Another message: brief

Dear Sister M., Through my interactions with you, including finally the baptism, i am healing if tbe bizarre sexual condition that plagued me all my life. More on this later. 2 minutes later: The bizarre mental OCD that started eith imoroperly taking the Tegretil and Haldol in 1987 is clearing. Tbis is incredible. My current … Continue reading Another message: brief →

A message

This is a message to Sister M. I hope that she gets it and that she takes it. I wanted to let you know that it wasnt abnormal what you did, how you reacted, when i talked to you about details of my psychosexual disability. I understand now that it came across as talking dirty. … Continue reading A message →

not nice

The catholic church isnt nice. Not now, especially not in Pennsylvania. i have a dispute with my RCIA counselor. There was some innocuous impropriety. She had the humility to ask me to pray for her. But she cleverly let it be suggested that "no one would believe [me]" if I said anything about the minor … Continue reading not nice →

Disconnect; 2

Moving forward in leaps and bounds. Now, the first major disconnect. I was in the Oxton area (It's a up name, I can't use any real names here) of Massachusetts having graduated from Hutton College. I had run myself out of a job and a boyfriend. I had fallen into a relationship with a roommate. … Continue reading Disconnect; 2 →

Disconnect

Now i have a new disconnect. For 32 years its been the woman who got rhe better of me on a state hospital ward here in Pennsylvania after i landed here from tbe Boston area un 1996 when i was 24. Now, its tbe coming down here from Mass. I was ib as osych ward … Continue reading Disconnect →

Faith formation

As you move forwad in Christian faith--in Catholic Christian faith--things from the past that were imporant in your Christian formation become important. I was listening to a song on Christian radio on rhe way home ftom Sister M.'s "Because the cross has already won the war." It finally brought me to peace with the here … Continue reading Faith formation →

Hallelujah

Last night I went to be without taking my bedtime medications. After a brief moment of sheer terror, I embraced the day, and it has proved through the watershed of my brother's suicide. The denouement is that I finally understood that my first psychiatrist--"CHILD psychiatrist!" I always said-- was right in putting me on an … Continue reading Hallelujah →

Rage

As i walk away from my brother's dearh which OF COURSE was accidental because he didnt realize what he was doing when he jumoed off that cliff, he had a silly idea in his mind--thats the sad truth. All he needed was career counseling. My fathet and my ex husband are SLIME. He was CRYING … Continue reading Rage →

Asshole

I have learned NEVER to use that word about any man. But there is an exception to every rule. I am embracing words from a book called "The Wounded Heart: Hope for Adult Victims of Childhood Sexual Abuse." Dan Allender says in this book that it IS good to confront your abuser, if possible, when … Continue reading Asshole →

Writing my way out of my blog

With my baptism on Satuday comes a restoration of old faith and, unbelievably, faith enough to declare my old vocation, which is to write.I never really stopped but for a while i couldnt even write a check. Because of the medication I was taking, Tegretol, the sound and feel of the pen touching the paper … Continue reading Writing my way out of my blog →