this reflects a lot of people’s experience of their mothers, I’m guessing. She’s “gone psychiatric” is an interesting way to put it. I provided a link to read Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilmore if you’re interested! I too am a FSA survivor. The dynamics are transgenerational and so complicated. I’m glad you’re here!
Holy shit, it’s 1:38 in the morning and I’ve been reading this post and links — every word — and listening to the music provided (although the song by Wayne didn’t play on my phone), and thinking about what kind of mother I am and how my children perceive their world, and how my perception of their perception might be inaccurate and how I must be open to their inputs and believe what they present as truth; and what I’ll write about my mother and father and whether what I’ve already written about them is suitable; and how once I was old enough to understand how my parents’ parenting influenced me, and wonder how their parents’ parenting influenced them, I became hyperconscious of how my parenting affects my daughters (for better or worse) and how I justify why I am the way I am through the myths of my daughterhood and motherhood and how I haven’t wondered as deeply about my sisters and how different we all are, having been borne of the same parents—and each parented differently by the same two people. This post packs a wallop! I’ll save it. It might give me dreams.
Well, I'm so glad I ran into you here today. I didn't realize you were sober until I read this and I didn't know how aligned our thoughts on motherhood and live would be. This is a beautiful piece. Thank you.
this reflects a lot of people’s experience of their mothers, I’m guessing. She’s “gone psychiatric” is an interesting way to put it. I provided a link to read Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilmore if you’re interested! I too am a FSA survivor. The dynamics are transgenerational and so complicated. I’m glad you’re here!
Yasssss! That makes you an honorary member of my Poetry Church of Misfits!
Holy shit, it’s 1:38 in the morning and I’ve been reading this post and links — every word — and listening to the music provided (although the song by Wayne didn’t play on my phone), and thinking about what kind of mother I am and how my children perceive their world, and how my perception of their perception might be inaccurate and how I must be open to their inputs and believe what they present as truth; and what I’ll write about my mother and father and whether what I’ve already written about them is suitable; and how once I was old enough to understand how my parents’ parenting influenced me, and wonder how their parents’ parenting influenced them, I became hyperconscious of how my parenting affects my daughters (for better or worse) and how I justify why I am the way I am through the myths of my daughterhood and motherhood and how I haven’t wondered as deeply about my sisters and how different we all are, having been borne of the same parents—and each parented differently by the same two people. This post packs a wallop! I’ll save it. It might give me dreams.
Woah! You just made my day - scratch that - everything. This is everything, Michelle!
Well, I'm so glad I ran into you here today. I didn't realize you were sober until I read this and I didn't know how aligned our thoughts on motherhood and live would be. This is a beautiful piece. Thank you.
Thank you Heather! Thrilled to be in convo with you here.
Thanks for this one again
You’re so welcome.
Wow. I love this.
I thought you might! Especially after hearing you on Disaffected tonight.