SHAME + PARENTING
If a friend had told me, a few years ago, that their daughter hasn’t spoken to him/her for 2-1/2 half years, I’m pretty sure I would’ve made an assumption of some sort.
If a friend had told me, a few years ago, that their daughter hasn’t spoken to him/her for 2-1/2 half years, I’m pretty sure I would’ve made an assumption of some sort.
Occasionally, I’m asked by someone who, after spending some time with me, and whether or not they know I’m working on UnLabelMe, something along the lines of, “Are you ADD?” or “you must be ADHD,” or some such reference to mental health diagnoses.
At this special time when the confluence of so many holidays can fill us with so many feelings and emotions, when transitions abound, I see this period, these segues, as one of “Invitations.”
Whenever I wonder why I’m so deeply called to be the kind of “Storyteller” I somehow have evolved, unfolded, to become, I only have to think of one word. Perspective.