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moose eater

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Well you sure put your time and expertise into that one. if you dont mind id like to show my mom. Im sure she would agree with you. I want to also be up forward with you now that we are going into a professional level that im also a very good sociopath and you are pretty much spot on. I use alot of these defense mechanisms for a reason. its just easier most of the time. the reason i didnt want to reveal this is because i dont use it to take advantage of anyone. in fact i use it to my advantage. i make it a point to people that just because i might know these kinds of people doesnt mean i ACT like those kinds of people.

So yeah im good when im around normal people. but when im around people i know are fucked i gotta put that tough guy baddass kiler persona on. mind you it isnt easy at 5'5 but somehow i managed to get a good reputation going.Damn sorry. your better than my paid therapists. i only see them because i get my seraquil. Sorry man. i see you put alot into that. it was great. but your spot on. i dont like taking advantage of people even though i know its a part of life. ive had very good luck with very nice people when i was a kick homeless. awe shucks. This is why im still here after about 20 years now. ive been here for more than half of my life. that almost in a way kinda means something. i hope to give back one day. i mean that you guys helped me a lot when my house burned down. love you guys.
You're a decent guy, 'hawk. Sometimes there's a borderline persona going on that wants reassurance as a matter of repeated course. The stuff your dad didn't do for you often enough. I carry some of that myself.

Just keep fertilizing that good guy part in ways that it grows healthy.

We can all act like a badass sometimes for different reasons.

My kids grew up with a MH guy, dope grower, dope dealer, and political organizer/activist as a dad, who is very direct in my addressing of issues, critical, OCD, and doesn't take shit, and who carried a firearm and slept with a firearm as matters of course, collected class III weapons and did high-profile activism, as well as riding a Harley and living in a constant state of vigilance for the combined (sometimes extreme or severe) stressors often inherently bouncing around from that bundle of character and identity... who grew up with some extreme violence and a bit of death generated by people who were supposed to love and care for each other.

I know a fair bit about much of the paths we're communicating about.

Be reasonably good or kind to yourself, 'hawk. To sound even more smulchy and Stewart Smalley-ish, though it's true, we're the last best friend we'll potentially ever have in ourselves in this life.

We either make ourselves good friends to ourselves, or not so good friends to ourselves, or sometimes enemies to ourselves, and there's enough of those last two potentially in others we meet in life that we don't need to pile on.
 
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shithawk420

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You're a decent guy, 'hawk. Sometimes there's a borderline persona going on that wants reassurance as a matter of repeated course. The stuff your dad didn't do for you often enough. I carry some of that myself.

Just keep fertilizing that good guy part in ways that it grows healthy.

We can all act like a badass sometimes for different reasons.

My kids grew up with a MH guy, dope grower, dope dealer, and political organizer/activist as a dad, who is very direct in my addressing of issues, critical, OCD, and doesn't take shit, and who carried a firearm and slept with a firearm as matters of course, collected class III weapons and did high-profile activism, as well as riding a Harley and living in a constant state of vigilance for the combined (sometimes extreme or severe) stressors often inherently bouncing around from that bundle of character and identity... who grew up with some extreme violence and a bit of death generated by people who were supposed to love and care for each other.

I know a fair bit about much of the paths we're communicating about.

Be reasonably good or kind to yourself, 'hawk. To sound even more smulchy and Stewart Smalley-ish, though it's true, we're the last best friend we'll ever have in ourselves in this life.

We either make ourselves good friends to ourselves, or not so good friends to ourselves, or sometimes enemies to ourselves, and there's enough of that last two potentially in others we meet in life that we don't need to pile on.
As much as my dad is an asshole he did say the same thinkg from Stewart Smalley. Im good enough,im smart enough and gosh darnit people like me! I know i need to pick up the slack. i think he told it to himself.I need a Pint now.My brain wont let myself heal because i dont deserve it. Ive done too many things and i cant forget. i need benzos and they wont give them too me. i never had a problem with them
 

moose eater

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As much as my dad is an asshole he did say the same thinkg from Stewart Smalley. Im good enough,im smart enough and gosh darnit people like me! I know i need to pick up the slack. i think he told it to himself.I need a Pint now.My brain wont let myself heal because i dont deserve it. Ive done too many things and i cant forget. i need benzos and they wont give them too me. i never had a problem with them
re. the benzos, most people never have a problem with a Kenworth either, until they meet one on the highway at high-speed going the other way..

It's not likely to ever be about forgetting 'hawk. It can be, however, about rearranging the focus and emphasis to make it more accepting and kinder on the spirit.

Or, as one therapist in Anchorage told me in the midst of discussing a PTSD-generated dream and crisis, at a time I had more than enough clients who were suicidal in the later early 1990s, and my younger brother had just died, "You need to turn your bison into a field mouse."

It was in re. to a sweaty panicked dream about guilt and being found to have committed a crime in a public place that involved me killing a bison in a park at a pavilion on a hiking trail with people/hikers approaching, and I was about to be discovered. As benign or humorous as it might sound, the dream was terrifying, hinging on that whole, "someone will see me as less-than and guilty, or as a bad guy."

I was terrified of making the wrong call with clients and having someone get hurt, and my missing some key factor.

Some of my family's deaths it took me years to find what was real and cry for them.

I forgave every person in my family, and sometimes myself, for shit that went down that didn't need to, including their deaths, again, emphasizing there's none who are perfect, and every one of us takes responsibility for our actions someday (I hope), then needs to address those in a level way, and pack them where they belong, forgive and move forward, or there's a barrier that's harder to overcome.

I was in my early 30s and in grad school before I finally answered myself as to whether I loved my father or not. I did. He was gravely imperfect and a very confused, conflicted man, and I forgave him for offing himself in '68. Without that forgiveness and the forgiveness of/toward/for others, I'd have been far more stuck in that place than otherwise.
 
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