Abandoment is so ingrained in my being, that when I get sick I worry about who is going to step in and care for me. it is me and my dear friends. I asked a friend of mine if he could prepare some chicken soup and he was generous in offering including tylenol. My being ill does not have to be like when i was growing up. I remember my mother feeding me, no longer on a diet for that time period. I could have whatever I wanted and she took care of me. Off course there were alot of gaps in my memory and each time I am ill, I step into working with my young places and take part in online checkers, found tic tac toe online and some childrens games including watching movies and hanging out. Hanging out means outside of my home. it is interesting how i feel vacant at times not knowing how to fill up my time while ill, especially when my bathtub is not available for use or one part of my home needs repair. it is a continous practice and process.
Sheri Ahava Cohen
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