The advice about disrupting being nice and social norms is so spot on!!! Not only applicable to stalkers, even low-level other nuisances that impinge on women!
Oh I was traumatized when I fell in love with my h. After every time I saw him I’d huddle on my bed and listen to an affirmation tape sung to music. The music was like a jingle. I wore out the tape. But being in love yes! It’s great.
I don't know if I am writing to you about my earliest memory of existing or a favourite dream, but here goes... I remember and have dreamed many times about being a baby in a crib in our first family home...178 Goulais Ave. Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario... the room and crib are white. The woman who picks me up might be my mother, or a nurse, in any event she is wearing white nurse's shoes. She lifts me out of the crib and holds me in both hands...lovingly looking at me.
Oh my goddddd the fart- I’m so sorry. Why is being human so dehumanizing? Have you read that Samantha Irby essay about holding in bowel turmoil during a car ride? One of my faves.
oh, how i loved these questions and answers. my first memory of existing was similarly in restraints — i was in my crib, which i soon learned to quietly escape from, first to crawl in with my parents, which my mother disapproved of, then to sleep on my sister’s floor, which eventually prompted my parents to give up the crib and get bunk beds. but at this moment i hadn’t figure out how to escape, and i was screaming, and no one was coming. i could see a darker darkness across the room, on the wall, creeping towards me. i knew it was a wolf spider, and that my sister shrieked when she saw them. that house was riddled with them and i grew terrified of them.
when my own children were little and were frightened by a wolf spider i caught one in a jar to release it outside. it struggled so hard against the glass, unable to escape, and looked so defeated. i have felt such affection for those spiders ever since.
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The advice about disrupting being nice and social norms is so spot on!!! Not only applicable to stalkers, even low-level other nuisances that impinge on women!
So true!!! And it worked like a charm.
Those are some truly introspective questions!
Oh I was traumatized when I fell in love with my h. After every time I saw him I’d huddle on my bed and listen to an affirmation tape sung to music. The music was like a jingle. I wore out the tape. But being in love yes! It’s great.
I totally get it!!! It's so great when the falling in love part is over!
I don't know if I am writing to you about my earliest memory of existing or a favourite dream, but here goes... I remember and have dreamed many times about being a baby in a crib in our first family home...178 Goulais Ave. Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario... the room and crib are white. The woman who picks me up might be my mother, or a nurse, in any event she is wearing white nurse's shoes. She lifts me out of the crib and holds me in both hands...lovingly looking at me.
HI Frank! Great to see you here! That's a lovely memory or dream! I can also see it as a scene in a movie! Hope you are doing well!
Oh my goddddd the fart- I’m so sorry. Why is being human so dehumanizing? Have you read that Samantha Irby essay about holding in bowel turmoil during a car ride? One of my faves.
I have not!! But I will check it out!!! Thanks!
It’s called ‘A bomb, probably’ from We Are Never Meeting In Real Life. The whole collection is 🤌
Thanks!
oh, how i loved these questions and answers. my first memory of existing was similarly in restraints — i was in my crib, which i soon learned to quietly escape from, first to crawl in with my parents, which my mother disapproved of, then to sleep on my sister’s floor, which eventually prompted my parents to give up the crib and get bunk beds. but at this moment i hadn’t figure out how to escape, and i was screaming, and no one was coming. i could see a darker darkness across the room, on the wall, creeping towards me. i knew it was a wolf spider, and that my sister shrieked when she saw them. that house was riddled with them and i grew terrified of them.
when my own children were little and were frightened by a wolf spider i caught one in a jar to release it outside. it struggled so hard against the glass, unable to escape, and looked so defeated. i have felt such affection for those spiders ever since.
Oh I love both of these stories! Thanks for sharing. Full circle with the wolf spider!