Category Archives: parents

The Voices from our Past: latest column from The Mighty

TODAY Why I Still Carry the Words of My Abusive Father as Someone With Borderline Personality Disorder Keith Gottschalk Contributor • 2 followers Follow Me Borderline Personality Disorder 87K followers Following ✓ Be firstBe first Stupid. Whiny. Spoiled. Lazy. For … Continue reading

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Brain Weasels Attack!

Editor’s Note: I really can be quite humorous at times but lately, as you might have noticed, things have not been going well at all. I write the way I feel and I write, not on a schedule, but when … Continue reading

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Echoes through the years

Big honking ass trigger warning: child abuse. “All these cold and rude Things that you do I suppose you do Because he belongs to you And instead of love And the feel of warmth You’ve given him these cuts And … Continue reading

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An open letter to my dead father

Trigger warning: lots of them; read at your own risk. That young boy without a name anywhere I’d know his face.  In this city the kid’s my favorite.  I’ve seen him. I see him every day.  Seen him run outside … Continue reading

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Nightmares of my Father and other things

I must write this out because I fear if I don’t this day could be worse than I’d imagined. I already clawed my way out of bed 10 minutes late, had a cup of coffee and a small bowl of … Continue reading

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Reflections on the day after Christmas

Not a thing in the US. But it could be. About half of everyone I know gets some kind of sickness or injury around the holidays. My wife has the eternal cough and I am fighting what may be some … Continue reading

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Me and a tree

In the backyard there was a pine tree.    Where I used to sit on the roof. The tree is marked with an arrow. The pool was not there when I climbed it. On the trunk, some branches had been … Continue reading

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