tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416025006889323651.post7098163978466879254..comments2023-06-18T08:10:05.901-05:00Comments on Dirty Little Secret: Dinnertime, car riding and a reflex I still haveThe_Mrshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05643723185075342260noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416025006889323651.post-28509831446787064022009-02-04T02:28:00.000-06:002009-02-04T02:28:00.000-06:00hi there,,,,called in from posh mama to do a drop....hi there,,,,called in from posh mama to do a drop...love your site...hope you get to drop in on me sometime....take care & hang in there...mompaulak from australia<BR/><BR/>PS i hope that writing about these issues is therapeutic....better out than in! I feel for you.....from one who grew up on eggshells....xoxoAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416025006889323651.post-70527013600801041172009-01-21T16:05:00.000-06:002009-01-21T16:05:00.000-06:00The Mrs.,I love your blog. I came across it throu...The Mrs.,<BR/><BR/>I love your blog. I came across it through Blog Catalog while doing some research for one of my own posts. I found myself reading and enjoying several of your posts.<BR/><BR/>Anyway, I try to leave comments when I can and will certainly visit back to read any new posts.<BR/><BR/>Thanks,<BR/>CK<BR/>a.k.a. The Constant Complainer<BR/>Cleveland, OHAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416025006889323651.post-24468276393755224612008-12-07T08:20:00.000-06:002008-12-07T08:20:00.000-06:00The last line of this post struck a chord. So many...The last line of this post struck a chord. So many things that happen in our childhood colours the way we are today. <BR/><BR/>I am still struggling with the demons of my abused childhood. Years of therapy, even medication.<BR/><BR/>Wishing you well.<BR/><BR/>(Came here via BlogCatalog, BTW. Great blog!)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416025006889323651.post-42057904468794520702008-10-20T20:48:00.000-05:002008-10-20T20:48:00.000-05:00Just wanted to make sure you are doing ok.*hugs*Just wanted to make sure you are doing ok.<BR/><BR/>*hugs*Chunks of Realityhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05550378591715392039noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416025006889323651.post-54997787827572045672008-07-24T00:42:00.000-05:002008-07-24T00:42:00.000-05:00I'll tell you, this kind of dinnertime, is exactly...I'll tell you, this kind of dinnertime, is exactly the kind I experienced in my life. The Television on; nobody talking about their day..Games shows.<BR/><BR/>My two Grandmother's fighting, verbally, between commercials. It was the family "nut hour"...<BR/><BR/>...This post, hit home in so many ways.<BR/><BR/>Thank you for posting this.<BR/>(Triggers, in isolation, and viewed in and of themselves can be very rewarding. This can only be a moment of clarity.)<BR/><BR/>~x~WillAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416025006889323651.post-73443565417849805522008-07-01T20:30:00.000-05:002008-07-01T20:30:00.000-05:00Gran died several years ago. Funny, I can't rememb...Gran died several years ago. Funny, I can't remember the year she died. No one bothered to tell me. I had asked for them to notify me so I could go to the funeral, but no one bothered. <BR/><BR/>They had gotten a big Plymouth Voyager, and took all the seats out of it so we could pack it for traveling. We sat on the wheel wells, or on the floor. I preferred it, actually, but if we had been in an accident, we would have been creamed for sure. <BR/><BR/>I did a bout of therapy as well, and they tried to medicate me, saying I had anxiety issues. I was 18, and had an ulcer. The meds made me so sick I was unable to wake up or get out of bed, and I lost my job. No more pills for me, and I went to another doctor later in years, and they said I did not need meds, just counseling if things got too stressful. The medical community is just way too fond of band aiding things with pills. I hate that.Karen ^..^https://www.blogger.com/profile/05197114237324824217noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416025006889323651.post-22844660559654546272008-06-30T12:52:00.000-05:002008-06-30T12:52:00.000-05:00It is terrible that you had to go through that!It is terrible that you had to go through that!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416025006889323651.post-26082863938613377442008-06-30T10:09:00.000-05:002008-06-30T10:09:00.000-05:00@clueless - I'm currently not in therapy. I have ...@clueless - I'm currently not in therapy. I have been in the past, but without going into great detail, I'll just say that the long and short of it was that I was always medicated and the meds they prescribed.. made me suicidal. I actually wish I could go to a therapist and purge all this crap in the hopes of someday feeling relaxed - I just am frustrated because I've been to 7 different doctors and they all just want to dope me up and send me on my way. It doesn't work for me...<BR/><BR/>@karen - They took the seats out of the van? :( What the HELL is wrong with people!? You know, the more I write the more I realize that these stories are all too common.. and I still wonder what possesses people to do this kind of stuff? I always wanted to ask my dad for example, "How did you SLEEP at night? Did you ever look in the mirror and was disgusted with what you saw!?" Maybe one day I will.<BR/><BR/>Is your Gran still alive? Did you ever get to ask her these things?<BR/><BR/>@Shiv - You know, it's really sad when dinnertime is supposed to be for family unity and keeping abreast of all family members lives.. and yet.. we have instances were it strikes fear in children. God this whole thing sometimes makes me so sad I can barely stand it. :( **HUGS back to you, my friend**The_Mrshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05643723185075342260noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416025006889323651.post-5642787459155436892008-06-29T15:08:00.000-05:002008-06-29T15:08:00.000-05:00Almost every dinner time in my childhood home was ...Almost every dinner time in my childhood home was a nightmare. Looking back I see that I have taken a completely opposite course in my own life. mealtimes in my household are for sharing, caring and enjoying food as well as each other. In a backhand way that makes me grateful for the meal time torture I went through as a child.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416025006889323651.post-22149164009316324022008-06-29T14:30:00.000-05:002008-06-29T14:30:00.000-05:00Oh my... what a horrible experience >Oh my... what a horrible experience >< Yeah when we learn to do certain things as a kid they tend to stick for a long time. I'm sorry you had to go through thatG.https://www.blogger.com/profile/17652703396483339577noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416025006889323651.post-45197839509249294302008-06-29T05:14:00.000-05:002008-06-29T05:14:00.000-05:00I too have a trained dinnertime behaviour but as I...I too have a trained dinnertime behaviour but as I was never physically abused only emotionally my reaction at dinnertime was to eat as fast as possible so I could get away from the table. I hated it, it was the one time when I was "trapped" near my father and he could make me feel horrible (how exactly can you eat food a wrong way? I don't know but I always seemed to manage it)<BR/>My heart goes out to you hun *hugs tight*<BR/>~ShivMr B The Tech Teacherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13740186235989815147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416025006889323651.post-21633698986194247532008-06-28T19:46:00.000-05:002008-06-28T19:46:00.000-05:00I hate your father.Dinner time was always a nausea...I hate your father.<BR/><BR/>Dinner time was always a nauseating time, even when the food DIDN'T taste like shit, which was rarely. <BR/><BR/>We were pretty lucky to have ridden in a van. They actually took the seats out of the van, and we all had to sit on the floor of the van. But at least Gran couldn't reach us.Karen ^..^https://www.blogger.com/profile/05197114237324824217noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416025006889323651.post-51820952050961156332008-06-28T08:09:00.000-05:002008-06-28T08:09:00.000-05:00It almost sounds like you are on edge all the time...It almost sounds like you are on edge all the time with different triggers. I'm glad that you are writing about them here. I hope you find it helpful. I was also wondering if you are in therapy because that would help with the hypervigilance. For me, it is awful being on edge all the time or needing to sit in a specific seat just so I can feel somewhat comfortable.Cluelesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04133271403456164632noreply@blogger.com