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Jan 24, 2009, 10:06 AM
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Originally Posted by chaotic13
I'm glad you were able to share your pain with someone who was willing and strong enough to hear it.
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Thanks chaotic. You're so right.
It's hard to find people who are really willing to listen and I end up feeling like that character "pigpen" from Charlie Brown, except my dust cloud is sadness. And, because of my grief, no one wants to hear it or hang out with me because they might catch "it."
It triggers the old childhood "tapes" of being told by my grandmother to be strong and not to cry in front of my mother (when my father died) because she needed me to be a big girl now.
Problem was, no one showed me how and at ten years old I didn't know what else to do so I stuffed it. When my brothers died, I tried real hard to stuff those deaths too but there wasn't enough room in storage.
T has helped me "unstuff" enough of it now, that I have room to grieve properly for my mom.
If anyone read this far, thanks for listening. 
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