I’m a big sloppy puddle after listening to that incredible speech. It feels really good to cry for reasons of relief, recognition, and the suggestion that we’re astronaut-league strong, smart and courageous for holding on to reason. (I mean sure, on a good day...😎) This is a whole different cry from the one we’re used to, and I’m recommending it to all my fellow parents. Jamie, you’re a true hero, and we know it comes with a heavy cost. Thank you, friend.
Or deluded. Maybe my intuition was right. It led me to start researching. I wasn't just looking down a narrow, biased track to support my delusion, was I?
I mean- I'm not the only one who sees that the emperor has no clothes, am I? I found you, and others who see what I see. You give me my sanity, and self.
My love, along with your help (and the help of others with your courage) is saving the life of my child.
If there are other parents like me, reading this, then we can't all be deluded.
And then we ARE, with your help, saving all of our children. All of them. Just by holding on to the truth. Because just one voice can be heard, and just one person can guide all the children from the clutches of the pied piper's lair. And that one voice can be greater than the seductive tune of the piper's lure.
“Keep yourself alive first.” I was mopping my floors as i listened to your well thought out talk- and I burst out in tears. You are speaking to me. I did not want this clip to end. Please keep talking to us. Your voice and wisdom are a comfort and badly needed. I appreciate you.
That was brilliant. My tears surprised me. There's pain, and beauty, in perseverance and following that faint path of truth/light in the dark... only sustained by instinct really, not "knowledge" in the usual sense of the word. The path has also been like an overgrown trail, sometimes it's obscured or choked out by invasive heavy thorny weeds. It's not impassible, but sometimes you do wonder how many cuts you can sustain, how much blood you can lose, and still keep finding and clearing the way. Giving up can take many forms and there were times I thought I would (or had momentarily) but turns out that's just not in me.
If you're going through hell - keep going" right? Either that or you make yourself at home there... whether or not you realize it.
Thank you, Jamie, for seeing us ROGD parents and acknowledging our pain, courage, determination, and TRUTH. You are a hero.
I’m a big sloppy puddle after listening to that incredible speech. It feels really good to cry for reasons of relief, recognition, and the suggestion that we’re astronaut-league strong, smart and courageous for holding on to reason. (I mean sure, on a good day...😎) This is a whole different cry from the one we’re used to, and I’m recommending it to all my fellow parents. Jamie, you’re a true hero, and we know it comes with a heavy cost. Thank you, friend.
It's true, isn't it? I'm not mad. Or bad,
Or deluded. Maybe my intuition was right. It led me to start researching. I wasn't just looking down a narrow, biased track to support my delusion, was I?
I mean- I'm not the only one who sees that the emperor has no clothes, am I? I found you, and others who see what I see. You give me my sanity, and self.
My love, along with your help (and the help of others with your courage) is saving the life of my child.
If there are other parents like me, reading this, then we can't all be deluded.
And then we ARE, with your help, saving all of our children. All of them. Just by holding on to the truth. Because just one voice can be heard, and just one person can guide all the children from the clutches of the pied piper's lair. And that one voice can be greater than the seductive tune of the piper's lure.
Thank you deeply, Jamie
“Keep yourself alive first.” I was mopping my floors as i listened to your well thought out talk- and I burst out in tears. You are speaking to me. I did not want this clip to end. Please keep talking to us. Your voice and wisdom are a comfort and badly needed. I appreciate you.
That was brilliant. My tears surprised me. There's pain, and beauty, in perseverance and following that faint path of truth/light in the dark... only sustained by instinct really, not "knowledge" in the usual sense of the word. The path has also been like an overgrown trail, sometimes it's obscured or choked out by invasive heavy thorny weeds. It's not impassible, but sometimes you do wonder how many cuts you can sustain, how much blood you can lose, and still keep finding and clearing the way. Giving up can take many forms and there were times I thought I would (or had momentarily) but turns out that's just not in me.
If you're going through hell - keep going" right? Either that or you make yourself at home there... whether or not you realize it.