tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31942236.post8280193149617553137..comments2023-06-27T01:01:07.692-07:00Comments on TABBA: Flashes Of MemoryTabbahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07571583646468537273noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31942236.post-52766571092197391512007-03-17T23:18:00.000-07:002007-03-17T23:18:00.000-07:00I've popped in here once or twice before and just ...I've popped in here once or twice before and just came across these last couple of posts.<BR/><BR/>I think it is so great that you are sharing this. I know it must be a little scary letting yourself go to this vulnerable place. It is very brave.<BR/><BR/>I don't know if it is the same as what you are feeling, but I know that sometimes I feel a desire to explore and "talk" about my past, the things that happened to me when I was growing up. I've never explored it in depth online because there are people who might read it and be hurt.<BR/><BR/>I don't really know what else to say other than these posts are resonating with me although I doubt our stories are similar. I admire you for putting it out there.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10270726693980247861noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31942236.post-12964956956531856372007-03-17T03:20:00.000-07:002007-03-17T03:20:00.000-07:00ps: i just read the comment i made and it sounds m...ps: i just read the comment i made and it sounds mad. i know the real thing is how tough it was for you - i didn't phrase what i meant very well at all. sorry. the police thing i mentioned was when i was a kid, not in my job. i think these things that are off the scale of scary when we are kids leave an indelible mark on us. growing up too fast leaves us still children in parts of our selves.joker the lurcherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17260629209872897792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31942236.post-27977679647738687352007-03-16T14:57:00.000-07:002007-03-16T14:57:00.000-07:00oh my. i have missed such a lot of what you have ...oh my. i have missed such a lot of what you have written recently because i have been a bit wrapped up. sorry. i feel so much for you. you have reminded me of a police thing i remember. how tough it must be for police in these situations.joker the lurcherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17260629209872897792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31942236.post-24427147695350143072007-03-16T14:05:00.000-07:002007-03-16T14:05:00.000-07:00oh, honey. wow. the little girl view into all of t...oh, honey. wow. the little girl view into all of this is astounding. anyone who thinks kids aren't paying attention are desperately wrong.<BR/><BR/>this is astounding. thank you.Girlplustwohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07056576921114387218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31942236.post-73577260724692686932007-03-16T10:52:00.000-07:002007-03-16T10:52:00.000-07:00Oh, Tabba... I don't have the right words, but I a...Oh, Tabba... I don't have the right words, but I am here reading and thinking of you.OhTheJoyshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05031731198115388411noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31942236.post-17877754915040488782007-03-16T09:15:00.000-07:002007-03-16T09:15:00.000-07:00Maigh: You are absolutely right. One thing I've ...Maigh: You are absolutely right. One thing I've had a hard time reconciling is the fact that my mom loved/loves me, but it wasn't necessarily the best place for me. However, as depressing as all of this is, it does get better. It just helps to write it out. I feel a bit lighter now that I have.<BR/><BR/>Deb: This has me reflecting on my kids too, especially Connor. He's very sensitive to what's going on around him. I wonder what memories he has already. it doesn't sound stupid about not realizing how much kids feel. It's true - we don't always give kids credit in that department.Tabbahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07571583646468537273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31942236.post-86933629540895277862007-03-16T08:44:00.000-07:002007-03-16T08:44:00.000-07:00I didn't know such small children could remember a...I didn't know such small children could remember and feel in such detail. Sounds stupid I know, but I didn't. I wonder what my son remembers.<BR/><BR/>I remember being three, still wearing diapers at night, standing in the hall and my Mum is crying and saying "I just wish I could leave." , which stunned me because I thought, "Mums can't leave, can they?"<BR/><BR/>I guess I remember and feel in detail too, I just forgot. <BR/><BR/>It's so hard being a parent and your parents were so young. It's not an excuse but it is a fact. They had so little life experience to draw on. They didn't know. I still don't know. I think I'm living my own life and then I look down and see my kids and think "Oh crap, it's not just my life anymore." And I've been doing this for 23 years! <BR/><BR/>I'm slightly better at than when I was 21 but still find it hard to reconcile the fact that my life is also a huge part of my children's life.<BR/><BR/>Wow, you made me think hard this morning. Take care.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31942236.post-16982137043862152472007-03-16T06:05:00.000-07:002007-03-16T06:05:00.000-07:00Aw honey. If there's any good in all that too-muc...Aw honey. If there's any good in all that too-much-stuff-for-a-wee-princess tale it's this: you are so incredibily loved, they fought for you. That in itself should help heal.<BR/><BR/>Even if they didn't know what they were doing/think about what they were doing / think about the years and finances involved in therapy (tee hee)...they loved you. So much it hurt.Maighhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06710230378942703079noreply@blogger.com