tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145812932021037131.post6439393694033218139..comments2021-06-21T04:08:50.218+02:00Comments on Scatha Rising From Ashes: Teenage diariesScathahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10142503058944423178noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145812932021037131.post-52748438498076657892012-11-08T16:15:32.433+01:002012-11-08T16:15:32.433+01:00Thank you. Thank you very much TW. The world is a ...Thank you. Thank you very much TW. The world is a better place, because you are in it.<br /><br />Because all of you are.<br /><br />And I'm starting to learn that it is a better place also because I'm still here.Scathahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10142503058944423178noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145812932021037131.post-40703698061410243392012-11-08T16:12:32.548+01:002012-11-08T16:12:32.548+01:00I would really like to hug you now.
I think I kn...I would really like to hug you now. <br /><br />I think I know how you feel about your journals. I felt exactly the same what you have described here. I rather sacrificed my memories, than to have to revisit them again.Scathahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10142503058944423178noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145812932021037131.post-14874166398946811232012-11-08T16:10:11.822+01:002012-11-08T16:10:11.822+01:00My... it must have been painful and scary when you...My... it must have been painful and scary when you realized it. <br /><br />I was always surprised how NM knew things about me I didn't even know about myself. And I never ever thought that she read them.<br /><br />It also took me a long time to realize that I mistook her lack of respecting my (nonexistent anyway) boundaries and privacy for love.Scathahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10142503058944423178noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145812932021037131.post-84650723733850347882012-11-06T00:20:49.345+01:002012-11-06T00:20:49.345+01:00scatha, There's enough pain there to have gone...scatha, There's enough pain there to have gone up in flames without you ever even having to light it yourself.<br />You were a POSSESSION, Little One, no more, no less. Of course you were NOT "allowed" to demonstrate any autonomy, any personal thoughts/feelings etc. Neither is a curtain rod: It's positioned "just so" to hold up a shade, a curtain, a means to keep the "prying eyes" of the outside world OUT, the Inside world free from examination. Even though you "knew better" than to write anything re: NM/FOO in your second diary the pain was unmistakable. And unbearable.<br />ALL OF THAT bought you to where you are TODAY. You are STILL viewed as a "Possession" to your NM. Think about this a bit: If you SURVIVED all THAT, what on this beautiful earth would lead you to believe for one second you don't possess within yourself, all you *need* to "repossess" yourself? To open the shades, curtains, windows and let in the fresh air and sunshine of honesty and scatha's reality IN?<br />TWTundra Womanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12262066568878267648noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145812932021037131.post-14047344977040753242012-11-05T23:29:20.763+01:002012-11-05T23:29:20.763+01:00I don't think NM read my journals. I did take ...I don't think NM read my journals. I did take the whole stack from 6th grade to middle twenties and dumped them all in the trash. I didn't want to revisit those events. I do remember reading a bit before I did the purge, and I didn't remember any of the events I wrote about. I decided to sacrifice all the memories so I didn't have to remember anymore of the bad stuff. I sometimes wish I'd burned them.Judyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07843239483061220089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145812932021037131.post-11751689908274081592012-11-05T23:15:24.700+01:002012-11-05T23:15:24.700+01:00My mom used to go through my personal belongings a...My mom used to go through my personal belongings and read my diaries. I didn't write about my parents either. Mostly it was my teenaged hopes, trials, heartbreaks. It took me a long time to realize that my mother read them, shared the info with my father, then sneakily used the info to control me without letting slip that they knew some of my most private thoughts. Judithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16354890444410748967noreply@blogger.com