My mother has been through a lot in her life, some bad before the truth, then following through during and after. Almost all of which she never shared with me until the past few months when I had to have my questions answered to get past the events I was stuck on. I feel I am aging in years every month now, and was curious as to why. It's strange because I have a large responsibility for a large group of people, and seem to be good at it. However, in my "natural state" I think I was about 10-12, from here looking back I can see so many juvenile actions on y part. I've heard this before about women in particular, their voice sticks at a certain age if there was a traumatic experience (little girl voice), with men it's something different that is a big indicator, immature behavior (how many times have you seen a guy acting like a teenager?).
Anyway, to the point, my mother has spent a lot on therapy, and had some brilliant doctors. One thing they said to her that really hit me was that our memories never grow up. We can't mentally revisit the time when we were taken advantage of by an older stronger person, revisiting with our current knowledge and strength and fortitude. We are eternally at that stage in our lives in that memory. So I the thought passed to me was that a person has to "embrace" the even, for lack of a better word, and recognise it for what it really was. Doing that, a person can dissect the event and know the real truth, because most of us (or at least I was) were taught to not see the entire truth of the event. We were taught that "maybe you misunderstood" or even outright "that person would not do that" and then we began to doubt ourselves, whether we even had a grasp on reality or not in the first place.
Fortunately I have someone in my life that was there for all of it, and now I can ask the questions I never could ask before. The best part for me is, I'll ask about a memory that is faint or shut out for some reason, and I'll ask "did this happen?" and invariably it did. The question has been asked on this board so many times, "why are you angry?" I am not angry any longer, I have a hate, not of people, but of what was taken from me. The group, collective, organization, whatever you want to call it is part of a system that strips the purest of things from a person. They make us unbeleivers and apostates to ourselves because we reject the truth of our own perceptions. We are taught to ignore our own eyes, ears, hearts, and even the worst of all, our memories. How can someone believe or have confidence in themselves after that? Doubtless that is one of the tools of the organization, criplle a person emotionally to the point the depend on the "support" of the group...the same group that cripples them.
Praise the one who left you
Broken down and paralyzed - A Perfect Circle - Judith