4 thoughts on “Chapter 3: And a Stick to Beat the Devil With, page 46”

  1. Now I realize who Pippi reminds me of. There was this boy called Bill who got taken from his parents by the child protective services, and put in the care of a family I knew, when he was about two years old. His parents were basically busy doing drugs and beating each other and didn’t do anything for him except, I suppose, keeping him alive. And nothing is what he became. It took over a year before he began to learn to speak. It seems like that could be Epiphany thirteen years later: Still trying to work out how to actually function on the most basic levels as a living being and a part of the world, though people expect her to somehow already be something close to an adult just because of her age, capable of reasoning and making decisions for her future and holding responsibility far beyond what she is psychologically ready for.

    The saddest part is, she’s unlikely to ever get the help she needs to have a chance of catching up with her life.

    1. That’s deep, but i think anyone can catch up in their life, it’s just a matter of getting over some obstacles and living your life. People aren’t that weak :\

    2. Wow. Strange how our brains are able to suss out the nuances in situations. That you were able to recognise a possible/plausible outcome for this young boy must’ve been somewhat startling. Let’s hope Bill progresses in a healthier way.

  2. From my experiences with others similar to Pippi, they don’t. Someone at the age of two or three probably will do fine, but after enough years are spent in that kind of home, there’s not much you can do.

    It’s learned, it becomes the norm, and breaking out of the easy reaction is hard to do.

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