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Jesus, how many folks have it together to do all of that? We’re probably making more psycho kids that might not have been than we are saving any by dishing out double the love on a kid that scares us . . . that’s not it, I’m missing it . . . just saying who has double-love, who keeps half back for emergencies?
I mean, thank God for those who do, and that article was some good work. The percentage that are managed must be the first such in the history of the world.
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Agreed, completely.
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yours was one of these kids?
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Yes, indeed…she most certainly is. 😦
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Jesus. Even I wanna call for forced sterilization of psychopaths. Father to child, huh? – or is it your side of the family too? I hadn’t quite got there about the warrior gene yet – obviously the same parent who provides the allele also provides the abusive environment. Separate issues on paper, not so much in real life . . .
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There is schizophrenia in my family: my mom and younger brother both had(ve) it; but psychopathy?…that shit runs true from her psychopathic father, no doubt. He has other children with other women; each one is fucked up in her own right. Gods, if I had known then….it’s truly tragic and irreparable for all involved. 😦
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Eesh . . .
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Eesh
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Reblogged this on georgeforfun.
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