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What's your earliest traumatic memory?
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god damn some people have psychopaths are siblings... so sorry
also slashes dont hurt so maybe thats why you dont remember pain.
Quoting: T-Man The years have taught me that physical pain usually hurts far less than the emotional kind because nerve endings will eventually heal leaving only visible scars. It's those hidden ones that do the long-term damage. Perhaps I should offer a coda to all that early ugliness: after that kind of childhood, I didn't speak to my brother for the next 40 years and even today we are barely cordial [he's 82, I turn 72 on September 11]... I finally stopped extending an olive branch two decades ago. My Mom remained mean and vindictive until she died at 93, which is why today I say that not all Mothers are named Theresa. But life -and sometimes sanity- still goes on. Wow man, a psychopath brother is one thing (horrible) but for your mother to be like that... I have so many questions and assumptions.. but lets just keep at how it is. I hope her death gave you some more freedom and peace and your brother being a methhead hopefully shows you as well that it was never your fault or anything you could have done to change it. The decades have brought me not only solace and understanding, but also hopefully a little bit more compassion for others. By my 30's I realized the source of my Mother's own dysfunction was an abusive childhood during an impoverished 1930's at the hands of my alcoholic Grandfather -and I'm pretty sure that was the reason for all the prescription bottles overflowing the Rubbermaid turntable in her kitchen cabinet during the 1960's when uppers/downers were far more accepted than today. And then there were the beatings she'd sometimes get from my normally placid Father. A man who taught me the meaning of the word, "patience" even as he distanced himself from the rest of us. And I do regret never really knowing him more fully. Today, understanding all that makes it easier to forgive but even so I'll never forget it. As for my brother: he's a staunch non-drinker who's intolerant of all drugs; and he's a proud Deacon in his church. I sometimes wonder if he remembers the same things I do... but I somehow seriously doubt it and I figure karma is taking care of him. While I'm remarkably healthy of mind, body and spirit [I've never even had a personal Doctor!], he and my other siblings are riddled with multiple health issues. So in the long run, I'm the one that has been truly blessed! I am so happy things turned out well for you. My childhood fucked me up for decades, along with other stuff that kept happening till at least 2014, but i'll not speak of that here. I'm a mom and grandmother by now and have a reasonably good life. Just a pity the cost of living in my country is astronomical for locals in our mickey mouse currency. That adds lotsa stress to one's life. But in general i'm ok by now, too.
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