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Alienation Borg : Poxluğun Broken Finger Psychiatry Distorted Realities : Through The Broken Mirrorclick on the picture to watch it on youtube SONGLINE: Ölmeden Mezara | สถาปนิกแมงมุมร้องไห้ ~ YER: Post Mortem UTS, Wombatistan >>> alienation, aus terör, cheesecake, compass, language compression, psychorectology 143 thecheesecake | 1:15 | 20 Mar 2022 >>> chain-linked item : language compression series
They continued their downward spiral, endlessly regurgitating the mantra of needing effective treatment and support, within an industry that often creates problems to sell superficial solutions. The root of the distress lay buried in a childhood marked by a tyrannical father and a mother who was a psychotic food pusher. In such an environment, the struggle to find genuine healing was impossible. The industry found convenience in blaming the children, accusing them of having poor boundaries when, in reality, they never stood a chance. How can children construct boundaries when they're raised by bulldozers? The odds are stacked against you. The notion of winning, doesn't even get to exist as a remote possibility. The only thing that could halt these emotional bulldozers, is the scrutiny of outsiders who had more power than them--| something typically silenced by grandparents or in-laws who maintain the status quo. They incessantly criticised your inability to say «NO», oblivious to the fact that those kind of bulldozers were incapable of understanding anything beyond their own will. Children were prescribed pills that barely functioned like true narcotics, all under the guise of waiting for relief that never came--| 6 to 8 weeks, they always said, no more - no less. It was no different to the lobotomies of compliance, in the name of, «Be nice & do what your bulldozer says!». The unspoken truth was that these sessions, which cost $360 AUD an hour, only served to reflect the family’s dysfunction back at them, conveniently billed to Medicare. As the session neared its end, the therapist’s tentative glance at their watch, signalled the abrupt conclusion of conversations that never truly began--| conversations lost in the social portals of schools & homes that needed walls. This was the beginning of being able to finally catch the groove of the rhythm. It obvsiously required a number of practise runs, to set aside the distractions caused by syncopations VS learning how to co-ordinate together with them. It was a valuable exercise, to get acquainted with the kind of language muscles that were required for pacing. This experience was similar to being a 4-legged newborn creature, unstable on it's legs at first - but not requiring a short eternity to learn how to walk. It was also similar, to never learning how to ride a bike, but trying to fumble on one for the first time in your 20s.
TRANSCRIPT: aptal guru ayna lazım ol'duğunu gәrәk dә'di. saklan'ılmış kəndi'likliğin hak'qında, postuwl'yaɉıyalağuw sade'ɉe insan-ol'arak-kim'i dam'ğasını vur'dular. kendi'lәrini ön'emseme ve saygı duy'ma sez'imi, bir kuruş sağ'ma yeten'eklәrine bağ'lıydı, çek'iɉi çarpık ϸoz'ulanmış akraba'lık tuzak'lârla patolojik tanı'mlârdan ol'uşanla bir labirent'in işç'inde, ver'imsiz psikopat boş-boğaz'lıq, çık'ânmaz psi'kiyatristlәr yaz'ıldılâr, tedavi işç'in hiç aç'ık büfe teklif'i et'međәn bir-ara'da-hәr'kesi-tedavi'lađân harika hap'lârları ilә. hәr tür'lü tâmir imkân'ı, kir'lәndi ve kap'anđı.
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