With my mother and me terror is always a factor. I am looking--in my mind--at the video footage of my son that i described in my last post--sick and disoriented. And it strikes me as a reflection of reacting with a sexually damaged Mom. That my mother just fostered our actual telatuonshio. But NO! My … Continue reading Terror
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Critical Moment
A turning point. My mother is trying to "prove through" an assertion that she is my son's real mother which, obviously, she cant do without harm, because she isnt and i am. She is the snarkiest and snakiest little English secretary. "Computers rule the world," she cried, over tea in my old apartment in So. … Continue reading Critical Moment
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