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		<title>Comment on When cheating signals larger truths by Dangers of relationships with friends, co-workers &#124; Shrink Central</title>
		<link>http://drkatrinawood.com/2012/02/17/surviving-affairs/comment-page-1/#comment-205</link>
		<dc:creator>Dangers of relationships with friends, co-workers &#124; Shrink Central</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 08 Apr 2012 03:28:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] emotional affairs lead to full-blown sexual affairs. Many marriages, families and partnerships are destroyed as a [...]</description>
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		<title>Comment on Put your teen parenting skills to the test by How to spend more time with your kids - and less money &#124; Shrink Central</title>
		<link>http://drkatrinawood.com/2010/03/18/teenage-parenting-skills-test/comment-page-1/#comment-204</link>
		<dc:creator>How to spend more time with your kids - and less money &#124; Shrink Central</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 08 Apr 2012 03:15:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] a teenager? Take my parenting skills test.            [...]</description>
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		<title>Comment on Facebook and Twitter and iPhones, oh my! by How to spend more time with your kids - and less money &#124; Shrink Central</title>
		<link>http://drkatrinawood.com/2010/08/14/cyber-alienation/comment-page-1/#comment-203</link>
		<dc:creator>How to spend more time with your kids - and less money &#124; Shrink Central</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 08 Apr 2012 03:14:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] contact and communication on a regular daily basis. This is more true than ever with the personal communications devices that bring complex and questionable pluses yet so many [...]</description>
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		<title>Comment on In defense of being &#8216;touchy feely&#8217; by Pepper</title>
		<link>http://drkatrinawood.com/2010/02/25/415/comment-page-1/#comment-202</link>
		<dc:creator>Pepper</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Mar 2012 09:51:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I came from a family that didn&#039;t express their feelings much, my parents didn&#039;t even kiss. There was no &quot;good job&quot; or any positive reinforcement. My parents liked the fact that I didn&#039;t date in my teenage years, and I was awarded for not talking in school. So I now have social anxiety, drug use, fear of women and intimacy. I never even went on a date with a girl yet and I&#039;m almost 30 and I don&#039;t see anything changing soon. My sister has it even worse, she has this wonderful condition called borderline personality disorder and she controls my life. I&#039;m trapped both ways and am so confused about what life is even about and why it&#039;s so unfair. I don&#039;t know my emotions, I&#039;ll feel none for a month then out of nowhere I&#039;ll cry and feel something at odd times. I&#039;m lost in this world with no friends, never had any, I just watch people, wishing I was like them. My parents always said, don&#039;t worry it&#039;ll happen and I believed them. Then before I knew it I was 25 living with a uncle that beats himself, a sister that cries and threatens suicide daily blaming me for it. I wish I wasn&#039;t so afraid to talk to my grandparents when I was younger, now they&#039;re all gone, died before I was 20. I can&#039;t get that back. Now drugs make me feel normal, like i did when I was a kid, but they don&#039;t last and there&#039;s always a price to pay. If I move on with my life it will hurt my sister and she may not make it. This is life, it hurts, and you can&#039;t change the past. Alot of my time is spent coming up with excuses so i won&#039;t set off my sister, it&#039;s a !@#$$%%n minefield around here. I have a bad feeling one of us is going to end up dead in the next few years. Oh well, my dad died in my arms in this same house, so on goes the cycle. 

Every once in a while I get to escape this prison by making up an elaborate lie, turn up the music in the car and for an hour, feel what it&#039;s like if I was raised in so much of a different way. A way that didn&#039;t make me only get gratification from work, a way that would let me have fun, and have a real job like everyone else, have women pay some attention to me instead of ignoring me. So what do I do, write my deepest feelings into a blog that no one will see and it will prove that no one cares in real life, it&#039;s your job to do that, if you can - if you don&#039;t, you&#039;ll end up like us, searching for an answer that will never come, a kind of saviour if you will. I&#039;ve had a taste of what happens when all this past a present #$ap disappears, I binge drank twice a week and remember the freedom you speak of and that contrasts with my life now and I don&#039;t like it, don&#039;t like it one bit. Maybe someone can help but seeing uncaring life is and you really are &quot;on your own&quot; I don&#039;t think it&#039;ll happen, no matter how much I wish. It&#039;s ironic, when your a kid you dream of growing up - when your a grown up you wish you a kid again. I&#039;m sure someone used that expression before me but i don&#039;t care anymore, sue me. Please don&#039;t, I have little money and even less of a soul, I have nothing left to give. That should be what it says on my tombstone. I&#039;ll put it my will tomorrow.


