A last incredibly inane anecdote:
When I was very small I had to have a shot for some reason. When I saw that needle, I went insane. I screamed, kicked, hit, ran, hid under the examining table, slid under a couch. My mother, the doctor, the nurse first tried to reason with me, then they pursued me and dragged me out. Superior manpower won and I got the shot. Of course, they knew much I didn't know. Within my small world, I just knew someone was after me and was going to hurt me. Even my mother, with whom I should have had some sort of trusting relationship, was in on this betrayal. I couldn't differentiate. I just knew I was threatened.
I dunno. When I started typing, it seemed to be some sort of apt analogy, but I have lost it. :) |
