Can you share an anecdote of how your experiences and/or emotions affected your reality?Can you share an anecdote of how your experiences and/or emotions affected your reality of things such as...
Can you share an anecdote of how your experiences and/or emotions affected your reality?
Can you share an anecdote of how your experiences and/or emotions affected your reality of things such as beliefs, traditions, ethics, or how it changed how you perceived life?
My family consisted of 6 girls, 2 boys and my parents. When I was 32, my younger sister told me that she was having a lump removed from her breast as I had had a benign lump removed at 21. I was casual about it, but devastated two weeks later when the lump was malignant and had already spread. She was never able to handle the amount of chemo she needed and died a year later at the age of 28 just after her daughter's 4th birthday. Five years later almost to the day, my older sister was diagnosed with an even more malignant breast tumor. My mother began to simply shrivel at the death of a third child (one died in childbirth) After helping my sister plan her funeral, never again did I worry about the little things in life which seem so momentous at the time. If it was not life threatening, it wasn't worth getting upset which served me well with one child with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder and the other child with Autism. My perception of life changed to a choice each day to laugh or cry, and I chose to laugh. Life was good even with all the trauma and crises in my life which was a blessing to perceive life this way. It enabled me to handle a very complicated life with joy and laughter.
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I have two children. We laugh and talk a lot. After being falsely accused of child abuse, I now question everything I say and do. Even though my son was diagnosed with a bleeding disorder, the two years of horror that our family endured has ultimately caused me to question my parenting skills even in terms of how I talk to my children. If I had never gone through the horrors of dealing with an agency with no compassion, I would still be laughing and talking freely with my children. Our nightmare didn't change our relationship, in that I still love my kids more than anything in the world, but it did change how we interact, and that is a shame. It is hard to raise children when you are frightened all the time, that you might say the wrong thing. It is also heart breaking to watch your young children live in fear of being attacked again. Our reality is most definitely changed by the horror that we lived through.