Keith</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I came from a family that didn&#8217;t express their feelings much, my parents didn&#8217;t even kiss. There was no &#8220;good job&#8221; or any positive reinforcement. My parents liked the fact that I didn&#8217;t date in my teenage years, and I was awarded for not talking in school. So I now have social anxiety, drug use, fear of women and intimacy. I never even went on a date with a girl yet and I&#8217;m almost 30 and I don&#8217;t see anything changing soon. My sister has it even worse, she has this wonderful condition called borderline personality disorder and she controls my life. I&#8217;m trapped both ways and am so confused about what life is even about and why it&#8217;s so unfair. I don&#8217;t know my emotions, I&#8217;ll feel none for a month then out of nowhere I&#8217;ll cry and feel something at odd times. I&#8217;m lost in this world with no friends, never had any, I just watch people, wishing I was like them. My parents always said, don&#8217;t worry it&#8217;ll happen and I believed them. Then before I knew it I was 25 living with a uncle that beats himself, a sister that cries and threatens suicide daily blaming me for it. I wish I wasn&#8217;t so afraid to talk to my grandparents when I was younger, now they&#8217;re all gone, died before I was 20. I can&#8217;t get that back. Now drugs make me feel normal, like i did when I was a kid, but they don&#8217;t last and there&#8217;s always a price to pay. If I move on with my life it will hurt my sister and she may not make it. This is life, it hurts, and you can&#8217;t change the past. Alot of my time is spent coming up with excuses so i won&#8217;t set off my sister, it&#8217;s a !@#$$%%n minefield around here. I have a bad feeling one of us is going to end up dead in the next few years. Oh well, my dad died in my arms in this same house, so on goes the cycle. </p>
<p>Every once in a while I get to escape this prison by making up an elaborate lie, turn up the music in the car and for an hour, feel what it&#8217;s like if I was raised in so much of a different way. A way that didn&#8217;t make me only get gratification from work, a way that would let me have fun, and have a real job like everyone else, have women pay some attention to me instead of ignoring me. So what do I do, write my deepest feelings into a blog that no one will see and it will prove that no one cares in real life, it&#8217;s your job to do that, if you can &#8211; if you don&#8217;t, you&#8217;ll end up like us, searching for an answer that will never come, a kind of saviour if you will. I&#8217;ve had a taste of what happens when all this past a present #$ap disappears, I binge drank twice a week and remember the freedom you speak of and that contrasts with my life now and I don&#8217;t like it, don&#8217;t like it one bit. Maybe someone can help but seeing uncaring life is and you really are &#8220;on your own&#8221; I don&#8217;t think it&#8217;ll happen, no matter how much I wish. It&#8217;s ironic, when your a kid you dream of growing up &#8211; when your a grown up you wish you a kid again. I&#8217;m sure someone used that expression before me but i don&#8217;t care anymore, sue me. Please don&#8217;t, I have little money and even less of a soul, I have nothing left to give. That should be what it says on my tombstone. I&#8217;ll put it my will tomorrow.</p>
<p>Keith</p>
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		<title>Comment on Flirting with disaster: emotional affairs by How to survive an affair - and save your relationship &#124; Shrink Central</title>
		<link>http://drkatrinawood.com/2009/03/15/flirting-with-disaster-emotional-affairs/comment-page-1/#comment-195</link>
		<dc:creator>How to survive an affair - and save your relationship &#124; Shrink Central</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Feb 2012 16:12:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] Often an affair becomes the fantasy of how life might be, how a relationship should be &#8212; a slice of life outside of the world of the mundane. A repression of true feelings. [...]</description>
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		<title>Comment on Setting free your inner child by Creativity and the inner child - rediscovering a sense of wonder &#124; Shrink Central</title>
		<link>http://drkatrinawood.com/2008/12/04/setting-free-your-inner-child/comment-page-1/#comment-184</link>
		<dc:creator>Creativity and the inner child - rediscovering a sense of wonder &#124; Shrink Central</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 29 Sep 2011 07:41:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] connected to the inner child also helps fuel our creative endeavors. Often in life there is tendency to shame our inner child [...]</description>
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		<title>Comment on Learning the language of emotion by Dr Wood</title>
		<link>http://drkatrinawood.com/2008/12/13/learning-the-language-of-emotion/comment-page-1/#comment-183</link>
		<dc:creator>Dr Wood</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 26 Sep 2011 14:52:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thanks for your question, Godfrey:

The language of emotion does not discriminate among cultures, the road to intimacy and connection at its heart requires the preservation of the child part of who we are, in essence our vulnerability. For it is our child who experiences wonder, awe, innocence, longing and the desire to give and receive love. Protecting this part of ourselves or reclaiming that innocence that was tainted or shattered becomes a crucial part of the restoration of who we are as human beings. 

