I hated her pretty openly growing up. I didn’t say it. But it was still clear.

    It must be really hard raising a kid who hates you. I know as a parent, I hope that my son won’t hate me when he grows up.

    I also brought home random animals all the time because it made me feel better.

    She might not have been a good mother. But she kept us alive. In itself, that is not always easy.

    She made sure that we had the essentials (except for food). I don’t know how she managed considering the budget she was on.

    She was a young alcoholic with severe mental health problems. The abuse was very traumatic. All in all she may have tried her best.

    Lots of people say mean things when they are angry.

    A third of people who experience trauma go on to become abusers themselves.

    A fifth of autists are violent as part of their symptoms. And here beating your kids wasn’t even banned until 2020. They had to do it in stages over decades. Violence was a part of life for a lot of people.

    She would sometimes buy us ice cream in summer. A cheap one at home. Or at the ice cream shop as a special treat. After getting teeth removed at the dentist we got sweets.

    And sometimes we would go to cheap restaurants during the lunch special.

    It is very complicated… The terror, pain and trauma I felt at her hands was real. It is enough to stay away forever.

    In some way, some part of her must have cared though. In a twisted way. Not knowing how to care properly.

    When I left, she tried to buy me back with stuff. I could get a computer or a saxophone. She stalked me for years.

    I loved her as children do, all whilst hating her.

    I am lucky that I got help and that the times are changing. That I can break the cycle. 🩵

    #455013
    Alessa
    Participant

    It wasn’t my fault that I wasn’t taught things like understanding other people. Or that I’m autistic. It wasn’t my fault for being sensitive.

    It wasn’t my fault that her life was difficult. Life is just like that sometimes. You take the good with the bad. Try to make more of the good, of course.

    I’m thankful that I had some nice experiences that I got to carry through my life and share with my son.

    I really did try my best. To help at home, to take care of my brother, my mum and the dog.

    I tried my best, but I wasn’t a grown up. It was too much for me. And the abuse was too much for anyone. So I guess it was natural to hate her. That is the situation I was put in with a mother that struggled to exist. I didn’t understand why she said and did the things she did. I was a kid, she blamed me. As people do when they are in difficult situations, blame the person in front of them. But I was a child so I just went okay well it must be true. I was a bit of an arse sometimes. That is what happens when your parent is an arse. It rubs off. I still tried my best. Even though I wasn’t and am not perfect, I’m still good enough. Always have been.

    If things were different, it would have been a lot easier. Some families are lucky to be in better situations. I’m lucky to be in a better situation as a parent. I’m really trying my best.

    Being an older parent I’m lucky. I feel like I wasn’t ready or mature enough when I was younger.

    Sometimes she played board games with us. Sometimes we climbed mountains with the church.

    I spent so long, angry at her for how much she hurt us. I spent so long trapped in those traumatic and difficult memories. Unable to think of anything else.

    I don’t want to be angry anymore. I get angry with other people because I am angry at her. I don’t want it to touch other parts of my life.

    I’m here for you always. No matter what. Anything you need I’m here for you.

    It’s okay to be angry. It tells you when boundaries are crossed. You were hurt so much.

    In a way, she taught me what not to do as a parent.

    Anger can make sure it will never happen again.

    It can’t happen again. I’m not a child anymore. Anger doesn’t keep us safe. The lessons from our experiences do.

    I’m so sorry that she did those things to you. It must have been so hard and scary. I’m sorry that I wasn’t there to protect you. But I am now. It’s okay to be angry. It’s okay to cry. Let it out.

    Sometimes anger can make things worse.

    Yes, but even so. It is good to accept emotions. To be accepted. It is not healthy to shut a part of ourselves away forever. So be angry for as long as you need to be.

    Anger and anxiety go hand in hand. She cannot hurt you anymore. You’re safe with me. You’re allowed to feel. I accept all of you. 🩵

    It’s hard to feel complete when I’m always changing.

    Complete or not, I think you’re doing a good job. Uncertainty is hard.

    I’m always afraid of becoming her. She told me I would.

    Did you hear your baby laugh today? Did you see him smile?

    I’m glad he’s happy. He’s safe. I keep him safe. In keeping him safe, I keep myself safe. Why don’t I feel safe even when I am?

