When change is not optional...
The events of the past couple of years have left me (on the one hand) incredibly sad, but (on the other) almost equally angry over the human tendency to make certain “bad” things seem normal. Then there’s the “WTF do I do now that I’m retired from something like four careers, and disabled, at 77?” So, after much deliberation (born of the forced introspection after shattering my hip a couple of years ago, and the surfacing of previously unknown family history), I figure I just need to hammer my keyboard into submission, for the purpose of at least making it clear as to my position re the situation in general. It also saves me (or VA, depending on how you look at it) hours of counseling support. I’m not going to waste electrons on politics. What hit me harder were the revelations about my parents’ relationship, what they were involved in, and why they may have wanted to “protect” me in the early years by making me seem “normal” to others. No laughing, there, bunkies...i...