We’re not born constipated.
We’re born healthy little animals,
able to trust what our bodies tell us
and automatically expel waste products.
Then in childhood we begin hearing
messages like Quiet down and
Big boys don’t cry or Don’t cry or
I’ll give you something to cry about.
Surrounded by giants on whom we
depend for food, shelter, love and
security, we have no choice but to
follow such instructions.
Voila. Constipation.
~ Steve Hauptman, Shit
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September 8th, 2023 at 3:49 pm
Hi Steve. It’s been a while since I’ve posted. Wanted to let you know that I’m enjoying your posts and they really help me think and grow. I can’t begin to tell you how much has changed in the 10 years since I first found you/your writing. But am so appreciative of your talent/efforts!
September 9th, 2023 at 8:02 pm
How nice of you to say so. 🙂
Thanks, Eunice.
April 3rd, 2024 at 4:44 am
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Hi Steve
I too have found your posts to be essential in my recovery towards a healthier human. In particular the one about handling Crazy and this post above. I have been able to apply this need to express to myself and others with good outcomes.
I find that when I need something I look through your posts and the answer presents itself in your words.
Thankyou, again