Before there was Barney... I was a kid.
Even though there was no Barney, I watched a TV kid show with a singing Dinosaur called H.R. Pufnstuf...
I remember me and the siblings laughing and giggling and singing Witchiepoo's song...
even though we got the lyrics wrong...
As a kid I thought the lyrics were "Oranges Poranges Who Cares!"
Oranges Poranges
When I think "who cares?!"
I think "Oranges Poranges."
Feel free to thank me for getting that song caught in your brain!
I've been trying to figure out our estranged "officer RAD"'s motivation for reaching out to our more gullible extended family to "visit" on a trip up to our home town.
Yes, there's always the symptomatic RADtypical Triangulation aspect.
It occurred to me this morning her "audience" of sympathy back here in the town she was raised might actually be waning.
As I think, I wonder...How long can gainfully employed "young adults" continue to gain sympathy, gifts, money, affection, and attention for the various abuses they're pretending to have endured in our care? Sooner or later the gravy train will dry up.
The act gets stale... at least that's what I would think.
Shoot, I can't imagine what motivates the crazies who slurped up our RAD's drama and ended up drooling for more... these nutsos pay for their "real-life-is-better-than-soap-operas" brand of entertainment rewarding our adult RADs with "love" and money and gifts, and sympathy and attention, but I think...I hope... that eventually they might tire of the same old drivel.
I think perhaps the long-standing local :rescuers" may finally be picking up on the fact that our loving-attached-well-adjusted daughter who grew up in the same home with the same "abusive" parents doesn't want or need them to rescue her from us. Perhaps the self-appointed-"saviors" are picking up on the "You make me sick, what's the matter with you? Leave our family alone!" vibe our oldest has toward the "church community" who have continued to meddle, and drool and meddle and drool and "rescue.
Certainly they must pick up on the fact that for every week-long+ visit our oldest only willing to spend about an hour or less with the siblings who have attacked our family and perpetuate tales insane falsehoods.
Our now 3-years-older-adult-RADs are not as pitiful as they first appeared when they started their RADtypical triangulation of the community at large against us.
Shoot, in the land of the gainfully employed our "pathetic abused little darlings" are doing better than most of the adult children of their RADtypically triangulated meddlers!
I imagine somewhere even in "rescuers" whose brains have faulty wiring... would eventually have a light come on!!! How could it not?
Some parents have always been bums. I'm not saying that to be mean... I'm saying that because generations upon generations of our adoptees' bio-family have allowed "the system" to raise their kids. Lousy parenting is a generational way of life for them... for people in their drug infested environment. I
We are not lousy parents. We never have been.
Half the shock and horror effect that has the insanely deranged audience captivated by...
THE SCANDAL of our "Beautiful Family"
... is the supposition that we have had this "plastic perfect" exterior while living a secret life of abuse that would make the next great scandalous reality show.
Our "story" would be far less captivating if we had always been bums in their eyes. These drama hungry goons put us on a pedestal in comparing our beautiful family to the mess they had made of their own. They have since enjoyed pushing us off their pedestal, trying to make us crumble, because they are eager to dance in our dust. It makes them feel better to think we are at least as horrible as they know they have been.
As our adult RADs broaden their adult-circle in the big outside world and begin to encounter people who were left to grow up in the environment social services removed them from...BEFORE they came to us... I'm sure there is not much tolerance for our adoptees' "tales of woe" having been raised in our nurturing home... especially as they encounter individuals who were REALLY raised in abusive/neglectful/deprived environments.
Anyway It seems officer RAD, in reaching out to family she's only related to through the parents she denies, with hopes chasing down a new audience, looking to renew reactions of shock-horror-and-sympathy-and-gifts with those gullible individuals most likely to be generous once entertained by RAD drama.
I suspect the drama is finally loosing it's power.
Drama that has been officer RAD's bread and butter;
her roof and pillow;
her transportation and gifts;
her attention and sympathy...
let's not forget her "only" source of "love."
Oh how I would love for our daughter's RADtypical drama to start to get "Oranges Poranges! Who Cares!" as a response instead of Shock and Horror and Sympathy and Gifts.
When our RADs stop getting tangible and not so tangible reinforcement for their RADtypical behavior, I'm certain they will begin to be encouraged to make healthy choices along life's path.
