So… as a child, I secured my parent’s protection with their seemingly endless navigation of my limits involved with the use of the word, NO. As a teen, their, as well as others, authoritative figure tone becomes louder as I tested the boundaries associated with the “coming of age”. Thankfully, I remained mainly intact by respecting the important lesson involved in the fine art of refusal. What happened to my relationship with that priceless word as an adult… (necessary to…..
What I realized is …I didn’t lose myself in one swooping disregard but rather in small negligent bits and pieces.