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Stel je eens voor! Dat je een liefhebbende moeder bent van twee lieve vrolijke kinderen...Je zorgt 24 u per dag voor je kinderen. Doet alles met ze, je hebt een liefdevolle band met beide kinderen en staat wat betreft de opvoeding er alleen voor. Gaat alleen naar de 10 min gesprekken op school, zorgt alleen voor verjaardagsfeestjes, knutselt met de kinderen, bent vrijwilliger op school, brengt en haalt ze naar de sportclub en activiteiten, staat voor ze klaar wanneer ze ziek zijn. Hebt veel sociale contacten.Toen kwam de zwarte dag! Op een dag ga je als ouders uit elkaar! Vader is in zijn eer aangetast en waar al een jeugdtrauma zat, wordt deze naar boven gehaald. Uit wraak, vanwege boosheid gaat je ex  jouw volledig frustreren. Hij zal er alles aan doen om jouw licht te doven! Hij zet jou als moeder neer als iemand die het nooit goed doet en zelfs roept dat je gestoord bent en je kinderen verwaarloosd dan wel mishandeld! Het ergste van alles..hij belast de kinderen met zijn boosheid gericht naar hun moeder en weet ze zo te brainwashen dat ze psychisch totaal in de knoop raken! De kinderen raken verward, vragen zich ook constant af of het waar is wat de ene ouder over de andere ouder roept! Maar op een gegeven moment kunnen ze de positie om er tussenin te zitten niet meer hanteren! Het psychische gevolg is, wat je veelal ziet binnen intermenselijke relaties en contacten...waar het veilig (juiste hechting, gezonde ouder) is en waar de liefde onvoorwaardelijk is kan je jezelf zijn en ook je boosheid en verdriet uiten. Waar het niet veilig is...en waar het gaat om voorwaardelijke liefde (voor wat hoort wat) ga je je best doen om bij die ouder in een positief daglicht te komen en hoopt wel de liefde te vinden bij die persoon. Wat nooit zal lukken, aangezien deze ouder zelf een verkeerde hechting heeft gehad of door andere omstandigheden een trauma op heeft gelopen en weinig tot geen echte liefde kan geven. De kinderen veranderen van vrolijke in depressieve kinderen en uiten zelfs dat ze het leven zo niet meer willen! En dat op 8 jarige leeftijd!)-:Wie wil als kind horen dat door de ene ouder de andere ouder totaal afgekraakt/gepest wordt? Niemand toch! Het raakt jouw persoon natuurlijk ook! De helft van jou wordt immers ook gelijk afgekraakt! En toch gaat dit spel jaren door! Dit manipulatieve machtsspel stopt namelijk nooit! Dit is een ernstige vorm van kindermishandeling en heet ouderverstoting/oudervervreemding.Dit zou strafbaar moeten worden! Waar moeder staat kan ook vader staan. Zo kan hij ook vervangen worden door zij en andersom.help

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Look at it from the other side...
Now that a lot of possibilities have been added to this platform, I would like to launch my new project. A project that revolves around photography. I've been walking around with the idea of organizing a digital exhibition titled: “Look at it from the other side...” - My idea about this is to use utensils, pieces of furniture, sculptures, paintings,... so you can see them from a different perspective. Do you always look at a beautiful painting, photograph the back or have a nice chair in your home, take a picture of the bottom...  Everyone can participate, but remember that only the best photos will be rewarded and eventually admitted to the final digital exhibition that will be organized later this year. I've taken some pictures myself so you can get an idea of what I mean right now.. Every week I want to attach a theme to it so if you want to participate in this, be sure to stick to the theme of the week. If you want to participate in this challenge, please let us know in the comments, you will also receive the correct theme every week in a private message. Saturday 1 May 2021 we will start and so you will have a week to post your ultimate photo. Every following Saturday, the new theme is presented. Remember that only quality photos can get a place in the exhibition. The conditions are simple: Your picture should be square She must meet the theme of the week With your photo you participate in the pool #fromtheotherside Of course, you must have taken the photo yourself (so no existing photos from a free site) If your photo is awarded the quality label, you give permission to use your photo in the final digital exhibition. It goes without saying that your name as a maker is included in your photo. Quality is more important than quantity but you can participate with multiple photos per theme. Personal boosters will be distributed among the quality entries. Abuse of the pool will be reported and further participation in the challenge will then be discontinued. If you want to participate in this challenge, please leave a message in the comments. Sharing is allowed and a heart is fun. #Challenge #fromtheotherside  #photography #match #contest #missustip #art #photo #photoart
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My friend is a woman
