Sarah Jessica Parker and star actor husband Matthew Broderick have a 7-year old son, and also twin 10-month old daughters from a surrogate mother. She would have celebrated (or not celebrated) her 45th birthday on March 25. Age is to blame say the British. They are reporting Parker is now down to wearing a size zero and that her obsession with weight loss is from being paranoid about getting old. They say she believes if she is able to stay thin, she thinks she will be able to stay on top of that. Old Father Time will surely prove otherwise. The star actress always seems to be fair game for the tabloids due to the continued popularity of the HBO series, Sex and the City. Then there are also all of the never-ending references to her looking like a horse in real-life. Currently, Sarah Jessica Parker is of renewed interest in Great Britain since she is now getting ready to promote Sex and the City 2 which opens in movie theatres there on May 28, 2010.

Revelations keep coming about the more commonly occurring sexual abuse of children than anyone wants to know. This issues continues to surface as an in your face world-wide social problem. Those who are shocked and appalled and those who continue looking for ways to invalidate the courageous, who lived this experience, appear to be making judgments, laws and social decisions without truly understanding this lived experience. Many like me, who have experienced childhood sexual abuse, go quietly about their lives attracted to other wounded souls whom they can share love and care for when they haven't learned to do it for themselves. This ability to love and give to others is a disconnected wisdom of the spirit that lives inside but until integrated doesn't help the carrier. It also keeps us silent because of fear of rejection by others whom are so easily able to voice their opinions about something they have no experience other than what they have learned from books and research. Research while helpful isn't even the tip of the iceberg of the thoughts and feelings that lie beneath needing an island of safety before they can come up and be expressed. Research gives us ideas about a certain group but not the individual lived experiences. So this article is not about generalizing to all. It is my story, my struggle to find my voice and give it words of expression to what I keep discovering that lies beneath my lifes' iceberg. sex stories in hindi

Other things happened during my childhood like physical abuse, emotional detachment, and multiple losses and moves. My iceberg is composed of so many issues that it is difficult to know what contributed to what. I survived the physical and sexual abuse. I have no physical scars of either. Most of my injuries were to my developing self trying to integrated and make sense of the confusing messages and experiences within a family that appeared to the world like leave it to beaver. We were involved in church, scouting, school activities and had friends. I think that is why I see life as both and rather than either or. We had it all. I also think that the confusing and unanswered questions not only contributed to my self-blame but also to my shame. I remember after we got involved in church and I learned my sins could be washed away I was so happy. I admitted I had sinned (I didn't tell what I thought my sins were but that I had sinned) and accepted Jesus into my heart. I felt a freedom and a burden lifted after I was baptized. However, the shame came back. Sometimes I would baptize myself while taking a bath and imagining the dirty feelings going down the drain. I just couldn't seem To let go of my feelings that I wasn't okay. God couldn't forgive me. He could forgive others. I know now it was me who was not forgiving me. In my distorted thinking I connected being of service to others was my lifetime penance. I think that belief came from never feeling like what I did was good enough for my family. I couldn't make my parents stop yelling and fighting and I couldn't make them not beat my siblings. I couldn't make my mother be a mother. Before I turned 18 the belief in my failings was running my life and I could accept any mistreatment as validation of God's judgment upon me and my 'lot in life to bear.' Throughout the years I have confronted my parents and we have come to terms with each other. My humanness needed them and in not getting my legitimate needs met from them I lived in a great deal of fear of abandonment and rejection. This fear organized my beliefs and motivated me from a place of fear. My spirit of Love could not abandon them and on some level understood them as lost children in adult bodies. Now I am learning to give that spirit of Love to myself. I'm learning to nurture myself and provide myself with the self-care I deserve. I realize that it was not God that didn't forgive me; it was I who wasn't forgiving myself. I think it was easier to accept and take the blame and have an illusion of power and control than to accept my overwhelming feelings of helplessness, powerlessness, shame and grief. The emotions were too much to bear so they had to go somewhere. Children not only easily accept the blame for adult failings they resist any attempt to tell them otherwise. I see it every day in my private practice.