A Death Foretold: nell'omertà pending, accepted the same way.
know all the bad news with which he closed last year. I wanted so much to make a post, but at the same time I did not want to. I came to rescue me a note that has been marked by a friend of mine even an hour ago: written by Fabiola De Clercq on fb. I'd rather let her speak:
" Isabelle had no perception of the seriousness of his condition. It was among other things, a campaign that publicized the tight jeans! There is anorexia and anorexia, bulimia and bulimia, anorexia and bulimia together! Anorexia is not a diagnosis but a structural phenomenon. The diagnosis is that in this phenomenon is accomplished in other ways. neurosis, borderline personality disorder, psychosis. This can 'give' anorexia with a neurotic structure of the subject, the same structure with a borderline and again, with a psychotic structure. Names, but I'm still makes a difference to the orientation of care: I would say it is essential, although it is often forgotten. However, this means one thing: suffering and nothing else. Names change, suffering is the only one who speaks. Talk without words, speak with your body, to death in 5% to 20% of cases. Clarity on this issue that affects more than 3,000,000 (three million!) Of women and now men, girls and boys is impossible. No one wants to know, are apparently content to bias and culture of this country, do not make audience! And yet this is not true. When the television allows, where there is a suitable container, my appearances promoting a share of 15%. Who are the people who listen in those moments? Ops, but the containers are almost there! The policy of this country will not allow it anymore. Need to hypnotize people and all we know the reason. the three million people suffering must be added the induced family ... (Multiply by three?) Nobody wants to know, learn. Concerns no one except ... happen at home. Silence, silence again. It takes the dead man because he speaks for a few hours. Last night 23 French TV news gave the news at the opening. Not because Isabella was French. E 'is an important story because this poor girl I knew, embodied, paradoxically, because of meat you could not talk, the priority of a discomfort, too common, contemporary living throughout the world. Much of the addiction! Anorexia and bulimia which now must be added other addictions to alcohol and drugs to be good for weight loss (and it is not true!). A dictatorship of a one part that fits to a perception of its value zero. "Because I'm worth" is remarkably precise. Women think even worthless especially when they have suffered trauma such as bereavement, abandonment, mistreatment and abuse. But the pain that can not be 'scanned', visible by magnetic resonance imaging, and then cured, can not speak otherwise the subject is marginalized. Yet 88% of cases, it heals. Not alone, of course ... "(Fabiola De Clercq, 12/30/2010).
One thing I would emphasize to what was written" Isabelle had no perception of the seriousness of his condition. "Strange, eh ..? But true, according to me. The other thing I think, deeply, is that although you do not heal "yourself" (because we always want the ability to ask for help) in the same way, these diseases may be "alone" does not even dies: from fashion designers and TV hucksters, charlatans of all kinds who profit on the vanity of human weaknesses and always give a bell'aiutino. dell'omertà On the problem .. who has ears to hear intends
At 2:02 minutes of this video reads the sentence from the book cited in the description:
"The wall is not where you think. You are insensitive to yourself: with your hands you six destroyed. The wall is inside you, are you that you have built with your hands and you made it hidden before love. You can repair only giving to the other: there is no other way. And 'this is the only way where you can help ". ... mean anything?
I wanted to talk about many things .. but I have no time. I want to know how you are .. but I have not even had time to make a turn for the blog ... waiting for him I would ask: from .. because with the excuse of Christmas do not be a gift? but a true gift, however, not the usual target of 2, 5, 7, 10 pounds lighter: treat yourself to a meeting with someone who will understand you, 'you hear, will guard your secrets, will offer advice volendovi well, more than what have you been wanting you. I start off by putting track of appointments that a little 'all over Italy is organizing the Aba .. you know? association bulimia / anorexia . 1. a meeting Free with the psychologist If you live near one of these cities: Ancona, Cosenza, Florence, Genoa, Milan, Salerno, Turin, Venice, at the reception area Aba you can have a free meeting with a psychologist, without making an appointment: just check the site on which day of the month you receive in your area. Come on, you have to lose? really nothing to discover something instead. 2. Wednesday ABA But even if you're interested in conferences, meetings and therefore less personal, but perhaps it is also important to face your fears .. and you're in Milan last Wednesday of each month, the ABA is organizing a meeting that seeks to provide answers on a variety of fears that often invades the inner world. The day after tomorrow, December 15 h. 21.00, the theme is butterfly or beetle? fear of metamorphosis adolescence. The topic of this meeting is presented as follows: "Adolescence encloses the heart one of the most complex and revolutionary phases of human life, a time when the sudden transformation of the body leads to confront, so sometimes premature or traumatic with their sexual identity. The relationship established with the mirror may return a mirror image of the body that gives the effects of alienation and deep anguish. " The butterfly is already 'in you .. do yourself a gift: learn to look for it. • PS come on!! How cute! I opened the mail and saw that Ed (thanks to cuorissimo!) sent me a greeting card, so cute that I want to share with you ... CLICK ON THIS LINK and look at it .. ve re / dedicated with all my heart!
