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	<title>Comments on: Childhood Trauma</title>
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	<description>Hello mum!</description>
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		<title>By: notburga</title>
		<link>http://exlaodicea.wordpress.com/2008/09/02/childhood-trauma/#comment-5440</link>
		<dc:creator>notburga</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Sep 2008 21:43:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Ah, well! But he is not German!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ah, well! But he is not German!</p>
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		<title>By: Seraphic Single</title>
		<link>http://exlaodicea.wordpress.com/2008/09/02/childhood-trauma/#comment-5428</link>
		<dc:creator>Seraphic Single</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Sep 2008 17:18:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Superted seems to use German punctuation.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Superted seems to use German punctuation.</p>
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		<title>By: Seraphic Single</title>
		<link>http://exlaodicea.wordpress.com/2008/09/02/childhood-trauma/#comment-5427</link>
		<dc:creator>Seraphic Single</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Sep 2008 17:17:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The best way to get super powers is to inherit them from your relations. Unfortunately, when this happens, you are accused of witchcraft, especially if you have red hair and like cats.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The best way to get super powers is to inherit them from your relations. Unfortunately, when this happens, you are accused of witchcraft, especially if you have red hair and like cats.</p>
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		<title>By: derya</title>
		<link>http://exlaodicea.wordpress.com/2008/09/02/childhood-trauma/#comment-5425</link>
		<dc:creator>derya</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Sep 2008 15:38:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>An important life lesson for children - also for youths and adults- is completely ignored: Do not receive any kind of dust, cosmic or not, from a man climbing through your window! 

I was traumatized when I realized I was not going to have a mushroom house in a forest living with my friends, growing my own food, and having no worries other than ever so stupid Gargamel. I was not ready for real life until I watched Star Wars. Although, not possessing telekinetic power was not the best of the times for me either. Sigh... But one can dream, one can dream...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>An important life lesson for children &#8211; also for youths and adults- is completely ignored: Do not receive any kind of dust, cosmic or not, from a man climbing through your window! </p>
<p>I was traumatized when I realized I was not going to have a mushroom house in a forest living with my friends, growing my own food, and having no worries other than ever so stupid Gargamel. I was not ready for real life until I watched Star Wars. Although, not possessing telekinetic power was not the best of the times for me either. Sigh&#8230; But one can dream, one can dream&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: Superted</title>
		<link>http://exlaodicea.wordpress.com/2008/09/02/childhood-trauma/#comment-5424</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Sep 2008 14:52:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Can&#039;t you just be happy for me, that I came into existence in the first place?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Can&#8217;t you just be happy for me, that I came into existence in the first place?</p>
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		<title>By: notburga</title>
		<link>http://exlaodicea.wordpress.com/2008/09/02/childhood-trauma/#comment-5423</link>
		<dc:creator>notburga</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Sep 2008 13:38:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>A plea for defective soft toys: When I was small my grandmother would, when I staid with her over night, tell me a short story before going to bed. One that most stuck in my mind was about a somewhat defective soft toy which was not thrown away (this was the GDR, we probably could not afford it) but was left in the shop after all the other soft toys had been sold before Christmas (again: this was the GDR - empty toy shops being quite a reality) but, through some chance coincidence, was bought just before the shop closed, making one child very happy (and being very happy itself - soft toys were of course pretended to be sentient anyway when I was a child). Really sticky, isn&#039;t it? And yet I could hardly bear the really sad part before the happy end.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A plea for defective soft toys: When I was small my grandmother would, when I staid with her over night, tell me a short story before going to bed. One that most stuck in my mind was about a somewhat defective soft toy which was not thrown away (this was the GDR, we probably could not afford it) but was left in the shop after all the other soft toys had been sold before Christmas (again: this was the GDR &#8211; empty toy shops being quite a reality) but, through some chance coincidence, was bought just before the shop closed, making one child very happy (and being very happy itself &#8211; soft toys were of course pretended to be sentient anyway when I was a child). Really sticky, isn&#8217;t it? And yet I could hardly bear the really sad part before the happy end.</p>
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		<title>By: Seraphic Single</title>
		<link>http://exlaodicea.wordpress.com/2008/09/02/childhood-trauma/#comment-5422</link>
		<dc:creator>Seraphic Single</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Sep 2008 12:32:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I have to say, though, that this is one of your best posts ever.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have to say, though, that this is one of your best posts ever.</p>
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		<title>By: Seraphic Single</title>
		<link>http://exlaodicea.wordpress.com/2008/09/02/childhood-trauma/#comment-5421</link>
		<dc:creator>Seraphic Single</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Sep 2008 12:29:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You must have driven your mother and all your other childhood caregivers out of their minds.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You must have driven your mother and all your other childhood caregivers out of their minds.</p>
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