I cut myself, a paper cut I think, a few weeks ago. It wasn't bleeding so I kept going. Yesterday I noticed that it looked like a pink Target logo, an almost perfect bullseye just scar pink, not red.
On Monday I slammed my finger in the very old back door. It screamed immediately and I burst into tears. I dashed to the sink and ran it under cold water for a minute but it was a busy morning and I wasn't bleeding so...My husband said to keep it there longer. I did, well past the point I would have. Then he suggested wrapping it. So he did. Today it's a bit swollen and slightly bruised but not terrible.
I don't think, as a child, I ever learned to care for myself when I was hurt or sick.
I'm sitting with that now, further evidence of dysfunctional childhood. But I wonder if you did? Were you taught to care for yourself?
I don’t know if it was a function of child rearing in the 60s and 70s, or just my family, but we definitely learned not to draw attention to ourselves just because we were sick or hurt. We grew into adults who could ignore all kinds of symptoms and discomfort.
Boy oh boy, does this ring true, Janet. Both the not drawing attention to one's self and becoming the adult who ignored any hurt we were feeling. Thanks for sharing this.
I don’t know if it was a function of child rearing in the 60s and 70s, or just my family, but we definitely learned not to draw attention to ourselves just because we were sick or hurt. We grew into adults who could ignore all kinds of symptoms and discomfort.
Boy oh boy, does this ring true, Janet. Both the not drawing attention to one's self and becoming the adult who ignored any hurt we were feeling. Thanks for sharing this.
For sure I was not. It was a different time. Very often I heard the statement, "You're fine." Rarely was it true!
1000% this. Thank you, Julia.