Gyp5y Is N0T In Dang3r!

I am a huge fan of the movie, "Pacific Rim". Yes, I am aware it is not an Oscar winner for it's adult dialogue, per se..... but, it succeeds on so many levels.

Guillermo del Toro created from scratch, an iconic film, with rich detail and hyper saturated colour, in keeping with classic, Japanese monster films of yore.
I have watched the extras on the DVD, and find the cast and crew seem to have enjoyed the hard work their efforts helped to craft.

I appreciate their hard work!

I, perhaps, appreciate it more than most.
As a "man", suffering from PTSD for the last three years, I find myself trying to explain excessively, adult (child abuse) material to a ten year old son.......

or rather, trying N0T to explain it to him, but wanting to help him comprehend, what is currently, happening to me, in a manner which won't ever leave him to believe he is, in any way, responsible.

The Gipsy Danger is a Jaeger, (giant MECH weapon used to fight Monsters), in Guillermo's film. It is operated by two pilots, due to it's mass and power. (Even the actors agree, it is a challenge to pilot!)

Early in the film, "The Gipsy Danger" suffers catastrophic failure. My own body did much the same thing in 2013, when I virtually, lost all physical control. I have been off work, from my 18 year career, as a trucker; most recently, for Lincoln Welding equipment, throughout Ontario, until bi-lateral foot trauma ended my trajectory.)

As I rebuild my "hotrodded" body, (175# of tattooed muscle, on a 5'8" frame),
my mind, my memories, and our checkered past, come back to haunt.... and heal US.

Again, my dear "son" knows nothing of this. So, how do I explain, why I have such strange and extreme behaviors?

As my "two" minds are reconnected, I get more and more control over my "functions".
I became so ill, I wasted to 135# and wished only to die...... every day.

Now....
I am no longer in danger.
But, I still have twenty pounds of muscle to add, and some flexibility to recapture.

Why am I putting myself through MORE torture and pain?

A little boy loves me.
He called me "Dad".

I've never felt more appreciated, to be given such a title, by such a wondrous, little man.
I want to earn the right to keep it.

......(and still find a way to be myself, without losing myself again, in another "hu-man's" race.)

Tick Tock.....

I'm not in danger, but time waits for no one.
Read less