Quoi non-dominante ?
Il y a quelques années, ma première “compagne de route” ACA/EADA m’a aidée à découvrir la littérature et les outils de rétablissement spécifiques de cette Fraternité, dont l’écriture de la main non-dominante, comme outil pour donner la parole à mon Enfant Intérieure....
I’m Not Alone Anymore
I am writing today to share some of the hope I feel, inspired by attending meetings for the last 3 months. Before finding ACA, at one of the lowest points of my life, I began noticing patterns emerging in my relationships, both platonic and romantic. At the suggestion...
Broken and Whole
my leg will alwayshave been brokenI cannot heal well enoughto be as I was in the pastbefore it was brokenI cannot run into a future healingno matter how strong the bonehow faded the scarmy heart will alwayshave been brokenthere is not enough therapyfor a future where...
Escape from Religious Insanity
Many have told me to just trust God. But I struggle to trust the one who entrusted my newborn soul to the “care” of exploding daddy-Monster and placed me in an environment of two terrifying decades of childhood domestic...
Grape Hyacinths
When my father sold the family home after her death I found the rusty trowel in the garage, duga few from the front yard and dropped them into a plastic bag. We lived on Willow Drive back then and when I openly wished for a willow tree for the front yard I only heard...
Remplacements et métamorphose
Il y a longtemps, ma mère biologique racontait une histoire-énigme : « Pierre avait un couteau. La lame a cassé, alors il a changé la lame. Le manche a cassé, alors il a changé le manche. Tout a été remplacé. Est-ce toujours le couteau de Pierre ? » J’étais...
Why Our Group Uses a Timer for Our Member Shares
Through the years we had experiences where some people frequently dominated the meeting by taking more than what would be considered their fair share of time during the personal sharing portion. It was always our intent to provide the opportunity to share to everyone...
Loneliness
I realized lately that my parents did not have friends when I was growing up.Their relationship was adversarial at best. No modeling of a loving relationship, or modeling about having friends. No wonder I have had some difficulties with those! I moved...
Hands and Disconnection
I was left-handed and wrote letters mirror image until my dad shamed me about that, then I turned them around, of course, to please him.Letters seemed to be the first experience where Left or Right mattered.I was given special scissors by my dadscissors...
My Spiritual Experience
Start with the courage to let go of what and whom I cannot change. I let it go and I feel It, what some of us choose to call God. When I surrender instead of “fixating” on things, places, circumstances and people I am unable to “fix”, my mind gains the necessary space...