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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
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They always say to "keep a journal." I always do. I write one page. I write the same thing, every time--a prologue to a "Type T" life. I was born a "thrill-seeker", already bored with life. The first diagnosis read, "failure to thrive". Actually, those were not the words, the sixties did not boast the vernacular to instill the same terror that we have in our grasp of vocabulary today. Today, I imagine a scarlet "A" of autism on my chart--because, today, that is what they call the unresponsive child. Yet, I was born a screamer--always sensitive to stimuli. I told my sister that just tonight, that this must be the problem, as I have been trying to desensitize myself ever since. I was a born a skinny baby--allergic to almost everything, with the exception of goat's milk. I had shingles on my skin from nerves. My own urine, scalded me. I could not be diapered. My eyes crossed, requiring surgery. I grew a second row of bottom teeth--and had the lower half of my jaw re-aligned, through more surgery. My mother, laughed it off to me, saying, "If you'd been born in Holy Days, you'd be outside the temple, begging alms." I was born into a house of war. I considered my brothers and sisters barbarians. (And that still holds for one or two.) I was sensitive to noise, and hated loud abrasive sound. The earliest memory I have, is me sitting in the linen closet, rocking, with my hands over my ears, trying not to hear. Then my sister, gathering me, and distracting me with a phonograph, and the generosity of her crayons--we drew pictures of ballerinas, while listening to the Beatles. I'm blessed with that one. She still hates it when I cry, and somehow always knows when I need "gathering." I was indulged by all of them, in different ways. I was born the "sickly child". I was supposed to die. I sometimes wonder, if they resent the fact that I didn't. I sometimes wonder, if I resent that too. I always write one page of journal, and consider that the end. I think? I need to end each day like that. [This message has been edited by serenity (06-08-2002 04:49 AM).] |
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Sunshine
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I think. Snippets are good. But I need a quilt. More snippets, please. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
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"people see me I'm a challenge to your balance I'm over your heads how I confound you and astound you to know I must be one of the wonders of god's own creation and as far as you can see you can offer me no explanation I believe fate smiled and destiny laughed as she came to my cradle "know this child will be able" laughed as my body she lifted "know this child will be gifted with love, with patience and with faith she'll make her way" Wonder Natalie Merchant ~~~~~~~~ when I shared the words before...I had no idea just how much they applied...but I just knew...now I understand. I've nothing profound to say(wish I did) ... we cant choose our preface...write the ending you want baby...what ever you do..always write. love you KA me |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
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ouch? love you both. |
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