jay | overall, pretty good

I'm hoarse, my throat is sore, and I'm tipsy. My brother had tickets from work to an NFL game (Falcons vs. Panthers) and we went and screamed ourselves hoarse.

patgreene tried to call once, but it was just too loud.

More importantly, I brought up some deep-seated issues with my parents today.

I brought up my past physical and sexual abuse issues, why I hadn't felt I could tell them at the time,and the anger that I had harbored, then and later. It was scary beforehand.

They gave me mixed messages, made it unsafe at home to bring it up when I'd been beaten or abused. Parenting is hard... I'm sure I'm making mistakes too with mine. Hindsight is easy.

Both of my parents were abused as children... my mother was the child of a likely-autistic alcoholic. She tried to make things nice... low stress, low energy so it would feel safe. Counselled me to turn the other cheek. Later beat up on herself for years afterward.

My father... his older brother died (of appendicitis) when he was three, then their father became only partially functional... like

patgreene's case, except that instead of being ignored, he became a scapegoat and attracted weekly beatings with a pear branch by his father. He couldn't strike back then, or run away... hence his urging me to strike out at my tormentors. Projection, in opposite directions, from both parents. A cock-up, really...

(In a Hendrixian sense, it is pretty clear where I found some of the things I'm working on in my relationship with Pat...)

No ill intent... it was easier to conpare notes than I'd expected. This afteernoon, I helped with household projects until time to leave for the game... made harder there after Coby lost our tickets (we subsequently got them reissued).