Today, my son has reappeared in RL [real life in chat speak]. Right now he is upstairs luxuriating in Internet usage after having frequent exercise interspersed with long rides in a car for a couple of weeks.
It is a bizarre sensation. In truth, a lot of other people know about stuff like this, but experiences vary. Some would be happy and relieved, some conflicted and others do not really like it.
I did not really like people thinking someone other than my son’s father is his father and I do not like other people mistaking my son’s stepmother for me – his real mother.
It is not a type of displeasure that would kill anyone but is more like ‘scuff marks’ from not having better luck with marriage.
Now, I have been re-watching a movie that is creepy and perhaps strangely powerful.
It is a movie in which I personally find it ambiguous about whether there is a serious government cover-up of a plane crash in which some children were amongst those who died….and mind-wiping experiments by governments and the basic psychological problems people have if they lose a child and their grief make them a bit crazy for a while….but with proper therapy, they can be brought back to reality.