Good evening to all, here I am again charged as an egg (and not only of commitments). Tomorrow morning I leave for the Marche where, unfortunately, will not be a pleasure trip .... continue to work for the market that will do the next weekend and then .... I wanted to show what they create the grannies, in the parish this time I do an oratory aimed at older women and is called just the oratory of grandmothers. So I'm happy to show you what they are making
is not cute?? Brave my "grannies ".... But here's what you can create with a few pine cones and a bit 'bark .... simple but effective
Ed here are the tiles that I continue to prepare.
Then this year I wanted to create Christmas mood on the white and red, so I worked to create crocheted decorations of these colors.
all for now and the next for those who love me, really, even if not put anything for a long time there are more than 2 / 3 that I always write, I promise to be less on the run! !
Friday, December 3 beginning on Country Life in Verona. I'm waiting. On this occasion will be delivered to customers with a discount coupon to use one of the spring fairs.
I fished out an old photograph of my mother's family. The first is my grandmother on your dex, only pregnant with her third child (he had 12 ...). We are in Sicily, Racalmuto (country of Leonardo Sciascia) and my grandmother was only 20 years. Of course they showed more!
But below are my parents, it was October 10, 1964 in Piazza della Minerva in Rome, where my mother lived after he arrived from Sicily at the age of 6 years. There are beautiful ?????? I love them
I speak to you all, revealing a private conversation with Mommy's little monster (ex-Persephone)
I hope you will read carefully the things that follow, written by Persephone. As you can see, the conversation goes back many months ago. Why I have not spoken before? .. I do not know, but now I'm sure there is even a special occasion to do so (which will be the subject of a later post). In Persephone had pointed out that an e-mail, posting topics NOT self-injurious or victims, but constructive: that is aimed at "other" thoughts, thoughts that revolved almost exclusively on obsessions (or food) worth more than the almost no attention ... This is, in fact, that makes me think. And most of all I want to know YOU, what you think. If this post pass in silence, without this reflection is revitalized by your comments, I will conclude something different from what we think but if you levasse a debate. And I ask you to talk about it, here and now, because I saw that something new is coming, you would like to propose ... but also considering what I answer.
April 11 • by Persephone at Mari Mari Hello, I'm Mommy's Little Monster (or Persephone). It took me a bit 'up my mind to write, I realize. It is partly for practical reasons only, because I have very little time lately and some did not even know too well what dirti.Innanzitutto would like to know how are you, since it seems to me that you rarely asked. You too extravagant for the next, it's ugly for me to say but I could not keep it to myself. I'm fine, do not worry. I closed my damn blog because I was tired, was barren and there was an atmosphere of common cry of perpetual self-indulgence becomes asphyxiated. I tell you something. I just opened a new blog and are already among your supporters with the same nick that you find in this email and then that is just my real name. This blog wants to be in fact true, then I can only tell you that MLM is XXX (YYY also know, with him is already a bit 'that I speak). ZZZ could get there, but I hope not because I do not like their own. We know that they are not able to rest (oh yes they are bad, but half the words I do not like and then I tend to be hard). 're invited to go when you want, as long as you do like ..... and in any case so I can resume contact with you and know a little 'better. Only Mari. Of course you can say that I have written, say what you want, even insult me. Kisses. XXX
• May 16 by Persephone Hello to Mari Mari, sorry but I was without internet for a while and take 'of things, but I was able to print your mail to read in peace. So dear Mari, my (old) blog is not available because I deleted the whole account (mail + blog, etc) but I have to tell you the truth even if it had not rescued me feel more than say a few words on certain topics. I respect the people who are sick and because of this I refuse to "hold the candle" to a bunch of little women frustrated that, if we take time to make the sick well, they do. I know to be bad, but believe me, is just what I think. Without the Internet, no family nearby, no money to eat or buy so many beautiful dresses size 36 I am sure that none of these would have missed a day of not eating the cricket. guess it's worth for me, clearly did not consider myself better than others. The difference is that I always knew and I hated to have deliberately indulged in something so superficial. of you have really a huge consideration, you're the good girl that knows no bad words, what we all want as a friend and you'll understand if you'd order my wickedness or my cynicism. I will not convince anyone of things I believe, not want you to have my vision of things, even . I just want you to understand it and I know you will. I can not do anything for a 30 year old woman who goes to exalt and anorexia in her life has been the only certainty of food and non-virtual world (which often is a melting pot of misfits) with which give advice and encourage them to collective psychosis. Really. The problem is they themselves, not the media, not families, not their men, They, weak people who need to feel special and that they chose a method really sad to be noticed. Maybe give them equal importance to encourage their behavior. Just like that, Behold, I will not say anything but leave you free to put this message to your blog even to insult me. Maybe the same will to shake some consciousness, I'd be happy. Kisses. XXX
BY MARI A Persephone Here .. I'll spare you the full and literal text .. but at this point, however, I invited XXX to get on track, with its new blog for RI / getting into an argument (which she admits to having lived in the same way that critical hour), to show how he was now struggling to get out, and as interested in the problems of the world, all I can do. These were his responses:
May 24 • A MARI by Persephone no, not you scared. I was thinking about what to do. I would have written today or tomorrow (they are in session graduation, almost) I agree with your spirit, but I can not be so empathetic, they are probably very limited. I did a tour of the blog that followed the first, to see if they are so convinced. and are. I have nothing to say here that has not already said. You have chosen to vote you in this case because it is right to do what you find. I have now chosen another, it remains only a long and shameful interlude of my life, what I said too much. I hope you can understand and forgive me. XXX.
