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Indoctrination/Parental Alienation- Charlie McCready

The idea that the alienating parent is not standing in the way of your relationship with your child is pure theatre. It’s an act. Behind the scenes, they’ve already given the child their lines and coached them into believing the character they’re supposed to play. Indoctrination, such as when a child is alienated and without justification for their rejection of you, is what’s happening. The child isn’t being given choices. They’ve already been coercively controlled and enmeshed into an alignment with the alienating parent.⁠

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A child’s expression of wishes holds such power and is often a deciding factor in proceedings concerning them, but it should be acknowledged as a voice, not a choice. Placing the child in a position where they must select one parent over the other goes beyond being inappropriate. Children often desire things at age 8 or 9 that they’d go nowhere near ten years later. I’ll give you an example. I thought it would be incredibly cool to be a lion tamer. Thankfully my parents didn’t think to put me in a lion’s den with a whip and a whistle, thinking that my needs must be met because this is what I believed was right for me. I also wanted to be able to fly, and they didn’t send me off to be operated on with wings attached to me surgically. Of course, children need to be heard, but they also have to be guided, nurtured, given boundaries while not being totally indoctrinated. Children might not know better than to wish for something detrimental to them, as in the case of being allowed to choose to reject a loved, loving parent, having been encouraged by the alienating parent to do so.⁠

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Research shows that many adults who, in their youth, rejected a parent, having been given a lot of pressure to do so by the other parent, later came to regret it and wished somebody would have had the sense to help them realise this was not a good idea – friends, family, legal or mental health professionals, anybody. ⁠

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Taking, ‘it’s their choice’ at face value fails to recognise the extent of coercive control, psychological abuse, and manipulation at play, which can have profound negative effects on the child’s emotional development and well-being.⁠

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Breaking Reality -1999

Indeed , my reality was shattered, X walked

out , April , Mom passed & Dad went into

depression, grieving and was diagnosed

with COPD .

Drugged into a state that certainly denied

reality , every fear I’d ever had manifest.

Our middle son graduated in 99.

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Doctors – The Reality

Sadly this is fact .

Many drs do not continue their education

after graduation, many learn from the

pharmaceutical industry in a ” best in

show”.

It’s been normalized which is why I see

holistic !

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We are all Wounded

We Are All Wounded

We are all wounded,

bearing invisible scars that lie deep within our souls—

where no light dares to reach.

We move through life with hearts stitched together

by trembling hands and whispered hopes,

praying that no one looks too closely.

The world teaches us to wear masks,

to force a smile when it hurts,

to cover our cracks and pretend we are whole.

But the truth is, we are all broken—

each of us carrying untold stories

we’re too scared to share.

The mother who sheds silent tears

long after her children have drifted to sleep.

The man who laughs the loudest,

masking an emptiness that echoes through the night.

The friend who always says, “I’m fine,”

because she knows that no one truly asks twice.

We bleed differently.

Some wounds are fresh—

still raw and aching to the touch.

Others have formed fragile scabs,

but the pain lingers like a ghost,

haunting us when we press too hard.

And some are buried so deep

we’ve convinced ourselves they don’t exist—

until something unexpected tears them open again.

Maybe it was betrayal that shattered you.

Maybe it was the love you poured out

that was never returned.

Maybe it was the dream you chased

only to be left with empty hands.

Or the person you lost too soon—

a void that time has failed to fill.

Maybe it was the harsh words you endured as a child,

or the deafening silence when you needed comfort most.

But listen, love—

your wounds do not make you weak.

They make you human.

They are proof of a life fiercely lived,

of battles fought with a heart brave enough to feel.

Your pain is a testament to your strength,

to the resilience of a soul

that refuses to give up.

And though we are all wounded,

we are also healers—

carrying soft words in our hearts,

offering comfort through unspoken understanding.

We mend each other with kind gestures,

with the warmth of a gentle touch,

with a reminder whispered in the quiet—

“You’re not alone.”

That is how we begin to heal.

So do not hide your wounds.

Do not pretend they are invisible.

Let them breathe—

let them teach you tenderness,

reminding you that every soul you meet

is fighting a battle unseen.

We are all wounded,

but we are also unbreakable.

We may stumble, but we rise again.

We may break, but we rebuild—

stronger, wiser, and braver than before.

Our scars are stories—

not just of pain and loss

but of courage and survival.

So if you feel broken today,

know this, my love—

you are not alone.

You belong to a world of souls

who wear their cracks with grace,

shining light through their brokenness.

And that—

that is what makes us beautifully,

irrevocably human.

Life

Life is strange. We come with nothing and fight for everything, and in the end, we leave everything and go with nothing.

Life is a fleeting journey, a cycle of gaining and letting go. We arrive with empty hands, yet we spend our days chasing, building, and holding on, as if we can outrun time itself.

We grasp at love, success, and meaning, desperate to make something of the brief moments we are given.

And yet, no matter how much we gather, there comes a day when we must release it all. But perhaps the beauty of life is not in what we keep, but in what we give, in the love we share, the kindness we leave behind, the lives we touch along the way.