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Thanksgiving; Time with Family. No Thanks

copyright © 2009 Betsy L. Angert.  BeThink.org As Americans ponder the Thanksgiving Day holiday expectations are high. Young children look forward to all the activities loved ones plan. School age individuals are told tales of the Pilgrims and the Indians that befriended early settlers.  Most imagine that on this November day, people come together peaceably.  That, for the little ones is a welcome thought.  Too often, tension exists in the parent child relationship.  Some say angst increases as the offspring age.  Whilst many wish to believe the strain occurs over time, as a child becomes more autonomous, indeed, recent research shows early interactions give rise to the relationship that will be. Toddlers and tots rarely have opportunities to quietly, calmly, and genuinely converse with parents or the caregivers they are fond of.   Hence, lads and lasses feel a sense of loss.  By the teen years, the thought of another Thanksgiving celebration with relatives evokes an almost automatic response, "No thanks."

Self-Doubt, Defeating Thoughts, Illusions, Delusions, Disappointments, Depression

© copyright 2007 Betsy L. Angert

This is the Twenty-First Century, the Information Age. Wherever we journey people are chatting. They do it online, while in line, and with a Digital Subscriber Line [DSL.] So much is being said, more is not vocalized. People talk though they rarely discuss what they are truly thinking. This is a series of tales about self-doubt, illusions, delusions, disappointments, defeatist thoughts, and perhaps depression.

We all have experienced some of these states; yet, few wish to speak of them. We prefer to presume, and plan with a modicum of information. We pretend to know. However, on occasion we might reluctantly admit we understand very little. Too often, we seem to be wrong, wronged, and wrestling with what is.

Daily Distress. Heartbreak, Heartache, and Heart Felt Feelings ©

Currently I am writing for an educational organization. In penning my pain for what occurs today in our schools, I realized the same impersonal approach, awareness, or lack thereof, is evident in offices, neighborhoods, and in our broader community.

People pretend to or believe they “know” their fellow workers, their family members, and their friends. Yet, more often than not, I observe that this is not necessarily true. I, we, she, or he only comprehends what is visible on the surface.

Few choose to ask of, address, or answer the deeper concerns that life delivers daily. I offer this narrative and request your reflections. We all have our own tale to tell. I invite you to share yours. Please trust that I care; your secrets are safe with me. I suspect that others will honor you as I choose to do. I believe we all relate to sorrow.