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I did not see a notification of your comments on this post until today, by pure chance. My mum was always very unmotherly towards me. I shocked her on a regular basis and finally, at 13, when I had grown tall, strong and very fit, she resorted to hitting me for the final time. I was ironing my school uniform and she snatched the iron out of my hands and tried to smash me in the face with it. I decked her, sat on her chest, pinning her arms beside her head.
I left home the next day and never regretted it.
When I was planning my wedding at 19 years of age, I invited her and we resumed some sort of relationship but I never trusted her. Years later she insulted my teenage son and his friends during a car journey. I stopped the car, told her that my son had not been brought up to tolerate that sort of abuse and ordered her out of my vehicle.
It was extremely difficult to understand her psychological abusiveness and she NEVER reached the point where she acknowledged that she was, in any way, at fault.
Seems there’s a tendency to imagine that intelligence is accrued, and its counterpart where most teens know more than outdated adults. Then they get out in the world…
If these statistics show one thing it’s that we are not just a civilization in decline, but our great-grandparents may well have had not only better cognitive faculties, but better health notwithstanding average life span.
Nikola Tesla free energy didn’t fit Standard Oil’s monopolistic agenda. What else has been hidden to fit the psychopaths schemes?
Powerful indictment, but you not only survived but thrived. I believe seeing adults as stupid is a necessary step in growing up, and I had similar experiences with so called 'professionals' and my mother myself. Stupidity itself is a relative concept...there's absolute stupid and a kind of blindness. With the public health people, we got both...
This sent chills down my spine - I so relate to the story of your book and the contempt you had for adults. When I was 13 I recall looking at adults and thinking how utterly false they are. I kind of still think that. My mother would throw out my writings and drawings, just throw them out like they were rubbish, not telling me. Children were treated as though they were inhuman. Still are. Animals treated even worse. Adults love to boss others around. I'm so glad I read this story of yours this morning. I could tell you are different even before I read it.
Thanks...will check out as have not had any "dissection" by others pass my cognition yet! I forwarded link re your musings to a friend who also has had "difficult " mother to negotiate. Ta
So angry at your mother; more angry at the schoolmaster. She should not have touched your book, and certainly not him either. NO, not ever and not still. I was reminded of a few things in my childhood that were also unfair, and of how those things affected me. One, when my Mom decided that the best way to fit all my NEW crayons into the tin I used to keep them in was to BREAK ALL THE NEW CRAYONS IN HALF to do it, and throw them on top of the old used up crayons. It was totally improper crayon care and respect, and I let her know it was mean. They were BRAND NEW CRAYONS and she broke them all in half. I was horrified when I opened the tin, to see this. I would not use them and there they sat, unused forever. I never colored anything again in protest. I think she was secretly jealous, because (due to her difficult and tiring job) our family had much more than she did growing up. The other trangression was when my the wood block toys I used were suddenly gone, my elder brother gave them to the science teacher to use in a physics experiment. I was also assured they would come back, but never did. Private lives of kids, fragile and broken by clueless adults. Unfettered creativity is such a gift, and one that the world of men seeks to rule over, to take, to own. For no good reason, other than this ownership, which inevitably destroys the gift it cannot truly perceive. The Cabal Covidians are doing the same with nature and our bodies, our perfect gifts, which they seek to own and in doing so destroy. All the gold and silver cannot touch its perfection and never will. Best Frances
I study the phenomenon of patriarchy and this is the reason the world is in the state it is in. The imbalance of masculine/feminine is the cause. We can't have anyone ruling, let alone the most violent gender, hey. Egalitarianism needs to be the target and that means we have to throw everything our society is based on - out the window! Children and women are treated like pawns, moved around to suit the mightier.
You understand so well, thank you for your anecdotes. I did feel corralled into a more formal education than my peers. I never fitted in on the streets again, but I was never part of the upper middle classes I mixed with at school either. I never had time to recreate my own writing and drawing. Always there was far too much homework and multiple chores to be done at home.
