They suck monkey bananas.
I’m not going to be able to babysit my grandchildren.
I can’t trust my own brain to stay in the present and stay other-focused.
Dissociative Identity Disorder.
I sure can’t expect my kids to trust me with their babies. That would just be foolish.
Is this just more self punishment? self-pitying goofinesss? Lack of faith?
Nope. I think not.
There is real sin there. I’ve got to own it. Start out there.
Ignorance of the damage I was causing my children, especially in the case of Disassociative Identity Disorder?
Can God heal it?
I have no control over other people.
- And it takes time.
- And He doesn’t usually skip over consequences. Not in my experience, anyway.
- The damage is real. I’ve got to face that.
Start with the facts. No bulloney.