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| marlon, fashion, uk, sociology, porn, crime fiction, fiction, cd, india news, newcity's extra raw, susanna kaysen, hot manga, nurse, alia shawcat, alpine valley, maternal, music, free xxx, | I see the stories that we've told in our book as a necessary cauterization of a horrible festering wound. When one's soul is as wounded as ours have been, the only cure is daylight and fresh air--in other words, we must tell our stories, whether or not the world in general thinks these stories film festival are "appropriate." Shame--our mothers' shame, our shame, society's shame--makes the problem worse. So-called advice that all of us have been film festival given--"So you had a rotten childhood; film festival get over it!"--really is evidence of the advice-giver's discomfort with our pain. That's their problem. I can't heal unless I talk about it and have someone hear me, whether or not others want to listen. Further, as a writing teacher, I know that writing is one of the best therapies. (Recent studies even suggest that one can relieve the symptoms of asthma and arthritis by writing about past traumatic events!) |
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| Education was not valued by my sociology mother, and though my father valued it, anything beyond a bachelor's degree was overkill. (Fortunately, my husband believes in education, and we've taken turns going to school.) Most importantly, the people I sociology admired most from a young age were sociology my teachers. I was a voracious reader from early childhood, so teachers liked me and encouraged me. I wanted to be like these women and men who seemed to have it all--knowledge, happiness, success. For me, returning to school wasn't a matter of courage as much as it was a matter of survival. Did writing this book help you heal? If so, how? Writing this book put an end to the nightmares. Like many daughters of alcoholic mothers, I have suffered for years from Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. Even talking about my life with my mother would cause me to grow very cold and begin to shake, as though I could not get warm. I've suffered memory loss to some degree, though not as much as my sister, who insists that she doesn't remember most of her teen-age years. |
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