I ran away from home when I was 13 and supported myself to complete my education. I became an adult far too soon, I think.
She thought she was doing the right thing for me. It never dawned on her to ask my permission. In 1961 it was customary to say "Children should be seen but not heard!" From her point of view I had no boundaries. I was hers..... My mum never understood me, not even from birth until she died. She was very proud of me but only as an extension of herself. She never really saw me as an individual with rights, maybe because her own life had been so controlled by adults..... I guess she thought that was 'normal'.
Women had very few rights in those times. I remember them pretty well. They were totally dependent on their husbands or fathers. I remember women couldn't travel without their husband's sign off on their passport.
have you considered she might have been a narcissist? there are different types, i only just realised my own mother was a self righteous narcissist and it explained a lot of my upbringing and ultimately my personality
I don't like psyche labels. My mum was a complex woman who went through 7 shades of hell all her life. She was diagnosed as physically 'weak' because she had a hole in her heart. This meant special stress free schooling and being treated as though she was made of glass. She was never allowed to play rough games or run or swim. At 7, in the early years of WW2, she was evacuated from London to Somerset where she lived with a strictly Christian family until she was rescued by her aunt who worked nearby in the Land Army. When she eventually returned to her parents as a teenager, they were both working full time and she struggled to feel close to them.
She met and married my dad when she was 19 and I was born when she was 20. She did not bond well with me but favoured my younger brother. All through that time she worked full time, saving to buy a house in the London suburbs.
As soon as she reached her objective my father left us for another woman. My mum was prescribed Valium. She began to drink too.
She lost my brother and I due to her erratic behaviour and somehow, pulled herself together enough to begin her own accountancy business. She had a strong work ethic and, unfortunately, a fierce temper.
sounds familiar and even though i had spent years looking at psychology i didnt put my mother in any category, she just didnt fit. it was eye opening when i saw this video recently https://youtu.be/Ei-sy07mSbI
The problem is man as head of household. It has to be both or mostly female. The idea of head of household is hierarchical and this is the problem - the structure of society, and of the most basic unit of society.
You might be surprised at how often little girls (and big girls, too) get spiritually ego-bludgeoned by men. You are not that kind of man, so maybe you should know. xo
Just signed on to receive your stack, one more among many. My morning reads are starting earlier and ending later. Looking forward to reading your stories and thoughts. Thanks.
I've known idiots that were creative as hell.
I've known geniuses that were boring as hell.
Your mother was a boring idiot when she did that to you.
Just. So. Utterly. WRONG.
I did not see a notification of your comments on this post until today, by pure chance. My mum was always very unmotherly towards me. I shocked her on a regular basis and finally, at 13, when I had grown tall, strong and very fit, she resorted to hitting me for the final time. I was ironing my school uniform and she snatched the iron out of my hands and tried to smash me in the face with it. I decked her, sat on her chest, pinning her arms beside her head.
I left home the next day and never regretted it.
When I was planning my wedding at 19 years of age, I invited her and we resumed some sort of relationship but I never trusted her. Years later she insulted my teenage son and his friends during a car journey. I stopped the car, told her that my son had not been brought up to tolerate that sort of abuse and ordered her out of my vehicle.
It was extremely difficult to understand her psychological abusiveness and she NEVER reached the point where she acknowledged that she was, in any way, at fault.
I'm so sorry. xo
Loved it
Seems there’s a tendency to imagine that intelligence is accrued, and its counterpart where most teens know more than outdated adults. Then they get out in the world…
If these statistics show one thing it’s that we are not just a civilization in decline, but our great-grandparents may well have had not only better cognitive faculties, but better health notwithstanding average life span.
Nikola Tesla free energy didn’t fit Standard Oil’s monopolistic agenda. What else has been hidden to fit the psychopaths schemes?
A well-produced intriguing , crazy 1.5 hour: History is Fake : https://www.bitchute.com/video/n5mfKW0F4hAo/
Video restricted in my country due to containing "incitement to hatred"!!
