Post by kjthesmartone on Feb 10, 2022 23:48:52 GMT -8
My name is Kris and I'm !@#$%ed up.
1985, nuts happened, prosecutor already was upset because I would not cash his check,
so he could pay the hooker. That's our lives right? I do not suffer from Terminal Uniqueness.
(right now, this moment, this ... it's gone now)
Theatrical, yes... are we all.
I am of the male gender since birth, 1950. I'm a survivor of childhood trauma. Aren't humans all?
We were born, is that not "trauma" enough? Well, not now. I was there for both my daughters births,
and youngest 'grand weasel' what do you call a transitioning-adjacent teen, without insulting half the room?
Yes, I belong here. Here is my story.
1986. Sober, because they thought I might be AA. One of my 5, yes five, 'therapists' .. the smart one... said
"i want you to go to 3 12-step meetings a week, 1 program each month, until you've run out of programs."
It was Southern California in the mid-late 80's -- Crack. never even tried it. but other stuff.
Yes we all stuffed things.... and Stuff. want a camera? I just bought... 90 pounds, stopped counting.
No, film, you can't afford to use them. Ha-Ha. right place, too late.
Never too late. Fast forward.. 1988-89... I am 'out' of out patient. Thank Haysoos for the French owning my employers.... $36,000 Big Book! Baby I made it!
ha ha ha
I wasn't alcoholic, but I found love, unconditional love there... and stayed awhile.
My AA Sponser was Clayton B. HIS sponsor is/was Clancy, Pacific Group.
Stories are real. What happened in PG... etc.
CB kept me around long enough to prove to me I did not belong in AA. I did not belong in anything with 'sex' in its Acronym, or clubhouse name.
Meanwhile, lots of stuffing takes place. We stuff feelings, until we are able to express them. My love addiction is pure. According to medicine, journals from the late 90's (I'm pt whatever) and my recent experience, plus my whole live after I was 4 years old. I said, it bears repeating, I'm 72 today.
blah blah blah, vetting bullnuts, I'm just a sober love addict, so this means nothing except I volunteer, jsut wait a few weeks, we are processing now.
Late 80's-early 90's I'm in therapy in Santa Monica, totally home in So. Bay Cali. Native.
Raisging two girls, 11 months apart, because we are accurate, can read calendars.
I find IRC channels, on EFFNET and join #aa because we relate to anyone on our radar. Right?
Ever get cornered by a crazy person? You will "see" bugs in the water. (metaphorically)
or mine is, we are the same but different. Neuropathy Baby! Pure Empath.
not me, UCLA talking. Or their top top top ah its bull---t! we all suffer from the love of a lost something.
Usually a Human. Close to us.
I woke up this morning (at 6:45am mind you 17 hours ago) and realized a 4 (four) year old has been driving this bus for 68 years. My care team, good people all, great team, did the best they could at the time, but in 1986 even the best minds in so cal, paid by french insurance (!!!) misdiagnosed me, and I agreed. They were correct, Death Related Trauma, but not Mom in 1975, the day I graduated college, it was 1954, a week before I turned 5.
I spent more time with that man, than anyone, until the day he dies. Trauma anyone?
I'm glad I looked again, been looking for ... decades? too many groups with too many S in the acronym.
That is not my substance of choice. I worked with Profoundly R----d (Devel. Disabled now, then...)
got all the love I could absorb, taught Kindergarten for a week. Had to stop, never slept I was that high every afternoon-next-morning. NEVER KNEW why until this morning. 6:45AM.
I gues I'm newly sober here, I'll read your lit in the AM my prime time for that part of the brain.
Love LIght Stay Strong
Get 2 Know Me Maybe You Do
I was very active in #AA Effnet 1986-2003... owner, ran Eddie and Marvin (bots) from my home in CA.
Bye Tired, !@#$%ing Exhausted
1985, nuts happened, prosecutor already was upset because I would not cash his check,
so he could pay the hooker. That's our lives right? I do not suffer from Terminal Uniqueness.
(right now, this moment, this ... it's gone now)
Theatrical, yes... are we all.
I am of the male gender since birth, 1950. I'm a survivor of childhood trauma. Aren't humans all?
We were born, is that not "trauma" enough? Well, not now. I was there for both my daughters births,
and youngest 'grand weasel' what do you call a transitioning-adjacent teen, without insulting half the room?
Yes, I belong here. Here is my story.
1986. Sober, because they thought I might be AA. One of my 5, yes five, 'therapists' .. the smart one... said
"i want you to go to 3 12-step meetings a week, 1 program each month, until you've run out of programs."
It was Southern California in the mid-late 80's -- Crack. never even tried it. but other stuff.
Yes we all stuffed things.... and Stuff. want a camera? I just bought... 90 pounds, stopped counting.
No, film, you can't afford to use them. Ha-Ha. right place, too late.
Never too late. Fast forward.. 1988-89... I am 'out' of out patient. Thank Haysoos for the French owning my employers.... $36,000 Big Book! Baby I made it!
ha ha ha
I wasn't alcoholic, but I found love, unconditional love there... and stayed awhile.
My AA Sponser was Clayton B. HIS sponsor is/was Clancy, Pacific Group.
Stories are real. What happened in PG... etc.
CB kept me around long enough to prove to me I did not belong in AA. I did not belong in anything with 'sex' in its Acronym, or clubhouse name.
Meanwhile, lots of stuffing takes place. We stuff feelings, until we are able to express them. My love addiction is pure. According to medicine, journals from the late 90's (I'm pt whatever) and my recent experience, plus my whole live after I was 4 years old. I said, it bears repeating, I'm 72 today.
blah blah blah, vetting bullnuts, I'm just a sober love addict, so this means nothing except I volunteer, jsut wait a few weeks, we are processing now.
Late 80's-early 90's I'm in therapy in Santa Monica, totally home in So. Bay Cali. Native.
Raisging two girls, 11 months apart, because we are accurate, can read calendars.
I find IRC channels, on EFFNET and join #aa because we relate to anyone on our radar. Right?
Ever get cornered by a crazy person? You will "see" bugs in the water. (metaphorically)
or mine is, we are the same but different. Neuropathy Baby! Pure Empath.
not me, UCLA talking. Or their top top top ah its bull---t! we all suffer from the love of a lost something.
Usually a Human. Close to us.
I woke up this morning (at 6:45am mind you 17 hours ago) and realized a 4 (four) year old has been driving this bus for 68 years. My care team, good people all, great team, did the best they could at the time, but in 1986 even the best minds in so cal, paid by french insurance (!!!) misdiagnosed me, and I agreed. They were correct, Death Related Trauma, but not Mom in 1975, the day I graduated college, it was 1954, a week before I turned 5.
I spent more time with that man, than anyone, until the day he dies. Trauma anyone?
I'm glad I looked again, been looking for ... decades? too many groups with too many S in the acronym.
That is not my substance of choice. I worked with Profoundly R----d (Devel. Disabled now, then...)
got all the love I could absorb, taught Kindergarten for a week. Had to stop, never slept I was that high every afternoon-next-morning. NEVER KNEW why until this morning. 6:45AM.
I gues I'm newly sober here, I'll read your lit in the AM my prime time for that part of the brain.
Love LIght Stay Strong
Get 2 Know Me Maybe You Do
I was very active in #AA Effnet 1986-2003... owner, ran Eddie and Marvin (bots) from my home in CA.
Bye Tired, !@#$%ing Exhausted
