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Constructive criticism... something that helped mold me as a child.  The "sticks and stones" theory that words will never hurt, is wrong, words DO hurt, but words also help.   Knowing what other people think of you is not always important, but can play in the back of your mind.  Those words can either help you change to be different, or change your opinion of the person who said them.  Not everyone has a constructive word, some of their words just reflect their own personality flaws. Political correctness, and our "tip toe" syndrome is taking away the molding words and replacing them with more damaging affects.  Saying NOTHING as opposed to what you really think is not always the best approach either, unless you have an ugly personality and really DO want to hurt someone's feelings.  But, if you have "molding" words to say to someone, in an attempt to get them to see what YOU see, then those words should be said. Someone once told me I have a b

As I get older, I find that I spend more time reflecting on my life.  I think back to fun times, hard times and the times that made me who I am.  I realize that healing is a process.  It's a hard process.  However, I have also realized, that you don't heal from everything, you just learn how to live with it. There is a house that I drive by everyday.  It is in my neighborhood.  The song "The House That Built Me", that would be this house.  It was never MY house, but the house of the woman who babysat me while my mother worked.  For a mere 2 1/2 years, I endured her torment and physical abuse, and not only abuse from her, but from the other children that she babysat as well.  Not all of them, just a few. But those few, and her, laid the foundation to my now, well maintained, fortress. All of the events that took place in those 2 1/2 years were never addressed.  I kept them to myself.  I never told my mother, for back then, you just didn't do that.  I suppose