Using VPN in Miami to access.
Thanks! Access achieved.
I am very touched reading about your experience. 💕
Powerful indictment, but you not only survived but thrived. I believe seeing adults as stupid is a necessary step in growing up, and I had similar experiences with so called 'professionals' and my mother myself. Stupidity itself is a relative concept...there's absolute stupid and a kind of blindness. With the public health people, we got both...
This sent chills down my spine - I so relate to the story of your book and the contempt you had for adults. When I was 13 I recall looking at adults and thinking how utterly false they are. I kind of still think that. My mother would throw out my writings and drawings, just throw them out like they were rubbish, not telling me. Children were treated as though they were inhuman. Still are. Animals treated even worse. Adults love to boss others around. I'm so glad I read this story of yours this morning. I could tell you are different even before I read it.
Love the banner time lapse photo.
All the luminaries, circling Polaris.
How cool. Obvious proof of the biggest lie.
Sheep guy recap, Meant to add, re Brilliant fellow, Aaron Fletcher the sheep grazer here is his site https://123homefree.org/
and here his youtube
https://www.youtube.com/user/123Homefree?app=desktop
Aaron invents and tests camping type equipment incl. wearable tents and wool clothing
and woolworking in general. And grazes to live.
Kirsten Dirksen (and husband) videos in general excellent videography https://youtu.be/U54HRmglYEA
I have been hooked on his videos. I love the way he thinks.
Smart or stupid....totally arbitrary definitions based on whatever we
erroneously hold as truth about ourselves and the world, and what we
have seemingly identified as 'more the truth'. Comes down to the fundamentals of our belief systems eh....
I'm just reading 'The Gods of Eden' by William Bramley...
...wow if ever a
book i have read that gives altogether different slance (my word) on
what has gone on over the past hundreds of centuries,well, this is it
for me in this moment. It identifies me as a lone soul living in a
miniscule portion of linear time in the vastness of the
past...shenanigans throughout. Us living now however is an inception
point it seems when considering the shenanigans shoved full in our
faces...if we interested and savvy enough to see.
Getting the background..which is how the ET controllers have been in
charge either more explicitly, but always implicitly even if
apparently on the back burner, keeping distance (time is relative to
us...they play the longer game it is difficult to appreciate in our
short, brutal, yet somehow pleasurable life!)
Anyway i am in a kind of enthrall of perception alter...tho i have
been primed in my research (i have 'foraged' over the past 2
years....most have been eating from the fastfood outlets)...the book
is affirmatory ....
Thanks for your sharings...I was up at 5...yes i wonder about the
birds. Hearing less birdsong chorusing over from nearby wooded area of
a quiet early morn. However, i am 50% deaf at the moment as i must
have a customary plug of wax well developed over past 3 years
shutting out in effect what i dont really want, nor need to listen to!
(people with perceptions far from my own)....have to suffer less
birdsong to soothe soul...Mind you, the seagull squaws and cries
penetrate the most dense of waxy build up!
cheers
I found the book Gods of Eden discussed and passages read here:
https://youtu.be/z068IuFZm4M
Thanks...will check out as have not had any "dissection" by others pass my cognition yet! I forwarded link re your musings to a friend who also has had "difficult " mother to negotiate. Ta
So angry at your mother; more angry at the schoolmaster. She should not have touched your book, and certainly not him either. NO, not ever and not still. I was reminded of a few things in my childhood that were also unfair, and of how those things affected me. One, when my Mom decided that the best way to fit all my NEW crayons into the tin I used to keep them in was to BREAK ALL THE NEW CRAYONS IN HALF to do it, and throw them on top of the old used up crayons. It was totally improper crayon care and respect, and I let her know it was mean. They were BRAND NEW CRAYONS and she broke them all in half. I was horrified when I opened the tin, to see this. I would not use them and there they sat, unused forever. I never colored anything again in protest. I think she was secretly jealous, because (due to her difficult and tiring job) our family had much more than she did growing up. The other trangression was when my the wood block toys I used were suddenly gone, my elder brother gave them to the science teacher to use in a physics experiment. I was also assured they would come back, but never did. Private lives of kids, fragile and broken by clueless adults. Unfettered creativity is such a gift, and one that the world of men seeks to rule over, to take, to own. For no good reason, other than this ownership, which inevitably destroys the gift it cannot truly perceive. The Cabal Covidians are doing the same with nature and our bodies, our perfect gifts, which they seek to own and in doing so destroy. All the gold and silver cannot touch its perfection and never will. Best Frances
That is beautiful.
