I can remember my longterm t back in the 70s and 80s telling me, no thats what youre thinking tell me what youre feeeeeeling. I needed a new century for it to start to make sense to me. But i also remember thinking, i think this means my family doesnt like me much - and thatcant possibly be true - can it?

My brother and other people told me, oh you cant accept that your parents werent perfect. That sounds like im mad that they were at 90 percent. But really they were at like ten percent. Thats a whole different thing to "accept". To acknowledge how it affected you.

Then thats what my last t here fixed. We ackowledged that i was affected, and he fixed it. Now i assume everyone is glad to see me! Or at least i dont walk into a room with all this baggage going oh i know you dont want to talk to me ... Somewhere in between there