tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371230315197236857.post2960391239493501925..comments2024-03-28T01:53:58.120-07:00Comments on Sublime Mercies: Reparenting Yourself: a healing strategyCharlotte Issyvoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11081140798331499819noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371230315197236857.post-55559233584158184672014-04-28T11:08:27.704-07:002014-04-28T11:08:27.704-07:00The rainbow chalk sidewalk drawing is lovely! I sn...The rainbow chalk sidewalk drawing is lovely! I snap photos of these types of expression around my neighborhood. Gotta support the arts! The reparenting idea is a good one- never thought of it before but I imagine much healing can be gained by feeding the starved child inside us. I hope you finally get your fill of the love that surrounds you, that you so deserved. Here's to the chance to start anew in a loving and nourishing environment that you are empowered to create for yourself! Here's to love!citizen rosebudhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12038740885720827086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371230315197236857.post-29394071380721121702014-04-25T22:37:57.066-07:002014-04-25T22:37:57.066-07:00Love to hear all the things that you do to reparen...Love to hear all the things that you do to reparent yourself. I can really relate to feeling like the only responsible one, even though I was the youngest. It sounds like you and I do similar things to help ourselves. In my case, I was rendered disabled by the abuse so I HAVE to leave things undone or I have relapses, like the one I had last week that made it almost impossible to walk.<br /><br />I talk to squirrels... and crows... and cats... and any little bird I come across, and I come across a lot because I feed them on my balconyCharlotte Issyvoohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11081140798331499819noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371230315197236857.post-43587094758115064322014-04-25T19:41:06.600-07:002014-04-25T19:41:06.600-07:00Love the beaded sweater. And the "found"...Love the beaded sweater. And the "found" rainbow :) <br /><br />When I was a kid, I was essentially the parent to my two highly disfunctional parents----consequently, I grew up both being childish (because I never got to really be one) and overly responsible in a caretaker sort of way. Reparenting myself has been a confusing process, but I have slowly been seeing the rewards. I allow myself to talk to squirrels in the park, have tea parties with my cats, re-read the YA and children's books I loved and took refuge in as a child. I also allow myself to not do things---the dishes don't have to be done right this minute. I don't have to get back to people right away if I don't feel like it. And because I am allowing myself to really do (or not do) those things, I have been feeling a creative flowering lately where I once thought was only a dead zone. Its probably a lifelong journey but its certainly a journey worth taking and the healing is definitely in the journeying. <br />All the best dear lady, keep on sparkling! Tilda E.https://www.blogger.com/profile/05851202095798049172noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371230315197236857.post-88087271104587922372014-04-22T10:20:41.722-07:002014-04-22T10:20:41.722-07:00Your blog is always such a visual treat, no matter...Your blog is always such a visual treat, no matter the subject. Pink is so good on you! Pretty "inner-child" outfit. My wish for you is that your clear self-awarenss takes you through your adjustment into a family setting and family membership. As a very young woman suddenly married, I panicked when I suddenly "belonged" to a new family. I felt my individuality was threatened. And it was! So much depends on the family your find yourself within! Beau and kids seem like a good fit, and I'm happy for you.<br /><br />Even at my age, when I have trouble sleeping, I tuck my inner-little-girl in and tell her a good story. And sometimes, I twirl. (Shhhh... don't tell anyone I still twirl!) <br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12630135395645059302noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371230315197236857.post-2087732180998135162014-04-21T04:47:59.223-07:002014-04-21T04:47:59.223-07:00Mary Janes are a classic that always work for many...Mary Janes are a classic that always work for many looks. Visiting from Shoe & Tell. Have a great day.Debra@AModernTranslationhttp://amoderntranslation.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371230315197236857.post-71089956697831472642014-04-20T15:59:37.495-07:002014-04-20T15:59:37.495-07:00I hug my doggies and spoil them rotten. Christmas ...I hug my doggies and spoil them rotten. Christmas decor at my house is very Charlie-Brown-centric as well. Of course, you already know I play dress-up on a regular basis ;-)<br /><br />Alicia<br />spashionista.comAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09101393203842051609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371230315197236857.post-36714300432732956972014-04-20T12:32:54.453-07:002014-04-20T12:32:54.453-07:00Yes, it is the parents' job but abusive parent...Yes, it is the parents' job but abusive parents don't do their job. You shouldn't have to do it for yourself. It's not fair. But, doing it will help.<br /><br />First, though, you have to get out of that home. Are you old enough to live on your own? If you're not, you can get yourself into foster care. As an adult, even without a job or money, there are services to help you escape. That's step #1. I left "home" at 17, without a job or a home, and just hoped for the best. I wish I had left earlier but I felt I had no-where to go. I did manage to finish high school by staying. I left five days after I graduated.Charlotte Issyvoohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11081140798331499819noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371230315197236857.post-6494399251445505762014-04-20T12:21:49.974-07:002014-04-20T12:21:49.974-07:00This is interesting. My ex therapist told me month...This is interesting. My ex therapist told me months ago to reparent myself which I felt was odd to do because isn't it a parents' job to parent you? I have been doing stuff that my mom didn't teach me and been getting better at it my own way. However, I still live at home with the abuse and hoping I can get away since I have a job now.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com