sister

i wrote in my last post of fearing that something bad had come upon my sister, I know right away what my father is gong to say about that: that It showed that I actually wanted something like that to come upon her, which was not the case. I was very busy with the project … Continue reading sister →

Terror

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 →