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I broke one of my own rules….laws of life yesterday and it still has me in pieces this morning. This will be triggering so do not read if you’re in a bad spot….but I need to get this out of me. I have no one to talk to today. # # # # # # # # # # # I had my 2.5 year old grandson yesterday….always so much fun as the time with him is full of love. Spent 99.99% of the day having just that….fun filled with love. Then I broke the law….. He wanted to swing. So I took him to this little neighborhood park thinking there was a swing there. Pulled up in my car and saw only this one single white truck parked in the lot. I knew just by seeing the man in the truck that he was NOT ok. Thought to myself "why does there have to be so many creeps out there." Took my grandson out of the car and proceeded into the park. Had to pass the truck to get into the park gate as he was parked at the entry. So I got a better look at him….he was a man/woman. I thought he was a cross-dresser and from what I have read, they are usually harmless. Not so yesterday. No swing at the park but a slide. Grandson went down the slide while I kept one eye on this man/woman. He got out of his truck and I could tell he wasn’t a cross-dresser….he looked like a woman with earrings and all but he had blue jeans on….he wasn’t fully dressed like a cross-dresser. Couldn’t take my eyes off him….I knew he was bad. He took some kind of purse out of his truck, shut his trucks door and headed into the park. I picked up my grandson and said loudly "Here comes dad! And he has Tyson with him." This creep stopped dead in his tracks and turned around to see who was coming. No one was coming. I was going. Getting the hell out of there. This monster was full of evil. But I got my grandson out of there. I broke my #1 law: there is safety in numbers. I should have known better then to have gotten out of my car. There was no one else there. The good guys know about this creep but I will be doing more. As I left the part I saw a Mexican man riding his bike with his child. I will be writing a letter to the local papers; this creep is still out there. My grandson and I may be safe but there are still other children out there… and they live so close by. This town at times seems to be evil perpville and there is a large Mexican population. I don’t know how much English they know but they will know about this sonofabitch….one way or the other. One by one this evil bastards will die and go to hell. Donna
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Hey Donna, I think I might know what you are feeling….my counselor said that one thing I must be concerned about (because of PTSD) is my "emotional security". My counselor said that I have to be careful about putting myself in "dangerous" situations since my sense of trust (or lack of it) can easily be "triggered". Does this sound familiar ? Omnes – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -bckwrds wrote: > I broke one of my own rules….laws of life yesterday and it still > has me in pieces this morning. This will be triggering so do not > read if you’re in a bad spot….but I need to get this out of me. > I have no one to talk to today. > # > # > # > # > # > # > # > # > # > # > # > I had my 2.5 year old grandson yesterday….always so much fun > as the time with him is full of love. Spent 99.99% of the day having > just that….fun filled with love. Then I broke the law….. > He wanted to swing. So I took him to this little neighborhood > park thinking there was a swing there. Pulled up in my car and > saw only this one single white truck parked in the lot. I knew just > by seeing the man in the truck that he was NOT ok. Thought to > myself "why does there have to be so many creeps out there." > Took my grandson out of the car and proceeded into the park. > Had to pass the truck to get into the park gate as he was parked > at the entry. So I got a better look at him….he was a man/woman. > I thought he was a cross-dresser and from what I have read, they > are usually harmless. Not so yesterday. > No swing at the park but a slide. Grandson went down the slide > while I kept one eye on this man/woman. He got out of his > truck and I could tell he wasn’t a cross-dresser….he looked like > a woman with earrings and all but he had blue jeans on….he > wasn’t fully dressed like a cross-dresser. Couldn’t take my > eyes off him….I knew he was bad. > He took some kind of purse out of his truck, shut his trucks > door and headed into the park. I picked up my grandson > and said loudly "Here comes dad! And he has Tyson with > him." This creep stopped dead in his tracks and turned > around to see who was coming. > No one was coming. I was going. Getting the hell out > of there. This monster was full of evil. But I got my > grandson out of there. > I broke my #1 law: there is safety in numbers. I should > have known better then to have gotten out of my car. > There was no one else there. > The good guys know about this creep but I will be doing > more. As I left the part I saw a Mexican man riding his > bike with his child. I will be writing a letter to the local > papers; this creep is still out there. My grandson and I > may be safe but there are still other children out there… > and they live so close by. This town at times seems to > be evil perpville and there is a large Mexican population. > I don’t know how much English they know but they will > know about this sonofabitch….one way or the other. > One by one this evil bastards will die and go to hell. > Donna
