Comments on: Remembering the Abuse http://www.thespiritualeclectic.com/2008/10/18/remembering-the-abuse/ Because Spirituality Is Not One-Size-Fits All Fri, 03 Feb 2012 01:39:51 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9.1 hourly 1 By: Lorna Tedder http://www.thespiritualeclectic.com/2008/10/18/remembering-the-abuse/comment-page-1/#comment-290 Lorna Tedder Tue, 11 Nov 2008 18:51:32 +0000 http://thespiritualeclectic.wordpress.com/?p=453#comment-290 You are absolutely right. I felt Granddaddy's presence quite a bit during my divorce. If he'd been alive, I'm quite sure Granddaddy/Papa would have been polishing up his guns to take care of things for us. You are absolutely right. I felt Granddaddy’s presence quite a bit during my divorce.

If he’d been alive, I’m quite sure Granddaddy/Papa would have been polishing up his guns to take care of things for us.

]]> By: Pamela L Johnson http://www.thespiritualeclectic.com/2008/10/18/remembering-the-abuse/comment-page-1/#comment-289 Pamela L Johnson Tue, 11 Nov 2008 18:08:16 +0000 http://thespiritualeclectic.wordpress.com/?p=453#comment-289 I meant to comment on this when you first posted it, but alas, time sometimes flies by without notice. I find it amazing on how much we are alike, and how much we align in our experiences. "There were times when I wished he’d change back into the person I knew he could be and had seemed to be, and I kept hoping he would. For years." I found myself uttering those same words for seven years. I would put myself into denial of any trouble and danger, until one day, it literally hit me across the head. I found myself having panic attacks at his touch, trying to find ways to delay going home, and then refusing to take another day of it. I know that Papa would be proud of us, the youngest grandchildren from his own, for standing up for ourselves and taking control. I meant to comment on this when you first posted it, but alas, time sometimes flies by without notice. I find it amazing on how much we are alike, and how much we align in our experiences.

“There were times when I wished he’d change back into the person I knew he could be and had seemed to be, and I kept hoping he would. For years.” I found myself uttering those same words for seven years. I would put myself into denial of any trouble and danger, until one day, it literally hit me across the head. I found myself having panic attacks at his touch, trying to find ways to delay going home, and then refusing to take another day of it.

I know that Papa would be proud of us, the youngest grandchildren from his own, for standing up for ourselves and taking control.

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