Argentina

In the late 90’s the people of Argentina took to the streets with pots and pans to over throw their government . It was rough !

A woman was made president and murdered . And the government returned to crooked ways .

In the year 1977 I traveled with my husband to Brazil and my 1st plane trip, out of the country to spend7 days in a very beautiful Rio and grasp the military government and hear it from a tour guide .

Our room faced the mountain side , not the inlet beach area and card board homes graced the side of that mountain where if you were lucky enough to work at this luxury hotel you might make $1.00.

The annual festival saw many murders , much thrift

If you lived on that mountain side and the rains came , you lost your cardboard home . You tied your baby – toddler to your ankle and slept under bridges

Same deal in Argentina as Brazil

Time for a cool change πŸŒˆπŸ™β€οΈ

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Author: GreatCosmicMothersUnited

I have joined with many parents affected with the surreal , yet accepted issue of child abuse via Pathogenic Parenting / Domestic abuse. As a survivor of Domestic Abuse, denial abounded that 3 sons were not affected. In my desire to be family to those who have found me lacking . As a survivor of psychiatric abuse, therapist who abused also and toxic prescribed medications took me to hell on earth with few moments of heaven. I will share my life, my experiences and my studies and research.. I will talk to small circles and I will council ; as targeted parents , grandparents , aunts , uncles etc. , are denied contact with a child for reasons that serve the abuser ...further abusing the child. I grasp the trauma and I have looked at the lost connection to a higher power.. I grasp when one is accustomed to privilege, equality can feel like discrimination.. Shame and affluence silences a lot of facts , truths that have been labeled "negative". It is about liberation of the soul from projections of a alienator , and abuser ..

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