    History. Biology.

    You’re safe. You should get some sleep. You are safe. I’ll take care of you and watch you sleep. 🩵

    Mummy I want to go home. You are home. You’re safe and loved. 🫂

    #455016
    anita
    Participant

    Dear Alessa:

    I just lost the whole message I sent you 😔 .

    I said, in the message: no, it was NOT your fault.

    Yes, you did try your best, and you did your very 👌 best.

    You are a good person, Alessa. You’re the best person.

    I also shared that Bogart did very well at the taproom tonight, off his cone (will put it back for the night, don’t want him chewing on the stitches), but he was so affectionate with people and with big Obi One (who weighs as much as I do, a GIANT dog), he just made me proud.

    Thank you, Alessa, for helping me a good-enough dog-mom. Bogart says thank you, Alessa!

    I will post more tomorrow.

    🤍💤✨️😴 Anit

    #455018
    Alessa
    Participant

    Dear Anita

    I hate when that happens! 🤍

    I keep saying it, but your instincts are good as a dog mom. I don’t tell you everything and let you figure things out by yourself. You are very capable. You don’t need me to help you. 🤍

    It sounds like he is really settling into his new life. You make him feel really safe. That is why he can be so affectionate even with big dogs. 🤍

    You’re doing really well handling the cone!

    Thanks so much for everything! 🤍

    #455023
    anita
    Participant

    Dear Alessa:

    Thank you 🙏 for your support and encouragement in regard to Bogart.

    Indeed, he feels safe with me 🩵 🤍 🫂 🌿 ✨

    Neither you nor me, Alessa, felt safe with our mothers 😔

    I very much relate to what you shared in your 2 posts yesterday 🩵 🙏 🤍

    The way you’re able to hold both truths- the real abuse you lived through and the small moments of care that existed alongside the abuse- shows a lot of strength and clarity. It took me ages to arrive at this clarity:

    No parent is only abusive because human beings aren’t 2- dimensional monsters, like those depicted in cartoons. Even the most abusive parents have moments of softness, normalcy, or generosity. Those moments complicate the emotional healing for the abused because kind moments don’t cancel the harm- they just make the child confused.

    Buying a child ice cream after a frightening outburst or a period of neglect (following a moment of parental warmth, a flash of guilt, or a brief attempt at normalcy) and then repeating the abuse again and again- this is not love- because love is consistent, predictable and safe.

    Moments of kindness within a pattern of abuse- that’s Intermittent Kindness- which is part of the abuse cycle because it causes the abused confusion, guilt and difficulty emotionally separating from the parent in adulthood.

    If a parent was cruel 100% of the time, it would be easier to leave, easier to hate, easier to heal.

    When a child grows up in chaos, even tiny gestures — ice cream, a treat, a rare smile — become disproportionately meaningful. They become emotional lifelines. Those moments don’t mean the parent was safe. They mean the child was desperate for something to hold onto.

    When the same mother who terrifies a child is also kind at times, the child thinks ‘Maybe she’s not that bad.’ ‘Maybe I’m the problem.’, Maybe if I behave better, I’ll get the good version of her.”- this is how a trauma bond forms, that is, the intense emotional attachment between a person and someone who is both a source of harm and a source of comfort.

    Trauma bonds form because of intermittent reinforcement/ intermittent kindness. Unpredictable, infrequent positive rewards create the strongest attachment.

    It’s powerful to see, Alessa, how you’re naming things that were never your fault, and giving your son the safety you didn’t get. The compassion you’re offering your younger self, and the awareness you have of your emotions now, really stand out. It takes strength to look at all of that like you do.

    Your posts are proof (!) that you didn’t become her.

    They show that you’re doing the opposite of her: you are reflecting, taking responsibility, and you’re parenting with intention.

    You’re trying to understand and process your emotions instead of dumping them on your child (which is what my mother did: blaming me for her stress, accusing me of hurting her, etc.)

    Thanks so much for everything that you are, Alessa 🤍

    You are home. You’re safe and loved. 🫂

    🤍 Anita

    #455075
    Alessa
    Participant

    Dear Anita

    Thanks so much for your kindness! 🤍

    I guess for me, it didn’t confuse me as a child. As an adult, it’s more confusing now. The confusing part is how to hold empathy for her and myself at the same time. The child in me gets angry thinking about it.

