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Donna Hoffman's avatar

Once I realized how Shame cut into the flesh of my psyche, I began identifying it quicker. My mother dug the hole and filled it with NOs and not answering questions. When she died, I felt free. She and my dad weren't married when she got pregnant. In fact, I don't know how long they knew each other, but I'm not sure my mother felt Love for my dad when she felt pushed into marriage in 1945. I was three months pre-mature and weighed under 3 lbs. Even when I was permitted out of the incubator, she was too "afraid" to hold me. My dad took over and I never did bond with my mom. I became her shame. She projected every negative impulse onto me. She would say things like, "If your great-grandmother were alive, she would hate your red hair." Actually, I had gorgeous strawberry-blonde hair that she made me keep short and close to my head when I was in elementary school. When she was mad at my Dad, she would proclaim that I was just like him and took after his side of the family. Actually, I'm a physical blend of both sides of my family now that I'm 79 years old and can look at really old family pictures and identify the features. I won't go on. It's such a long and pain filled story - I don't even remember big hunks of my childhood. Five years of therapy gave me a great start to stay on top of the shame feelings when they came up. I owe my life to that psychologist and pray for him daily.

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gloria gostnell's avatar

Thanks for this honest reflection. It has me thinking about the ways self love can be interrupted and challenged.🌹🌹🌹

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