Distorted expectations were drilled into, ill-fitted squezed around, and demanded of me.
All they wanted, “reasonably,” was conscription of my soul’s blind obedience in puppet dancing to irrational rules and obligations.
Rejection, judgement, and deep shame eruptions into my bloodstream by implanted mines set to trigger at “disobedience” awaited my even daring to breathe
Pavlovian training associations with elders top downing has me seeking how to purge regressive programming.
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