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"bckwrds" <bckw…@theriver.com> wrote in message
news:420cd20e$0$23564$8b463f8a@news.nationwide.net… – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text ->I broke one of my own rules….laws of life yesterday and it still > has me in pieces this morning. This will be triggering so do not > read if you’re in a bad spot….but I need to get this out of me. > I have no one to talk to today. > # > # > # > # > # > # > # > # > # > # > # > I had my 2.5 year old grandson yesterday….always so much fun > as the time with him is full of love. Spent 99.99% of the day having > just that….fun filled with love. Then I broke the law….. > He wanted to swing. So I took him to this little neighborhood > park thinking there was a swing there. Pulled up in my car and > saw only this one single white truck parked in the lot. I knew just > by seeing the man in the truck that he was NOT ok. Thought to > myself "why does there have to be so many creeps out there." > Took my grandson out of the car and proceeded into the park. > Had to pass the truck to get into the park gate as he was parked > at the entry. So I got a better look at him….he was a man/woman. > I thought he was a cross-dresser and from what I have read, they > are usually harmless. Not so yesterday. > No swing at the park but a slide. Grandson went down the slide > while I kept one eye on this man/woman. He got out of his > truck and I could tell he wasn’t a cross-dresser….he looked like > a woman with earrings and all but he had blue jeans on….he > wasn’t fully dressed like a cross-dresser. Couldn’t take my > eyes off him….I knew he was bad. > He took some kind of purse out of his truck, shut his trucks > door and headed into the park. I picked up my grandson > and said loudly "Here comes dad! And he has Tyson with > him." This creep stopped dead in his tracks and turned > around to see who was coming. > No one was coming. I was going. Getting the hell out > of there. This monster was full of evil. But I got my > grandson out of there. > I broke my #1 law: there is safety in numbers. I should > have known better then to have gotten out of my car. > There was no one else there. > The good guys know about this creep but I will be doing > more. As I left the part I saw a Mexican man riding his > bike with his child. I will be writing a letter to the local > papers; this creep is still out there. My grandson and I > may be safe but there are still other children out there… > and they live so close by. This town at times seems to > be evil perpville and there is a large Mexican population. > I don’t know how much English they know but they will > know about this sonofabitch….one way or the other. > One by one this evil bastards will die and go to hell. > Donna
One of the dogs here loves to roll in manure; horse, cow or sheep, it doesn’t matter to him. If I smell something shitty, sure enough, the lad will be smeered in something rank. Once he’s gone, the smelly bastard, it wont stink here anymore.
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"sway" <swa…@yahoo.com> wrote in message >>
{my stuff snipped} sway, I’m not sure just what you mean with your words below, but I truly don’t give a shit if you’re trying to say you don’t believe me…..I’ve been there and done that. Shit may stink but it also makes flowers bloom….even bloomin idiots. Donna – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -> One of the dogs here loves to roll in manure; horse, cow or sheep, it > doesn’t matter to him. If I smell something shitty, sure enough, the lad > will be smeered in something rank. > Once he’s gone, the smelly bastard, it wont stink here anymore.
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"bckwrds" <bckw…@theriver.com> who is a closet loony wrote in news:420d8075$0$23565$8b463f8a@news.nationwide.net: > "sway" <swa…@yahoo.com> wrote in message >> > {my stuff snipped} > sway, I’m not sure just what you mean with your words below,
Donna, Sway was agreeing with you. He’s an Aussie………. you gotta learn the lingo 
>> Once he’s gone, the smelly bastard, it wont stink here anymore.
I think that what Sway was saying was……… that creep at the park, once it’s dead, there’s no more reason to fear it. My advice? Depending on your own sensibilities, either pack a gun, or a knife….. and *use* them if the situation warrants it. And remember the golden rule……….. Dead men tell no tales. — Peter Lucas Brisbane Australia Qui desiderat pacem, bellum praeparat; nemo provocare ne offendere audet quem intelliget superiorem esse pugnaturem Flavius Vegetius Renatus, "De re militari" 390 B.C.E.
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Typhoid <neinsch…@yahoo.de> who is a closet loony wrote in news:MPG.1c7828ebc235399897eb@individual.net: > As a father, I must say I don’t think what you felt had anything to do > with PTSD, but everything to do with protecting your grandson from > freaks. > These fsckers *will* die and *will* go to hell (that is, if I don’t get > to them first).
Good to see we finally agree on something. — Peter Lucas Brisbane Australia Qui desiderat pacem, bellum praeparat; nemo provocare ne offendere audet quem intelliget superiorem esse pugnaturem Flavius Vegetius Renatus, "De re militari" 390 B.C.E.
