The day I was told that the truth about Santa Claus not existing, was the first time in my life I ever felt great disappointment, betrayal, and great sadness.
I'm thinking that has to be up there with the most dissapointment s caused in childhood history. I never went thru that. My mother made sure we knew. Sometimes I feel like I missed out on the excitement of Christmas because of that. Do you not think that the fantasy outweighs the dissapointment Autumn? Great answer, thanks for responding.
Some people have been so disappointed to find out that Santa Claus doesn't exist that they decide they must have been lied to about God existing also. as a child i too had to come to the realization Santa Claus did not exist. it was hard to accept because the two persons i trusted the most were the ones that had lied to me. I realized later in life they meant well, but the conclusion of the matter is lying is never a good reason or excuse to explain the existence of a mythical person.
That's a fantastic point, the one about god, I mean. I would place the difference in that I'm pretty sure Santa Claus is not real. In the case of god, I rather treat that with cautious skepticism, you know.... Just in case.
I remember that as well, Autumnleaves. I first heard that tragic news on January 5, 1970. However, I pretended to still believe in Santa Claus until I found out that my sister had found out, after which I stiopped pretending. I didn't want to tell my sister such tragic news myself, you see.
That's a good story Andy. I mean it. I'm afraid that as a kid, I didn't have such reservations. I sure remember being the bearer of bad news for many a kid in the school playground.
This post was edited by Benedict Arnold at November 29, 2016 6:21 AM MST
I remember the first one to tell me was one of the other boys in school, and at first I didn't believe him so I went around asking the others whether it was true or not. At the end of the day I had to accept for the first time that Santa Claus was not real. But my sister is three years younger than me and I didn't want to spoil the festive fun for her, I simply waited until she told me herself (3 or 4 years later) that she had herself heard the terrible truth. Lol:)
"Asking the others if it was true or not" .and then pretending in front of your sister. There's something tragically funny about the story. I remember when I learned what putting your pets to sleep meant. I actually thought that they would put them to sleep until they healed. I didn't tell my little sister about that one however. )
I understand what you mean about that as well, Lago. I was about 10 and my sister was about 7 when we lost our first cat. It wasn't long before we got another one though.
Disappointments comes out of broken hopes, wishes and/or expectations. I don't have my historical timeline in order to remember if one thing came before the other in my childhood. My parents divorce surely was one broken expectations that had impact on my life and me growing older. Hmm.
One thing I know is to look for the positive when meeting disappointments, and keep up my hopes and wishes for the future constantly. Expectations have the habit to build up themselves, even if I try hold them back.
This post was edited by Benedict Arnold at November 29, 2016 6:22 AM MST
I think you may be going too deep on me here Sapphic, I'm way simpler than that. You surely have an early memory of something that suddenly opened your eyes to how things were different than how you saw them with your child's eyes yes?
This post was edited by Benedict Arnold at October 16, 2016 4:24 PM MDT
Two faced friends, yes, that's a good one. I can imagine, the being taken aback by that realisation. I wonder what did that do in terms of trust towards others after that. Great answer!
From back when you were little? That awesome I think. I have one friend from grade school. She has always been there, is like a thread sewn thru all the years of my life. Know what I mean?
And of course divorce. I remember, spaghetti flying across the room one night, and my father gone the next day. It affected my brother greatly. I also remember telling my mother a couple of days later that maybe she should have double checked the recipe. But she didn't think it was funny. Thank you SapphicHeart. VOTE NOT TRUMP!
I wanted a little blue and red plastic Fischer Price record player toy when I was very little. I remember thinking that it had a certain gravitas that other toys I had didn't have. Why I thought that I don't know, I was a strange little child. My desire for this thing was well known to my parents but for some reason they never bought it for me. I began to think it was becoming an unspecified point of principle, and no doubt I would have demanded to know why (does that surprise you) in the form of foot stamping and quivering lip. I guess that that began to fuse in my consciuosness - however unfair, however much I stamp my feet, I'm not (always) going to get an answer that I found acceptable, and that people are just going to ignore you, however many demands you make.
I have a story from a little later on in my disappointment curve, it's a tear-jerker. It could be too endearing to you )
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