tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053427813454658272.post3039351639687148625..comments2023-07-03T17:02:56.202+01:00Comments on Doris Mash: Middle of the nightDorishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14073379610501763461noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053427813454658272.post-31376502290169574222011-06-12T21:15:44.410+01:002011-06-12T21:15:44.410+01:00The extra sadness in that is that she actually rev...The extra sadness in that is that she actually revelled in the telling of the story! Oh jeez, that is so horrible. And I can identify with that normalising of such behaviours. Hugs to the little you. xxxDorishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14073379610501763461noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7053427813454658272.post-76462565040456266582011-06-12T14:31:21.318+01:002011-06-12T14:31:21.318+01:00Reading that makes me remember something. I wish I...Reading that makes me remember something. I wish I could unpack it but it's just snatches. It's my mother saying to me, with amusement, that for years I used to sit down as soon as she came into the room because I was so used to be hit. Sitting down made it harder, apparently. She told this as a joke. I can't really remember. <br /><br />I do recall being chased around the garden, or Johttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17356965133404249244noreply@blogger.com