Go back to his childhood, remember with him what toys he loved even if there were but a few, go into the early memories of what made him curious about life what made his eyes wide with wonder, and together share memories and time together to rebuild the innocence lost. All things are possible but hold onto the child part of yourself and bring it to him and see little by little what can be found.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks for your question, Godfrey:</p>
<p>The language of emotion does not discriminate among cultures, the road to intimacy and connection at its heart requires the preservation of the child part of who we are, in essence our vulnerability. For it is our child who experiences wonder, awe, innocence, longing and the desire to give and receive love. Protecting this part of ourselves or reclaiming that innocence that was tainted or shattered becomes a crucial part of the restoration of who we are as human beings. </p>
<p>Go back to his childhood, remember with him what toys he loved even if there were but a few, go into the early memories of what made him curious about life what made his eyes wide with wonder, and together share memories and time together to rebuild the innocence lost. All things are possible but hold onto the child part of yourself and bring it to him and see little by little what can be found.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Learning the language of emotion by GODFREY AIFESEHI</title>
		<link>http://drkatrinawood.com/2008/12/13/learning-the-language-of-emotion/comment-page-1/#comment-182</link>
		<dc:creator>GODFREY AIFESEHI</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Sep 2011 23:59:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>love ur directions and ways of communication ...but when dealing with a child coming from another culture and way of life into a foreign land and finds himself in the wayward lifestyle of ganglife in the city ...how do u communicate with such to bring him back to light of what life is and him not throwing his life away to holigan life.........</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>love ur directions and ways of communication &#8230;but when dealing with a child coming from another culture and way of life into a foreign land and finds himself in the wayward lifestyle of ganglife in the city &#8230;how do u communicate with such to bring him back to light of what life is and him not throwing his life away to holigan life&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;</p>
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		<title>Comment on The 5 Commitments, in writing by Validating Feelings &#124; Why Not Train A Child?</title>
		<link>http://drkatrinawood.com/2009/03/25/the-5-commitments-in-writing/comment-page-1/#comment-179</link>
		<dc:creator>Validating Feelings &#124; Why Not Train A Child?</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Sep 2011 16:43:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] The 5 Commitments in Writing For your sharing convenience:TwitterFacebookemailPrintTumblrDiggdel.icio.usStumbleUponAdd to favorites   Filed Under Gentle Parenting Tagged With emotions, examples of gentle parenting, feelings, gentle discipline, happy heart, Organique Gal, postive parenting, Rilla G., validation [...]</description>
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		<title>Comment on A healthy child makes for a healthy adult by What we will remember from childhood - good and bad &#124; Shrink Central</title>
		<link>http://drkatrinawood.com/2009/07/21/a-healthy-childs-path-to-healthy-adult/comment-page-1/#comment-176</link>
		<dc:creator>What we will remember from childhood - good and bad &#124; Shrink Central</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 13 Aug 2011 03:22:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] long as the parent is able to soothe the child&#8217;s feelings and doesn&#8217;t ignore them, that&#8217;s the best he can do. I don&#8217;t think that the child [...]</description>
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