This story time is their own invention: a way, the great, to make things right. To give a chronological order of events, to scan and be in control every moment of life. For me, however, time does not exist, has no value: does not pass, does not stop and did not flee.
I would never say things like "I can not wait" or "I wish it lasted more" or "when" or "how soon" or "in the meantime." To me there is neither the first nor during nor after, but I only exist with my current needs, here and now, here and now: I'm hungry and I want to eat now, I'm tired and fall asleep to ' moment, I have a stomach ache and scream. There is no other, for me, my needs and the fulfillment of it.
Instead they strive to continually 'categorization', according to timelines that, in turn, lead to the universality of a rule that I should adapt or, conversely, in the particularity of me as an individual who sets out general rules and an unprecedented fee.
I am and I remain an individual with special needs and of the moment: I'm hungry now and I was hungry three hours ago. But it is not said that I was hungry again in another three hours. And it is by no means certain that I will soon be drinking the same amount of milk before feeding.
tables that say I should eat approximately every 3 hours and that in this period of my life I should take 110 mg of milk meal and that should increase my weight of 150 grams per week, does not endorse and does not approve. These are average estimates that do not take into consideration my needs and my difficulties, my illness and my anxiety. Deductions not understand how universal "now eats every 2 hours "or" now takes 130 ml of milk to breastfeed "just because the last three times I have to do so.
Time flies for everyone except for me and let me where you are: not established a pattern with my pace, not enforced standard, not adeguatemi in general, and even with guidelines the advice, opinions and experiences of others.
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