    I’m sorry it was difficult for you too Anita. Life is hard sometimes. I’m glad that you’re free of it now and in a gentler place with your sweet Bogart. 🤍 🫂

    I guess, I feel like most children are generally attached to their parents no matter the circumstances. It is just a strong bond in general. But healthy parents encourage their children to build their own lives and obviously try their best to help their kids.

    I think it’s a problem blaming kids. Even the light stuff they don’t really understand. How could they? Being a parent is stressful. Everyone is tired and sick way too often. There is way too much to do and not enough time to do it. Children take forever to do everything, just want to have fun and have everything on their terms. The two lifestyles don’t really mix.

    Adults say hurtful things to each other sometimes and can work through it. But a child takes it on board. So it’s really important to be careful because children can feel hurt. And as a parent you never really know what is going to hurt them. I guess except for the obvious stuff which society now warns people about.

    Thank you I’m really trying my best! 🤍

    #455076
    Alessa
    Participant

    On the one hand, a broke, traumatised, mentally ill teenager having children. Completely alone.

    On the other, the abused children of unfit parents. Completely alone.

    The story writes itself.

    You didn’t deserve everything you went through. With all of the abuse, good moments few and far between don’t make up for it. They just were.

    What happened to you was not okay. It makes me angry thinking about it. You deserved to be protected. Instead, she hurt you… a lot. Over and over again.

    Maybe I shouldn’t empathise with her because of what she did?

    It’s okay. 🥺 I loved her and hated her. I just didn’t want to be hurt, so I left.

    I’m still angry about what happened. Anyone would be.

    It’s been a long time. Half of my life. My life is full. It feels far away.

    But you still feel it, in your body. It could be worse. In your life. I wouldn’t be where I am today without it.

    Maybe next time. I can be angry and thankful. 🙏 🩵

    #455080
    anita
    Participant

    Dear Alessa:

    You are very welcome and thank you for your empathy and kindness 😊

    Yesterday, on my walk with Bogart, after submitting the long message to you in this thread, I planned on writing more to you about a victim’s empathy for his/ her perpetrator of abuse, a topic you brought again today.

    Imagine, Alessa, a court trial where a person is judged to have severely abused a child and then empathy is expressed in the courthouse- in the presence of the child- for both the perpetrator and the child.

    That would be so wrong. In the context of abuse, it is the victim alone who deserves empathy. The perpetrator deserves none.

    The perpetrator deserves empathy for the time before and separated from the abuse, a time when he or she was truly a victim.

    And so, I do feel empathy for my mother in regard to the times she was a victim, before she abused me and others, but I don’t dwell on it because I have been her victim for many years.

    In the context of me and her, I am the one who deserves empathy, not her.

    I too feel the abuse in my body every hour of every day in the form of somatic tension, holding my breath and tics, both motor and vocal. So, you see, I am not free from her abuse. Freer than before, but not free.

    I deserve my own empathy. The perpetrator does not deserve my empathy.

    I hope that other people who have not been her victims 🙏 have empathy for her. I pray for her to experience as little physical and mental pain as possible.

    I was focused on her most of my life, like you, I loved her and hated her at the same time. And I felt so much empathy for her, I often drowned in it. Empathy for her hindered my healing.

    And so, whenever I feel empathy for her, I don’t fight it, on one hand, but I avoid drowning in it by redirecting my empathy from going her wat to going my way.

    In the context of my mother and me, neither her nor me felt empathy for me. Time to change that 😌

    🤍🙏✨️ Anita

    #455145
    Thomas168
    Participant

    From the song a whiter shade of pale.

    Skipped the light Fandango
    Turned cartwheels cross the floor
    I was feeling kinda seasick
    The crowd called out for more.
    The room was humming harder.
    As the ceiling flew away.
    When we called out for another drink,
    the waiter brought a tray.
    And so it was that later,
    As the miller told his tale.
    That her face at first just ghostly,
    Turned a whiter shade of pale,
    She said there is no reason,
    And the truth is plain to see.
    That I wandered thru my playing cards.
    And would not let her be.
    One of sixteen vestal virgins.
    Who were leaving for the coast.
    And although my eyes were open,
    they might have well have been closed.

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