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Hi Typhoid and Donna! > As a father, I must say I don’t think what you felt had anything to do > with PTSD, but everything to do with protecting your grandson from > freaks.
I tend to agree. We put the blame on our PTSD symptoms all too often IMO. OTOH, the part that is associated with PTSD is the aftermath … the guilt for not doing something else (rather than what we did do), the strong body reactions to remembering the event, the huge worrying after the event. They tell me that those without PTSD do not internalize that anything was their fault, but congratulate themselves that they overcame a rough situation. I suppose that this is true. :/ Smile and there will be something to smile about! Nancy
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"Typhoid" <neinsch…@yahoo.de> wrote in message
news:MPG.1c7828ebc235399897eb@individual.net… [my stuff snipped] >> One by one this evil bastards will die and go to hell. > Sorry for busting into this thread as a lurker, but I do feel strongly > about this issue. > As a father, I must say I don’t think what you felt had anything to do > with PTSD, but everything to do with protecting your grandson from > freaks. > These fsckers *will* die and *will* go to hell (that is, if I don’t get > to them first). > Hth.
hi, Hth, and thank you for unlurking. It had EVERYTHING to do with protecting my grandson….no ptsd involved. That thing in the park was a madbadevil sob. this world could use more fathers like you. Donna
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if that’s is what he meant, then my apologies. Life has literally been hell for me lately and this one involving my grandson truly shook me up. But once again "good" won. Donna – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text ->> {my stuff snipped} >> sway, I’m not sure just what you mean with your words below, > Donna, > Sway was agreeing with you. He’s an Aussie………. you gotta learn the > lingo >>> Once he’s gone, the smelly bastard, it wont stink here anymore. > I think that what Sway was saying was……… that creep at the park, > once it’s dead, there’s no more reason to fear it. > My advice? Depending on your own sensibilities, either pack a gun, or a > knife….. and *use* them if the situation warrants it. > And remember the golden rule……….. Dead men tell no tales. > — > Peter Lucas > Brisbane > Australia > Qui desiderat pacem, bellum praeparat; nemo provocare ne offendere audet > quem intelliget superiorem esse pugnaturem > Flavius Vegetius Renatus, "De re militari" 390 B.C.E.
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"bckwrds" <bckw…@theriver.com> who is a closet loony wrote in news:420e1838$0$23563$8b463f8a@news.nationwide.net: > But once again "good" won.
Only just. Carry a knife, or a gun. And use them if the situation ever arises again. — Peter Lucas Brisbane Australia Qui desiderat pacem, bellum praeparat; nemo provocare ne offendere audet quem intelliget superiorem esse pugnaturem Flavius Vegetius Renatus, "De re militari" 390 B.C.E.
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"Nancy" <kipc…@msn.com> wrote in message
news:YFnPd.40280$EG1.29045@lakeread04… – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -> Hi Typhoid and Donna! >> As a father, I must say I don’t think what you felt had anything to do >> with PTSD, but everything to do with protecting your grandson from >> freaks. > I tend to agree. We put the blame on our PTSD symptoms all too often > IMO. > OTOH, the part that is associated with PTSD is the aftermath … the > guilt for not doing something else (rather than what we did do), the > strong body reactions to remembering the event, the huge worrying after > the event. > They tell me that those without PTSD do not internalize that anything was > their fault, but congratulate themselves that they overcame a rough > situation. I suppose that this is true. :/
Yeah, I can identify with you Nancy. Sometimes I feel so alone with those thoughts, so it comforts me knowing someone else feels that way too. pugs
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Scott <ScottDev…@hotmail.com> who is a closet loony wrote in news:Xns95FD78C407BAEptsd@130.133.1.4: > "Lucas, Peter" <SkyS…@overthere.com.> wrote in > news:Xns95FCB2B34629GoBrisbaneLions@130.133.1.4: >> "bckwrds" <bckw…@theriver.com> who is a closet loony wrote in >> news:420e1838$0$23563$8b463f8a@news.nationwide.net: >>> But once again "good" won. >> Only just. >> Carry a knife, or a gun. > Why don’t you follow your own advice, Peter Lucas?
I do, troll. — Peter Lucas Brisbane Australia Qui desiderat pacem, bellum praeparat; nemo provocare ne offendere audet quem intelliget superiorem esse pugnaturem Flavius Vegetius Renatus, "De re militari" 390 B.C.E.
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