(My) Asperger’s / autism and trust  – the silent wave

 

Once upon a time, I trusted everyone.  The cashier at the grocery store was the perfect audience for a monologue about my rock collection.  When I got my hair styled for Grade 2 school pictures, th…[ ]

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A broken heart…

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A broken heart…

by toni1964blog

There are many kinds of broken hearts. Real Broken Hearts and the broken heart of love unrequited. I know a young girl who is lovely and beautiful. She is educated and very smart. More importantly, she has a heart of gold. She is a good friend, a good daughter, a good sister, and she was a wonderful girlfriend. Going to her boyfriend’s house after work and cooking dinner, being so tired but seeing him anyway. Being so kind to his mother when she was going through a rough time.

Everyone that knew her knew that this young man was just not for her. He only works sometimes, makes excuses not to go to work and complains about money. He knows nothing about romance. He is too lazy to visit her at work for lunch or bring her a coffee even though is not working. He complains when they go out because he doesn’t want to spend his money buying dinner or drinks.

He said terrible things to her that I would never put in writing. He walked out of her house over the weekend because of something very stupid. She stayed up half the night in sadness but went to work the next day anyway.

Her heart is shattered and her trust in men is nil. Wise people in her life who have gone through break ups before can see that this is probably one of the greatest things that could have happened to her. Her family is relieved but they grieve because she is heart broken and very teary from time and time. She is lonesome, and yet very young and doesn’t understand what she did to make him leave for good.

Those of us that know her know that she did absolutely nothing. He is just what we would call “a bad apple”….and we pray for her to move on quickly….

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God keeps telling us it will be all right… -Aleteia.org

 

I love you, Lord, my strength, my rock, my fortress, my savior. My God is the rock where I take refuge, my shield, my mighty help, my stronghold. The Lord is worthy of all praise. When I call I am saved from my foes. –Psalm 18:2-4

There is no fear in love, but perfect love casts out fear. For fear has to do with punishment, and he who fears is not perfected in love. We love because he first loved us.-1 John 4:18-19

My three-year-old niece has always been a bit of a fraidy-cat. When she was 2, she was so terrified of new people that when someone walked into the house she would screw her eyes shut and cling to whoever happened to be holding her. For 2 hours. Even when the stranger was my 95-year-old grandmother.

She’s been working on it as she grows. Frequently, she’ll announce to her family that she’s “vewy bwave” because she can do scary things like have a ladybug land on her or play in the street all by herself (don’t worry, we explained the difference between brave and stupid).

But with all her big talk, she’s still easily frightened. So I shouldn’t have expected the 4th of July to go smoothly. But we’d been talking about fireworks and she was a good distance away from the driveway where her father was setting them off. She seemed ready.

Then the first Roman candle went off and so did Elizabeth, screaming in terror and fleeing for her life, past the carport and the garden and the cherry tree, running for the woods and anything that she could put between her and the terror of those fireworks.

I chased her, of course, calling for her to come back, but she was having none of it. When I finally caught her, she clung to me like she’s never clung before—not even in the horror of a visit from a pleasant old lady—and sobbed, “Take me far, far away! Take me very, very far away!”[..]

 

Source: God keeps telling us it will be all right… – Top Stories – Aleteia.org – Worldwide Catholic Network Sharing Faith Resources for those seeking Truth – Aleteia.org

Are you “Attached” to your Therapist?

yes, this is an experience I have had several times

living in stigma

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I still have feelings of attachment for my present therapist of 6 years, it’s tough not to due to this stranger who has earned my trust, validated my feelings and permitted me to speak without interruption.  Not once did I ever see that expression of “whatever” or disbelief that I had become accustomed to when I was a child from my narcissistic mother. 

A psychotherapy blog I found that explains many topics is: Moments of Change where they have included an article on “Attachment in Therapy

The consulting room is an emotional candy store. It is a place where you are the only person in the world and it’s all about you.  The therapist has no other mission but to understand you just as you are and help you heal and grow.  It is as close as you can come in adult life to the…

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