Rare is the post or essay that mentions not one but TWO writers—Alice Miller and William Stafford—that have had such a profound effect on me, and done so in such a graceful and affecting way. I first read Miller’s The Drama of the Gifted Child when it was recommended to me by a therapist, but it wasn’t until For Your Own Good that I saw clearly my own wounds and my own way of relating to that still-intact child spirit, and the bigger picture into which these all fit. Thank you as always for the thoughts and words and resources you share, David.
Rare is the post or essay that mentions not one but TWO writers—Alice Miller and William Stafford—that have had such a profound effect on me, and done so in such a graceful and affecting way. I first read Miller’s The Drama of the Gifted Child when it was recommended to me by a therapist, but it wasn’t until For Your Own Good that I saw clearly my own wounds and my own way of relating to that still-intact child spirit, and the bigger picture into which these all fit. Thank you as always for the thoughts and words and resources you share, David.
Thank you, Matthew. It is...something of a compulsion, but I mean to make the most of it.
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That’s beautiful David, what a great reflection on what it means to live in a fallen world, which includes us.