Category: Pearl

11/11/20 (This post could contain triggers for some people) It’s going to take a while to unpack Monday’s post. It’s actually just a snippet of what happened during that period.  I’m not trying to imply I had the worst childhood ever by any means but I am saying it was horrific at times and I… Continue reading Beginning to unpack Monday’s post.

(11/9/20) (This could have triggers for some people) Still Innocent  Fractured memories remain in my mind, The first, a snapshot image of a kind   of horror that wishes to remain untold, it happened so young and never grows old. (It was never my fault, NEVER my fault.) There’s a dreaded room at the end… Continue reading Continuation of Little Pearl’s years, “Still Innocent”

(11/6/20) Not to brag, but it only took me TWENTY years to get my associates degree! (I can be a bit slow at accomplishing some things :))   I had taken a philosophy class somewhere toward the beginning of this educational odyssey and loved it.  When it came time to do a report on a… Continue reading Yogi!

(Wed., Nov. 4, 2020) L.P. = Little Pearl, who is me for first 7 years of life. See ‘Cast of Characters’ (can reach from home page menu) or for more detailed explanation refer to post titled ‘Dissociation’ dated 10/14/20. E.P. = Elder Pearl is me at current age Every time repressed memories start slithering up… Continue reading The Immutable Truth About Ourselves

(11/2/20) (This post could contain some triggers for some people) I’ll be honest with you, writing about what happened with my mother (blog dated 10/19/20) during Little Pearl’s era was difficult.  Trying to make myself write about this post’s subject and what’ll be coming up over the next several weeks kinda makes me wanna vomit.… Continue reading When hell began in earnest

(Friday, 10/30/20) (This poem was inspired by the Charles Wysocki print at the bottom of this page.) Rise at the break of day, tiptoe passed the master’s way; find my way down darkened halls,  to the kitchen, my own four walls. Brew the coffee, toast the bread, sizzle the bacon, break those eggs. Quietly though,… Continue reading The Milkman and the Maid

(Wed. 10/28/20) Child predators are rarely recognized for what they are.  They have an act they perform that make them appear as benevolent citizens of society. They earn their potential victim’s (and usually their family’s) trust with calculated kindness before they make discretely insidious malevolent moves.  This is called ‘grooming’ .  They build trust so… Continue reading Predatory Groomers

(Mon., Oct. 26, 2020.) I just returned home from Onsite Workshops in Tennessee.  Onsite is a beautiful, safe place where some of the best therapists in the country go to lead various programs that help people improve their quality of life and/or relationships.  They offer six day workshops with different themes, four day individual or… Continue reading I KNOW . . .

(Alas, the beloved beings this is about have since gone onto their feline Heaven.  This was originally written during their lifetime.) Who says you can’t give a cat a bath?  Two of my felines get bathed twice daily.  Of course, I’m fairly certain we’d all rather suck lemons instead but it is doable; tolerable if… Continue reading The Cat Caper

Wednesday, October 21, 2020 Some of the effects of what my mother did still linger in spite of years of various therapies. Don’t  get me wrong, I’ve come a looooong way. It recently occurred to me that in addition to the dysfunctional behaviors I’ve been working on there are now new ones cropping up, which… Continue reading Real Love