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<blockquote data-quote="DarkwingPsyduck" data-source="post: 688605" data-attributes="member: 20267"><p>Maybe it's a bit different in my case. The adults that should have loved me the way that you love your son did not. The concept of unconditional love was entirely foreign to me. My friends' parents, who allowed me to stay with them for extended periods of time after mom died, certainly cared about me. I adored them. They were excellent people, and ALWAYS did their best to make me feel welcome. I was grateful for that. Still, at the end of the day, I felt like a charity case. Something I obviously tried to avoid being, as I was on the run from child protective services. Then my aunt and uncle come into the picture, and I expected this to be no different. Probably worse, considering they didn't even know me. Instead, they have shown such generosity and compassion. Every time I messed up, regardless of how serious the mistake, I always expected them to be done with me. Not because I thought poorly of them, but because of how poorly I thought of myself. I am only now starting to understand what I mean to them, especially my aunt. My uncle is like my best friend. I adore him, and we get along generally well. It is still uncomfortable for me, because I don't believe I really deserve it, and I cannot comprehend it. They pulled me back up when I was at my lowest. Never hesitating to do everything they possibly could. They have no obligation to do that. She is my great aunt, and uncle isn't even blood. I am not their child, or their responsibility.</p><p></p><p>My sobriety, in large part, is because of them, and for them. Before them, what reason could I possibly have had to try to do any better? Give your son something to thrive for. Something to reach for. Once we hit rock bottom, we are ready to do the work. It is at our lowest point that we are open to the greatest change.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="DarkwingPsyduck, post: 688605, member: 20267"] Maybe it's a bit different in my case. The adults that should have loved me the way that you love your son did not. The concept of unconditional love was entirely foreign to me. My friends' parents, who allowed me to stay with them for extended periods of time after mom died, certainly cared about me. I adored them. They were excellent people, and ALWAYS did their best to make me feel welcome. I was grateful for that. Still, at the end of the day, I felt like a charity case. Something I obviously tried to avoid being, as I was on the run from child protective services. Then my aunt and uncle come into the picture, and I expected this to be no different. Probably worse, considering they didn't even know me. Instead, they have shown such generosity and compassion. Every time I messed up, regardless of how serious the mistake, I always expected them to be done with me. Not because I thought poorly of them, but because of how poorly I thought of myself. I am only now starting to understand what I mean to them, especially my aunt. My uncle is like my best friend. I adore him, and we get along generally well. It is still uncomfortable for me, because I don't believe I really deserve it, and I cannot comprehend it. They pulled me back up when I was at my lowest. Never hesitating to do everything they possibly could. They have no obligation to do that. She is my great aunt, and uncle isn't even blood. I am not their child, or their responsibility. My sobriety, in large part, is because of them, and for them. Before them, what reason could I possibly have had to try to do any better? Give your son something to thrive for. Something to reach for. Once we hit rock bottom, we are ready to do the work. It is at our lowest point that we are open to the greatest change. [/QUOTE]
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