Even though there was no Barney, I watched a TV kid show with a singing Dinosaur called H.R. Pufnstuf...
I remember me and the siblings laughing and giggling and singing Witchiepoo's song...
even though we got the lyrics wrong...
As a kid I thought the lyrics were "Oranges Poranges Who Cares!"
Oranges Poranges
When I think "who cares?!"
I think "Oranges Poranges."
Feel free to thank me for getting that song caught in your brain!
I've been trying to figure out our estranged "officer RAD"'s motivation for reaching out to our more gullible extended family to "visit" on a trip up to our home town.
Yes, there's always the symptomatic RADtypical Triangulation aspect.
It occurred to me this morning her "audience" of sympathy back here in the town she was raised might actually be waning.
As I think, I wonder...How long can gainfully employed "young adults" continue to gain sympathy, gifts, money, affection, and attention for the various abuses they're pretending to have endured in our care? Sooner or later the gravy train will dry up.
The act gets stale... at least that's what I would think.
Shoot, I can't imagine what motivates the crazies who slurped up our RAD's drama and ended up drooling for more... these nutsos pay for their "real-life-is-better-than-soap-operas" brand of entertainment rewarding our adult RADs with "love" and money and gifts, and sympathy and attention, but I think...I hope... that eventually they might tire of the same old drivel.
I think perhaps the long-standing local :rescuers" may finally be picking up on the fact that our loving-attached-well-adjusted daughter who grew up in the same home with the same "abusive" parents doesn't want or need them to rescue her from us. Perhaps the self-appointed-"saviors" are picking up on the "You make me sick, what's the matter with you? Leave our family alone!" vibe our oldest has toward the "church community" who have continued to meddle, and drool and meddle and drool and "rescue.
Certainly they must pick up on the fact that for every week-long+ visit our oldest only willing to spend about an hour or less with the siblings who have attacked our family and perpetuate tales insane falsehoods.
Our now 3-years-older-adult-RADs are not as pitiful as they first appeared when they started their RADtypical triangulation of the community at large against us.
Shoot, in the land of the gainfully employed our "pathetic abused little darlings" are doing better than most of the adult children of their RADtypically triangulated meddlers!
I imagine somewhere even in "rescuers" whose brains have faulty wiring... would eventually have a light come on!!! How could it not?
Some parents have always been bums. I'm not saying that to be mean... I'm saying that because generations upon generations of our adoptees' bio-family have allowed "the system" to raise their kids. Lousy parenting is a generational way of life for them... for people in their drug infested environment. I
We are not lousy parents. We never have been.
Half the shock and horror effect that has the insanely deranged audience captivated by...
THE SCANDAL of our "Beautiful Family"
... is the supposition that we have had this "plastic perfect" exterior while living a secret life of abuse that would make the next great scandalous reality show.
Our "story" would be far less captivating if we had always been bums in their eyes. These drama hungry goons put us on a pedestal in comparing our beautiful family to the mess they had made of their own. They have since enjoyed pushing us off their pedestal, trying to make us crumble, because they are eager to dance in our dust. It makes them feel better to think we are at least as horrible as they know they have been.
As our adult RADs broaden their adult-circle in the big outside world and begin to encounter people who were left to grow up in the environment social services removed them from...BEFORE they came to us... I'm sure there is not much tolerance for our adoptees' "tales of woe" having been raised in our nurturing home... especially as they encounter individuals who were REALLY raised in abusive/neglectful/deprived environments.
Anyway It seems officer RAD, in reaching out to family she's only related to through the parents she denies, with hopes chasing down a new audience, looking to renew reactions of shock-horror-and-sympathy-and-gifts with those gullible individuals most likely to be generous once entertained by RAD drama.
I suspect the drama is finally loosing it's power.
Drama that has been officer RAD's bread and butter;
her roof and pillow;
her transportation and gifts;
her attention and sympathy...
let's not forget her "only" source of "love."
Oh how I would love for our daughter's RADtypical drama to start to get "Oranges Poranges! Who Cares!" as a response instead of Shock and Horror and Sympathy and Gifts.
When our RADs stop getting tangible and not so tangible reinforcement for their RADtypical behavior, I'm certain they will begin to be encouraged to make healthy choices along life's path.
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