BT Syndrome

By R. W.
University of Texas

I suffer from something
Maybe you’re familiar…?
You see, I’m not from around here.
Saturday morning cartoons and Micky D’s after Volleyball

You played sports? YES I played sports (well, sort of)
These hips do more than pushing babies
Facebook pictures in tank tops. Pants. At The Beach.
Can I leave those up? Isn’t there some kind of Heter for that? Like married women who still have pictures pre-sheitl? No? Oh…

I know what bacon tastes like! Oh, And Cheeseburgers
Eh, yall aren’t missing much…. but waiting 6 hours?
That’s a lot to ask.

My artifacts: cursing, 7 old pairs of jeans, tube tops.
My racey bucket list.
Ex boyfriends (their artifacts)
The crowd I used to own now baby mamas, tattooed, trash.

Yeah, I have a past.
The Mishnah (like I remember which one) tells others not to ask
Kidding? I love this subject.
Me, me, sin, light, Israel, me, sem, me. etc.

On Saw You at Sinai, you can indicate preferences to date only FFB‘s
What are we, Muggle-born?
Are you kidding? We have a lot more fun.

4 comments on “BT Syndrome

  1. Very incisive post-I would suggest that if you look at the photographs in many homes, BTs and FFBs,you will see an evolution of many parents in terms of their appearances in many pictures as well as they evolved and their relationships with their families of origin. Especially in the homes of BTs, IMO,parents learn how or should learn how to “explain” their pasts to their kids, in a positive and respectful way.

  2. If we trace back far enough, we all have yichus. Those who trace back to geirei tzedek have yichus, too; their ancestors were very upright, courageous people.

  3. One of the biggest myths about Baalei Teshuvah is that they do not come from prestigious yichus.

    Baal Teshuvah yehivahs include students who are descended from: The Vilna Gaon, the Baal Shem Tov, Rabbi Shimshon Raphael Hirsch and many other famous Rabbinical names.

    My own yichus: I trace my ancestry aa a kohen to Tanach times. There is a small street and synagogue in the Old City of Yerushalayim named after a rabbi who was my grandfather’s grandfather.

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