Posted on 05/21/2020 12:28:32 PM PDT by Mount Athos
We can’t help who are parents are. THAT is why FRIENDS are so important: we CHOOSE them.
She failed as an actress so this is how she now gets attention. Munchasen by Proxy syndrome.
Her son wasn’t allowed to be a boy but as a girl he wasn’t allowed to be a lesbian either apparently. Tolerant? I don’t think so.
So in this interesting article one wonders about the psychological damage resulting from the failed oedipus urges.
Oh wow...I remember reading about this boy years ago. It is amazing what he endured at the hands of his evil “mother”.
Sounds criminal to me, if true.
His mother should be in jail.
Long read but glad I did. A rare instance where a severely emotionally abused kid fights back and retains his normalcy. Would be great if he and his crush could move to Australia to be with his father. Seems he was happy there.
Such a sad story. The mom was from Califnutfornia, so that’s strike one against this poor kid. From my experience, the inhabitants of that state are VERY gynocentric.
Second strike against the kid is that his mom wanted attention. Kind like a psychological Munchausen By Proxy syndrome.
Third strike is that the dad didn’t fight for his son, who was unable to fight for himself (since he is just a kid).
For nearly all behavior and learning, children look to the adults around them (especially parents, of course) to form knowledge of how the world works, to model their own behavior, and adapt to social norms.
So imagine the effects on a child of having a such domineering and twisted mother, giving such faulty model and life lessons? It’s tragic.
Bump
look at me...... look at me!! Can you see me?
Yep. These kids are brainwashed and trapped.
Pete Townshend wrote a song about this over 50 years ago....
I’m a Boy - The Who
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3apJAMySqrI
I agree totally. Here’s a somewhat long story I want to type out for, well, sanity’s sake.
I’m a beekeeper and member of the local club which is mostly conservative, God fearing, entrepreneur-type folks. A few Amish as well (it’s S.W. Virginia). At meetings it’s mostly business and discussing issues with our bees and how to remedy them.
In January I joined a local mushroom hunting club thinking it would be fun. First meeting was. Folks brought food, wine, beer, had long social time. SEEMED friendly. Skip forward 2 month. It’s now the COVID-19 crisis. The bee club members are still meeting/unafraid long as possible. Mushroom folks? Terrified and stopped meeting well before they had to. So they took to social media. It’s here I find the mushroom folks are liberal, spineless, Godless, atheist/evolutionists. I was saddened. So I spoke out a few times on my beliefs to be called a “Trump supporting, small minded individual who WANTED people to die from the virus.” Others chimed in their support of her against me. I was shocked and angry.
Needless to say, I gave a very, solid piece of my mind (after being further told I lived in a “glass house” and must be a conspiracy theory person) and demanded they take me off their roster, keep my dues, and shove it up their collective arses.
Well, I feel better. The liberals are NOT inclusive. Just the opposite. Very, angry/bitter individuals hiding behind masks of “look how nice I am”! Well, they are not.
There are several celebs doing this to their children.
bkmk
One girl was called Jean Marie
Another little girl was called Felicity
Another little girl was Sally Joy
The other was me, and I'm a boy
My name is Bill, and I'm a head case
They practice making up on my face
Yeah, I feel lucky if I get trousers to wear
Spend evenings taking hairpins from my hair
I'm a boy, I'm a boy
But my ma won't admit it
I'm a boy, I'm a boy
But if I say I am, I get it
Put your frock on, Jean Marie
Plait your hair, Felicity
Paint your nails, little Sally Joy
Put this wig on, little boy
I'm a boy, I'm a boy
But my ma won't admit it
I'm a boy, I'm a boy
But if I say I am, I get it
I want to play cricket on the green
Ride my bike across the street
Cut myself and see my blood
I want to come home all covered in mud
I'm a boy, I'm a boy
But my ma won't admit it
I'm a boy, I'm a boy, I'm a boy
I'm a boy, I'm a boy, I'm a boy, I'm a boy
I'm a boy, I'm a boy, I'm a boy
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