Selena_Kitt
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I've been thinking about this, esp in light of the "spanking" discussion on Joe's thread... interested in hearing other's thoughts...
I was what you would call "abused" as a kid. My older sisters got worse than I did (I was my father's only biological child and they were stepkids so I think I had some sort of force field protection around me in that way--although I got my share anyway). They were actually sexually abused, and one of them was taken away by the foster care system for six months after a beating so hard she couldn't sit down in school.
My father was/is bipolar and you never knew which mood swing he'd be on.
So I know what it's like to be beaten, had my arm broken, and after that incident with my sister, he got much more creative (and sadistic) in his punishments.
Still, given that... my body healed, and my psyche, to some degree, forgot a lot and forgave the rest. Humans are human, everyone is fallible, and considering my father's upbringing (he was beaten with farm implements by his own father) I understand, if not condone, what he did.
The part that I find, as an adult, the hardest to come to terms with is my spiritual neglect as a child. Is there such a thing?
Well... my parents were very lacking in belief, certainly. Nothing was ever taught to me about any sort of connection to something greater, and as an adult, the hardest thing for me is to have faith.
Maybe I'm just mad at "god" or "the divine"... I don't know.
But some part of me believes that the body heals and even the psyche heals... but if you don't get that teaching of faith as a child, it leaves such a huge hole, and it's incredibly hard to fill as an adult. I don't know why that is, but it has been my experience... it's the hardest thing I've ever done.
Thoughts?
I was what you would call "abused" as a kid. My older sisters got worse than I did (I was my father's only biological child and they were stepkids so I think I had some sort of force field protection around me in that way--although I got my share anyway). They were actually sexually abused, and one of them was taken away by the foster care system for six months after a beating so hard she couldn't sit down in school.
My father was/is bipolar and you never knew which mood swing he'd be on.
So I know what it's like to be beaten, had my arm broken, and after that incident with my sister, he got much more creative (and sadistic) in his punishments.
Still, given that... my body healed, and my psyche, to some degree, forgot a lot and forgave the rest. Humans are human, everyone is fallible, and considering my father's upbringing (he was beaten with farm implements by his own father) I understand, if not condone, what he did.
The part that I find, as an adult, the hardest to come to terms with is my spiritual neglect as a child. Is there such a thing?
Maybe I'm just mad at "god" or "the divine"... I don't know.
But some part of me believes that the body heals and even the psyche heals... but if you don't get that teaching of faith as a child, it leaves such a huge hole, and it's incredibly hard to fill as an adult. I don't know why that is, but it has been my experience... it's the hardest thing I've ever done.
Thoughts?