My friend is a woman - How I, as a straight woman, try to deal with my friend's transition from man to woman.“I want to be a woman.” - These words are still engraved in my memory as if he uttered them yesterday. In reality, he told me them at the end of last year, somewhere early October 2019. I fell from the sky. Of course I already knew that my friend was not a cliché machoman, and let that be exactly what attracts me so much about him. He is also autistic, because of which he can not always name his feelings and emotions, this is called “alexithymia.” We've been together for almost four and a half years now, and in the meantime, you know a thing or two about each other. For example, he told me that he used to wear dresses of his sisters for fun.Not a big deal, you might think. My mother had shortened and taken one of my father's overalls so I could walk through the mud with overalls and rubber boots and play farmer. However, what my friend never told me is how he felt when wearing those dresses, because he could never explain his emotions. Now this is still difficult for him, but with the help of a psychologist and sexologist, he slowly but surely comes out. He felt “right “when he wore those dresses, like he had to wear those dresses, and he always would. But he was born a man and his parents always raised him like that. My friend has a mustache, a beard, broad shoulders and a heavy voice. Nothing about him has ever made me - or anyone around me - suspect he's transgender.First appointment with the sexologist. - On October 14, he had his first appointment with a sexologist attached to a hospital in our region. That was a very difficult day for me, because my head told me he'd come back from the hospital as a woman. No, no, no. His sexologist helps him to (re) discover his orientation, his gender and who he wants to be. The appointments were supposed to come monthly. My friend has a counselor who helps him because he's autistic, and she's been with him once to the sexologist. I haven't dared to do it so far. After his penultimate appointment with the sexologist, he comes home and says, “I can start hormone therapy, it's really going to happen!” I can tell you that I felt terrified that day, and I had one panic attack after another and systematically hid it all from my friend. To this day, I still have panic attacks, although thanks to my new antidepressants, these are a lot less frequent.To the endocrinologist. - At some point, my friend's autism supervisor is sitting with us, and she says to him, “Oh yes, I have mapped out our train and bus routes to get to Mortsel”. I fell all the way from the sky. When I asked why they went to Mortsel and when, the counselor looked at me amazed. She thought I knew they were going to Mortsel together. No, no. Apparently, there's an endocrinologist. I had NEVER heard the word in my life, but apparently this is also called a 'hormone doctor', who is very concerned with diabetic patients, but also with people with hormone problems or, in this case, transgender. My throat was kind of pinched. Hormones already? A thousand and one questions popped my head in, and most of them are still there.The first hormone pill. - Yesterday it was then time: he was allowed to pick up the prescription for his hormones from the GP. He then did this and he immediately went to get the medication from the pharmacist. Yesterday he also immediately took his first two doses. I am terrified. Realistically, I know that no changes will be noticeable for the time being, but they will actually be there. For him, of course, it was great. He loves this whole process, he will finally become who he wants to be and he hopes to finally be truly happy. And I'll give him that. How hard I give him that.- Oh, my... But what about me? - I am straight. Of course, I can greatly appreciate the beauty of some women (who not?) , but I'm not attracted to women. My friend keeps telling me that he will not change much, but how can the transformation from man to woman be called “not much” now? What's going on with our relationship? I love my friend, but I really love it, and now I feel like I'm grieving. Because soon “my friend “will be gone. Then there's a woman in its place. He's not out of the closet with my parents, who are actually his parents, since his real parents have never been parents to him (are you still following?) , and plans to do this through a letter, because that way he can get out of his words more easily, and he can't tell them face-to-face, afraid of their reactions. He already wrote that letter, and I already read it. When he plans to send these to my parents, I don't know. But I'm also afraid of my parents' reaction. I'm afraid of everything right now. - This is the beginning of what is likely to become a long series. With this I give you a broader insight into my life at Yoo.rs, which is currently completely upside down. #transgender #holebi #hetero #lgbtq #persoonlijk