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  • There was a point in my recovery when i believed my parents were toxic but as i aged i've come to realize the love, compassion and pity that existed between them. They lived very difficult and short lives.

    My dad was a product of Holy Rosary Mission school on Pine Ridge Reservation, he and his 4 siblings. Naturally due to the military style regiment there all the boys joined the U.S. gov't armed forces. My dad's nickname was Moot cuz he was always reading and he loved school. Even after being a lifer in the Marine Corp he went to nite school on the G.I. bill.

    He exhibited the expression of sexual abuse all his adult life and he could never stop drinking. It seemed to me his life was really shame based, probably due to his being such an introvert.

    We never expressed religion in our home and i blame the insular world of boarding school for his mistreatment. Of course his own brothers loved the church and apparently they did'nt experience what he did or the bitterness and resentment.
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