Sunday, September 27, 2009

This is what children need, not psych-drugs

The eency weency spider went up the water spout,
Down came the rain and washed the spider out.

Out came the sun that dried up all the rain,
And the eency weency spider climbed up the spout again


Marian said...

(((((Ana))))), thanks for wanting to give me an award, and sorry to let you wait this long for a reply!

I wrote a post about me and blog awards, and the implications, back when Mark wanted to give me one: here.

There's a third implication, and maybe the decisive one, that I didn't want to mention back then, but I will now: I still have an "issue" with receiving stuff, and accepting it, awards, gifts, stuff like that. It frightens me. And when I get sufficiently frightened I go into the "the rabbit facing the snake"-mindset, and can't bring myself to react. I hope, I will be forgiven!

I love spiders! I once had a garden spider living in the corner of one of my windows. On the inside. :)

Ana said...

I had a spider living in the tree in front of my window. lol
I loved her.
It amazed me that her web was not destroyed even in pouring rain.
I understand Marian!
I just want to remind yo that it's just an award, not the Nobel.

Anonymous said...

I have missed you.

I wish I read this post 18 years ago. I had this conversation with my soon to be 18 year old today, blaming me for giving her all those stupid medications. At the time I thought I was doing the right thing, I had the "best" doctor in town, I was "so lucky" to have her. If I could take it all back now, I would not have agreed to any of it. I trusted the professionals because I was scared. Now I'm trying to reverse the damage. Thank you for putting this out there.

Ana said...

Don't feel guilty, please!
I have put all these things in my body thinking that it would make me fell better and "the best doctor" told me I would.
Try to explain it to your son that many people did the same huge mistake.