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	Comments on: A Change of Affection &#8211; Trauma Bond	</title>
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		By: Patricia Safford		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Patricia Safford]]></dc:creator>
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					<description><![CDATA[I have a friend like that, both of us from such homes. We are now both in our senior years and living across the country from one another. She was, seemingly loved by my mother and told things by my mother of mother&#039;s abusive background. This knowledge has helped me understand a little bit of maybe why... 
I was never even allowed to drive or go by her parents house, but we just laughed because it was NOT a private road. She ended up weighing over 400 lbs, food being her coping method. I for many years tried to die and was thought to be schizophrenic, bipolar, depressed and suffering severe anxiety. Drugged on psych meds of all types for over 50 years and frequently institutionalized in state and other hospitals psychiatric units and further abuse occurred there, because they didn&#039;t understand me. I had been taught nothing about emotions SO had none and didn&#039;t know how to properly communicate with people either because I had never been taught, etc.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have a friend like that, both of us from such homes. We are now both in our senior years and living across the country from one another. She was, seemingly loved by my mother and told things by my mother of mother&#8217;s abusive background. This knowledge has helped me understand a little bit of maybe why&#8230;<br />
I was never even allowed to drive or go by her parents house, but we just laughed because it was NOT a private road. She ended up weighing over 400 lbs, food being her coping method. I for many years tried to die and was thought to be schizophrenic, bipolar, depressed and suffering severe anxiety. Drugged on psych meds of all types for over 50 years and frequently institutionalized in state and other hospitals psychiatric units and further abuse occurred there, because they didn&#8217;t understand me. I had been taught nothing about emotions SO had none and didn&#8217;t know how to properly communicate with people either because I had never been taught, etc.</p>
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		By: Keith G Stocz		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Keith G Stocz]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 06 Jan 2024 10:22:12 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[That story ripped me apart. That was tough at the end, I wasn&#039;t expecting it. GOD bless]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>That story ripped me apart. That was tough at the end, I wasn&#8217;t expecting it. GOD bless</p>
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