Monday, February 14, 2011
That was then, but this is now.
My birthday sunset. Wow.
It was a great birthday day. I worked hard with clients I genuinely adore. One of my clients is a woman so pregnant she's ready to pop at any second. It was incredible to think about my own mother, may her soul rest in peace, going through all that fifty-eight years ago.
1953 can NOT have been a fun year to have a baby in the U.S. Whoa. One thing I'm thankful for is that at least Dr. Gray didn't yank me out with tongs, a common practice at the time. But I'm sure my mother was drugged beyond submission, perhaps with ether - a terribly toxic substance. No doubt she was laid out flat on her back, strapped down. I know my father was also in the hospital with torn hamstrings so my mother must surely have been very worried all the way around.
One of my theories about why we Baby Boomers got into hallucinogens revolves around the idea that most of us were born stoned out of our minds. When we came of age we of course sought a similar state of consciousness. Right after birth, we were held upside-down and smacked on the ass, hard, by the doctor. Is it any wonder that one of our slogans was about distrusting authority? Or that we believed you should never trust anyone over thirty? Hmmm
Breast feeding was "out" during the 50's. After birth we were denied our mothers' milk. Instead we were fed some kind of hideous combo of cow's milk, corn syrup and god knows what else, out of a bottle. We were kept in "play pens" (cages, really). Dr. Spock advised mothers to "allow" their kids to cry themselves to sleep.
Oh man. Is it any wonder so many of us turned on, tuned in and dropped out? Or spent many years in psychotherapy? I did both - of course!
We Baby Boomers are all much older than thirty now, and many of us have given up our old habits around hallucinogens. At least I have. Thank God! I'm outta here early to go work on clients.
Happy Monday, y'all.