in other words, words, Dad, Alex. he was so insecure about my male College associations. he was so way high above them as a husband and friend to me and Ian. as a Canadian he had the habits of an armchair intellectual. he had his flaws. But he had a few years on them. He … Continue reading About Dad
Tag: Healing
no morphine
So, in the ambulance, a year ago, I said the word "morphine." The doctor was refusing to provide the clozaril, and I was convinced that I was dying and doing my "dying work." I was having groin spasms, and screamed late at night. I felt so bad; and just wanted it to be over. Turned … Continue reading no morphine
The end of 37 years confusion
I heard from a dear, sweet, kind person who was helping my ex and some Arab friends he met to do the rewiring of the home, that very bright people can fall into years of confusion, and suddenly I see that it really is true and it really was what happened to me. Simple confusion. … Continue reading The end of 37 years confusion
All My Life
When I went to Wernersville State Hospital (You may check with them) I said to myself, or maybe to the room at large, that I wanted to be an instrument of God--like Mozart, like a flute. I realize now that that was the most important moment of my life. All these decades since then I … Continue reading All My Life
The Loneliness of the Wart-Mole Person
Nobody knows me. It's like Rip van Winkle. It really is. I made this analogy before, before it even came off, in some other regard. People don't know me. The never did, but now they don't even recognize me. I'm more like I was when I was a young girl, before the times and travesties … Continue reading The Loneliness of the Wart-Mole Person
Dear Eliot
Dear Eliot, I use your first name only to avoid violate anybody's privacy. I just finally learned about LIMITATIONS. I was forming the idea of "acting out the soul of my childhood" which I may in some way or sense do. After acting out the soul of Auschwitz --which I did all my life. I … Continue reading Dear Eliot
Special
At the state hospital you had to get used to men who got into fights and men who had killed people. This made it very difficult to return to society. i was in such a fragile condition. I got used to it there in a while in a bad way, it corrupted me, I used … Continue reading Special
State hospital
they tagged me as the antiChrist when i left. there were some hardcore patients a bit older who said i looked like "someone who would kill people." That was my eyes. The "ghoul epiphany" from the torture in the ICU. Those two did something to me that I never got overd.r and the iProgram leader … Continue reading State hospital
Letter to my son
I am sensing in your mood that you are hearing some bad things from people who knew me at Kent and Harvard and other times. I am very sorry for this. Sorry that people are telling you and sorry that those things happened. There were a lot of people taking advantage of me and leading me down wrong paths and … Continue reading Letter to my son
annointed
Ross
Un.Bon.Mot 