Childhood Damage - Do you know yours? (if any)
Childhood Damage - Do you know yours? (if any)
A recent post by Goldie touched on the subject of "fillers;" people, things, activities we use to avoid identifying and working through our original injury(s) and it really got me thinking. I finally figured out that everyone in my life was pretty much a filler since my injuries were prior to age 10. Fillers like picking unavailable abusive partners, over and over have been my story and have kept me from healing. The "good" ones didn't last long.
For the longest I thought I was some kind of freak of nature and that I was different...the only one who understood me was my dog. As a child, I was never physically abused or molested; nothing horrible happened. I had two parents who worked hard and my mother was always there. So wasn't I supposed to be "normal?" ...not.
So what the hell happened to me? It's real simple...I had two good damaged parents who did their best but, unfortunately suffered from PTSD, depression and unresolved trauma due to what they suffered during WWII and from their parents. Not rocket science. I was a very sensitive child and their inability to be there for me emotionally was all it took to make evolve into a N magnet.
Thanks to the last piece of work, I'm facing all of it and healing definately means going back to the original injury which really occurred at birth and through my entire childhood. This is tough because I don't remember specifics...I guess it's about grieving...I have the forgiveness and understanding. Most of this is not about exN or my parents but, about me. (However N is not absolved from his role as the Asshole King but, I'll let my higher power deal with him.)
I spent years dissecting N and went back to school and got a MA in psychology because of him. It helped learning about pathology but, even school was a filler. When I was done, the pain was stil there...wherever I go, there I am.
I guess where I'm going with this post is to say that in the end, it's all about US. Maybe the psycho is a gift that propeled us to do things we would have never done (like join this blog) and to motivate us to take the journey inward to deal with our issues. That's about all that is left to do.
Marriage isn't a band-aid
sorry to rain on your parade
Fooled No Longer
sorry to rain on your parade
As far as childhood damage
Sun
a truly inspring post! There is so much Awareness here!
Striving
Thank you Tresor. So much
Tres
Sorry to interfere in your
Sun
Sun, this paragraph from your
Freaked
thanks tresor
Thanks Freaked
thanks again Tresor
Wanting to be wanted so
yeah i'm really seeing that
I never cry anymore I'm too numb
Well FG
Yes, I know mine
Moni, my granddaughter
Moni
Sunafterrain
Monilove - The biracial
Tresor2
EXCELLENT topic!!!!
Wow Layla!
Layla