June 9 by Persephone • A MARI You can post all that I wrote, without mentioning my real name and my current blog because they really are things I need to delete and why if someone wants to piss me off I would not be able to make constructive speeches .. I am a bit 'so warm-blooded .. so for the good of everyone using the old well or Persephone mommy'slittle monster and add your own.
END. and then not have it anymore, 'Listen. His new blog, and his mail, they are gone, poof! nothing. I hope she's still the same here .. who occasionally steps in to silence me a greeting. And take advantage of that opportunity to tell you what I can not (more) tell you in private, and that is also addressed to you.
CARA PERSEPHONE , what should I forgive ... If anything, I can only thank you. And how I would never be possible to "insult"? (Not to mention how much love and affection I felt it in your words, for me , meanwhile, and not merely for me). you remember one of your first answers .. I do not remember if my post or my comment .. you said that you "love", or speak of love, or it may come to the aid of love .. I was "ONLY get annoyed ... And yet love is the stuff I've seen shake like an earthquake - in your case for animals, but you know ... no matter where blossoms bloom and how, if you love action, perhaps at the beginning is a bit 'cult, but finds the road to expand. about your words so hard, we both know that many girls develop tremendous unhappiness, which is expressed by the DCA, even among those who have real reasons to suffer .. and a great deal (and he speaks too little!) precisely because of sexual abuse. And then there's a lot of pressure from the media, obsessive patterns, etc. .. So we know that the "fault" is not "them" .. Of course, it is true that there is a form of complicity that keeps all these reasons related to slaves and their consequences, and that is part of the same disease. a kind of Stockholm syndrome that binds to the syndrome. This complicity, let's face it, all assigned to a certain responsibility. Something you can do: rather a lot. Continue to just say impotence is wrong, and many here have already shown that this is true. From Chiara, which is wonderful for all star, here. So perhaps the question most tragic and surreal to do here is not so much "how much is difficult to get out?" .. "What can you do really?" .. But: WHY 'we want for ourselves horrible things? fact, the first because of what happens is our will, and there is evidence that, in a sort of mass delusion, more and more people dream about and wish horrible things, and therefore such horrible things happen because, for better or for worse, you get what you ask .. We want to talk about it?
.. "you know, in recent days, my city was flooded, and you may have even seen on TV: and turn around here, in total silence, with only the noise of the pumps and spurgatrici sad to see people's eyes, almost no longer had a soul. boh and I do not know, in those moments when all gathered to find support, to re-emerge to clean our city, it seemed to have been looked straight at me: people looking at my soul not my person. people communicate with the soul through the eyes. people did not look at my person but my eyes, deep inside of my eyes, and I felt as free. and although the pain remains strong for what happened here, I know that everything will go back to normal: I read in the eyes of those people. "
Dearest Blondie, at times when people are facing a real pain, deep and terrible, sometimes cure the diseases that have taken root where there was any space for joy, and not We gave it to him. Please close and dear, this difficult time collecting because it is in these moments that rises to the surface something that can save, because if - instead of fear (which can also be better) solidarity prevails, it awakens something precious and deeply sacred, it is useless to me tell you what - you're experiencing by itself, no?
And now .. at random from those two events of recent days ... who goes to look for the links here and find inspiration.
I do not remember if you ever did see, but since I have "retired out" I wanted to show.
is not my bag of flour, or rather my husband's grandmother made for her mom, can not find it ?????? mervigliosa
The following is my sack of flour, little frame shabba (gold) with a great heart that long ago he sent me a dear friend .......... ............... recognized if you bring it on baby My !!!!!!!
See them well .. called Donia, Alice and Julia: are the three girls who, having recognized, addressed and cured their eating disorder, have lent their faces to the campaign against the ABA bulimia / anorexia. Today, exactly 20 years after the first exit, exit is the new edition, updated to "All the bread in the world," the autobiographical book written by Fabiola de Clercq, who told twenty years of bondage to eating disorders. After the release of the book, Fabiola was inundated with letters from girls and women who, because of this book, they discovered they are not alone: \u200b\u200bnot to be victims of an inexplicable monster madness, but women-sensitive grappling with the intricacies of emotionalism unexpressed. From this collective cry for help, people who wrote to ask for closeness, affection, advice, did the ABA, the first structure in Italy has dealt with these syndromes, also opening a new concept of therapy: medicalized, but based on listening and care of relations.