I study the phenomenon of patriarchy and this is the reason the world is in the state it is in. The imbalance of masculine/feminine is the cause. We can't have anyone ruling, let alone the most violent gender, hey. Egalitarianism needs to be the target and that means we have to throw everything our society is based on - out the window! Children and women are treated like pawns, moved around to suit the mightier.
You understand so well, thank you for your anecdotes. I did feel corralled into a more formal education than my peers. I never fitted in on the streets again, but I was never part of the upper middle classes I mixed with at school either. I never had time to recreate my own writing and drawing. Always there was far too much homework and multiple chores to be done at home.
I ran away from home when I was 13 and supported myself to complete my education. I became an adult far too soon, I think.
So now's your chance to re-enter a few childhood delights... Treat yourself to some childhood, and cherish it. xo xo
I loved reading this one too. Thank you! ❤️
WOW- Your mother really violated boundaries. That's so not cool.
Keep writing!
She thought she was doing the right thing for me. It never dawned on her to ask my permission. In 1961 it was customary to say "Children should be seen but not heard!" From her point of view I had no boundaries. I was hers..... My mum never understood me, not even from birth until she died. She was very proud of me but only as an extension of herself. She never really saw me as an individual with rights, maybe because her own life had been so controlled by adults..... I guess she thought that was 'normal'.
Women had very few rights in those times. I remember them pretty well. They were totally dependent on their husbands or fathers. I remember women couldn't travel without their husband's sign off on their passport.
have you considered she might have been a narcissist? there are different types, i only just realised my own mother was a self righteous narcissist and it explained a lot of my upbringing and ultimately my personality
I think you may be onto it.
I don't like psyche labels. My mum was a complex woman who went through 7 shades of hell all her life. She was diagnosed as physically 'weak' because she had a hole in her heart. This meant special stress free schooling and being treated as though she was made of glass. She was never allowed to play rough games or run or swim. At 7, in the early years of WW2, she was evacuated from London to Somerset where she lived with a strictly Christian family until she was rescued by her aunt who worked nearby in the Land Army. When she eventually returned to her parents as a teenager, they were both working full time and she struggled to feel close to them.
She met and married my dad when she was 19 and I was born when she was 20. She did not bond well with me but favoured my younger brother. All through that time she worked full time, saving to buy a house in the London suburbs.
As soon as she reached her objective my father left us for another woman. My mum was prescribed Valium. She began to drink too.
She lost my brother and I due to her erratic behaviour and somehow, pulled herself together enough to begin her own accountancy business. She had a strong work ethic and, unfortunately, a fierce temper.
Everyone found her hard to live with....
sounds familiar and even though i had spent years looking at psychology i didnt put my mother in any category, she just didnt fit. it was eye opening when i saw this video recently https://youtu.be/Ei-sy07mSbI
Sorry to hear it. My family has its share of "idiosyncrasies."
“They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.”
― Philip Larkin, High Windows
The problem is man as head of household. It has to be both or mostly female. The idea of head of household is hierarchical and this is the problem - the structure of society, and of the most basic unit of society.
ive never liked or understood poetry but this is excellent
Yes, that is very interesting. I have known a few people like that!
You might be surprised at how often little girls (and big girls, too) get spiritually ego-bludgeoned by men. You are not that kind of man, so maybe you should know. xo