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<blockquote data-quote="ScentofCedar" data-source="post: 19900" data-attributes="member: 3353"><p>This is something that helped me create a mental picture of what interactions in my family of origin are like. Part of the problem for those of us with dysfunctional family systems is that we bought in to that whole Ozzie and Harriet idea that life is tidy and everyone is always attractive, so we feel ashamed of ourselves and our families when the baloney starts to fly. (Just to clarify a point? I am dysfunctional as they come, too ~ and wouldn't have it any other way, really. Dysfunctional family systems are so weird and interesting and unbelieveable!)</p><p></p><p>I wish my children had not been hurt by my dysfunction, if that is what happened to them ~ other than that though, I am okay with the craziness, once I remember what I am going to post now.</p><p></p><p>My sister tells me to envision a toxic pond where the frogs are breedng happily away and living their lives in the toxic waters, the daily exposure to the toxic chemicals changing them right down to the DNA. The frogs themselves have no idea. Eventually, the pond has become so toxic that one of the frogs decides she has had enough, and manages to drag herself onto the bank. From her new perspective, she sees that the pond is so toxic it actually glows in the dark. (My whole family is practically irridescent, guys!!!) But the point is that the frog has achieved enough perspective to realize there is something wrong with the pond. Over a long period of time, the frog makes it up the bank and away from the pond and even from the sluggish, polluted river that feeds it.</p><p></p><p>But once she is far away from the pond and her skin has grown back and her bones have become strong and her eyes have grown clear and her vision sharp? She begins to disbelieve that the pond was as toxic as she remembers it to have been.</p><p></p><p>She turns around.</p><p></p><p>Soon enough, she can smell the toxicity that rises from the direction of the still unseen pond.</p><p></p><p>But to her, it smells like...home. It smells like familiarity and family and so, she continues in the direction of the pond.</p><p></p><p>Before you know it, she has been drawn back into the poison pond.</p><p></p><p>And that is where she will lay her eggs, of course.</p><p></p><p>*****************</p><p></p><p>Good story, isn't it?</p><p></p><p>There is no guilt in wandering away from our own poison ponds.</p><p></p><p>And there is no shame in missing our families. Toxic as that environment may be, it smells just like home, to us.</p><p></p><p>Barbara</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="ScentofCedar, post: 19900, member: 3353"] This is something that helped me create a mental picture of what interactions in my family of origin are like. Part of the problem for those of us with dysfunctional family systems is that we bought in to that whole Ozzie and Harriet idea that life is tidy and everyone is always attractive, so we feel ashamed of ourselves and our families when the baloney starts to fly. (Just to clarify a point? I am dysfunctional as they come, too ~ and wouldn't have it any other way, really. Dysfunctional family systems are so weird and interesting and unbelieveable!) I wish my children had not been hurt by my dysfunction, if that is what happened to them ~ other than that though, I am okay with the craziness, once I remember what I am going to post now. My sister tells me to envision a toxic pond where the frogs are breedng happily away and living their lives in the toxic waters, the daily exposure to the toxic chemicals changing them right down to the DNA. The frogs themselves have no idea. Eventually, the pond has become so toxic that one of the frogs decides she has had enough, and manages to drag herself onto the bank. From her new perspective, she sees that the pond is so toxic it actually glows in the dark. (My whole family is practically irridescent, guys!!!) But the point is that the frog has achieved enough perspective to realize there is something wrong with the pond. Over a long period of time, the frog makes it up the bank and away from the pond and even from the sluggish, polluted river that feeds it. But once she is far away from the pond and her skin has grown back and her bones have become strong and her eyes have grown clear and her vision sharp? She begins to disbelieve that the pond was as toxic as she remembers it to have been. She turns around. Soon enough, she can smell the toxicity that rises from the direction of the still unseen pond. But to her, it smells like...home. It smells like familiarity and family and so, she continues in the direction of the pond. Before you know it, she has been drawn back into the poison pond. And that is where she will lay her eggs, of course. ***************** Good story, isn't it? There is no guilt in wandering away from our own poison ponds. And there is no shame in missing our families. Toxic as that environment may be, it smells just like home, to us. Barbara [/QUOTE]
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