Thank you for sharing your hurt feelings that go deep. I’m sorry this world can be so cruel. I appreciated reading your story. Thank you and I hope writing and exposing these two painful experiences help you heal. Misunderstandings happen with such regularity it’s hard to sort out. I think of Jesus, he didn’t stoop to clear up misunderstandings. Sometimes they hurt so bad, because people are missing seeing our beauty and our sensitive, loving nature. Such a life. Enjoy today!
Thank you for reading Jackie. Rest assured that I don't have the vulnerabilities I had as a child and as an adult I have the resources to ask "Whats the matter with them?" rather than having the barbs penetrate. And I AM enjoying today…beautiful where I live in my cottage in the woods in Northern California! Hope your day is wonderful as well.
Hey, thanks for the reassurance. I’m mourning a loss so with my heart wide open I just feel lots. Yes, we have adult resources and perspectives. We are all wounded in our own way in childhood not to dismiss or compare. Where you live is gorgeous. Thanks for sharing! I’ve visited a few times. I’m living in Central Oregon which is another beautiful state.
Ouch! And… horrible women. Sorry, but that’s awful behaviour. You might wanna dump them. And you’ll enjoy Elisabeth Strout’s latest, The Things We Don’t Say… all about the childhood resurfacings.
I'll check out Elisabeth Strout's latest. Thanks. Hope you are enjoying France with your daughter! Looks divine! I'm hankering for a Europe fix, but don't think I'll make it, certainly not in the immediate future! The U.S. is getting me down these days.
Your story is the story told by many of us who are sensitive. I belive we can trigger in multi-dimensions. The 10 year old Patsy remembers being left out and forgotten, and the same 10 year old Patsy remembers being included, a piano virtuoso. Thankfully both, and neither, are you Patricia today; a talented psychologist-author, who plays piano strikingly brilliantly, has friendships around the world and is a true inspiration to women of all ages. Bravo my friend ❤️
Screen memories, such an interesting concept right. Sigmund, a bit of a screen memory himself, was right in that something of the emotional center may be difficult for us to grasp and it contributes to the vibrancy of the event remembered. As you convey, Dads not always the best at being perceptually kind and giving in regard to mutuality.
So what I will say is thank you for inviting us in and sharing a bit of your life, the kind that lives below the surface of ordinary living, with us. I'm always fascinated with what another therapist does with their own unkind moments in life. Of course, I'm fascinated in general with this but we don't always hear behind the curtain of the therapist's chair.
All to say, and here is my own defense in relation to what you wrote about/screen type of memory, I'm looking forward to the next installment. Meaning, good lord I want another installment with a happier ending. Though I do love the thought of you hunkering down in your cottage in the woods and throwing your own party with the woodland animals.
Alas, my belief is that we have our childhood…then we spend the rest of our lives healing from it. But even with all that therapy and analysis and navel-gazing, every now and then I get poked and I have to exclaim "There it is again!" Fortunately, it's a poke and not a stab, and that's one of the gifts of age and introspection. Actually, I'm living my happy ending (just as my body is falling apart after 87 years of good living!). Thanks for reading Bronce and warm regards to you.
I agree - I'm just trying to lean in a bit more to the good stuff of childhood. I've had plenty enough pain for one lifetime but I get we don't always get to pick and choose so easily. Still, nice to year you are living parts of that happy ending.
Thank you for sharing your hurt feelings that go deep. I’m sorry this world can be so cruel. I appreciated reading your story. Thank you and I hope writing and exposing these two painful experiences help you heal. Misunderstandings happen with such regularity it’s hard to sort out. I think of Jesus, he didn’t stoop to clear up misunderstandings. Sometimes they hurt so bad, because people are missing seeing our beauty and our sensitive, loving nature. Such a life. Enjoy today!
Thank you for reading Jackie. Rest assured that I don't have the vulnerabilities I had as a child and as an adult I have the resources to ask "Whats the matter with them?" rather than having the barbs penetrate. And I AM enjoying today…beautiful where I live in my cottage in the woods in Northern California! Hope your day is wonderful as well.
Hey, thanks for the reassurance. I’m mourning a loss so with my heart wide open I just feel lots. Yes, we have adult resources and perspectives. We are all wounded in our own way in childhood not to dismiss or compare. Where you live is gorgeous. Thanks for sharing! I’ve visited a few times. I’m living in Central Oregon which is another beautiful state.
Ouch! And… horrible women. Sorry, but that’s awful behaviour. You might wanna dump them. And you’ll enjoy Elisabeth Strout’s latest, The Things We Don’t Say… all about the childhood resurfacings.
I'll check out Elisabeth Strout's latest. Thanks. Hope you are enjoying France with your daughter! Looks divine! I'm hankering for a Europe fix, but don't think I'll make it, certainly not in the immediate future! The U.S. is getting me down these days.
Your story is the story told by many of us who are sensitive. I belive we can trigger in multi-dimensions. The 10 year old Patsy remembers being left out and forgotten, and the same 10 year old Patsy remembers being included, a piano virtuoso. Thankfully both, and neither, are you Patricia today; a talented psychologist-author, who plays piano strikingly brilliantly, has friendships around the world and is a true inspiration to women of all ages. Bravo my friend ❤️
Thank you for your kind words Fran!
Screen memories, such an interesting concept right. Sigmund, a bit of a screen memory himself, was right in that something of the emotional center may be difficult for us to grasp and it contributes to the vibrancy of the event remembered. As you convey, Dads not always the best at being perceptually kind and giving in regard to mutuality.
So what I will say is thank you for inviting us in and sharing a bit of your life, the kind that lives below the surface of ordinary living, with us. I'm always fascinated with what another therapist does with their own unkind moments in life. Of course, I'm fascinated in general with this but we don't always hear behind the curtain of the therapist's chair.
All to say, and here is my own defense in relation to what you wrote about/screen type of memory, I'm looking forward to the next installment. Meaning, good lord I want another installment with a happier ending. Though I do love the thought of you hunkering down in your cottage in the woods and throwing your own party with the woodland animals.
Alas, my belief is that we have our childhood…then we spend the rest of our lives healing from it. But even with all that therapy and analysis and navel-gazing, every now and then I get poked and I have to exclaim "There it is again!" Fortunately, it's a poke and not a stab, and that's one of the gifts of age and introspection. Actually, I'm living my happy ending (just as my body is falling apart after 87 years of good living!). Thanks for reading Bronce and warm regards to you.
I agree - I'm just trying to lean in a bit more to the good stuff of childhood. I've had plenty enough pain for one lifetime but I get we don't always get to pick and choose so easily. Still, nice to year you are living parts of that happy ending.