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I miss my sister...for the first time in say 55 years.
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<blockquote data-quote="Scent of Cedar *" data-source="post: 654793" data-attributes="member: 17461"><p>The horrible part of this is that <em>if you allow it</em> they can safely believe it, too. Abusers abuse because they abuse. They are differently wired than we are.</p><p></p><p>Abuse in nothing personal.</p><p></p><p>It is not personal to you.</p><p></p><p>If you could know your abuser's past, and there are so many degrees of exposure and abuse, you would find the pattern of it.</p><p></p><p>That is how you know you were targeted, from the beginning.</p><p></p><p>Caterpillars look very different than butterflies. Abusive people hate to see courage or strength or beauty because they are hiding from their own.</p><p></p><p>They will destroy you, every time.</p><p></p><p>They would love a world of caterpillars that never suspected their own truths.</p><p></p><p>And they would kill them dead before they begin to change, before they begin to awaken and to claim their true natures, if they could do it.</p><p></p><p>That is what abusers do.</p><p></p><p>Nothing personal to it, at all.</p><p></p><p>Fear.</p><p></p><p>That is what drives them.</p><p></p><p>Fear.</p><p></p><p>It is hard to be afraid of the usual things when you are dancing with the Sun.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Thank heaven for that one. Sucks, to smile all the time while people are eviscerating your liver so they won't feel badly about the blood on their shoes.</p><p></p><p>Stop smiling, Copa. No frowning, either. Just watch, and listen. You will be amazed.</p><p></p><p>Quiet inside, Copa.</p><p></p><p>The world is a very different place than we knew.</p><p></p><p>We are very strong.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Yes.</p><p></p><p>That is why she hides it from herself.</p><p></p><p>Here is a secret.</p><p></p><p>One day, she will decide she has been a caterpillar long enough, too. She will begin her change. </p><p></p><p>Until then, communication will be a difficult thing.</p><p></p><p>I don't imagine caterpillars believe it, when the butterflies sing.</p><p></p><p>Cedar</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Scent of Cedar *, post: 654793, member: 17461"] The horrible part of this is that [I]if you allow it[/I] they can safely believe it, too. Abusers abuse because they abuse. They are differently wired than we are. Abuse in nothing personal. It is not personal to you. If you could know your abuser's past, and there are so many degrees of exposure and abuse, you would find the pattern of it. That is how you know you were targeted, from the beginning. Caterpillars look very different than butterflies. Abusive people hate to see courage or strength or beauty because they are hiding from their own. They will destroy you, every time. They would love a world of caterpillars that never suspected their own truths. And they would kill them dead before they begin to change, before they begin to awaken and to claim their true natures, if they could do it. That is what abusers do. Nothing personal to it, at all. Fear. That is what drives them. Fear. It is hard to be afraid of the usual things when you are dancing with the Sun. Thank heaven for that one. Sucks, to smile all the time while people are eviscerating your liver so they won't feel badly about the blood on their shoes. Stop smiling, Copa. No frowning, either. Just watch, and listen. You will be amazed. Quiet inside, Copa. The world is a very different place than we knew. We are very strong. Yes. That is why she hides it from herself. Here is a secret. One day, she will decide she has been a caterpillar long enough, too. She will begin her change. Until then, communication will be a difficult thing. I don't imagine caterpillars believe it, when the butterflies sing. Cedar [/QUOTE]
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