No, there wasn't a lot of physical violence in my childhood. But what there was, was mostly directed at me. I learned to hide, to please, and to pretend like it never happened. It is so hard to put into words what I experienced. Nothing I have read in books describes it. Or it only describes a part of it.
There was a large degree of emotional abuse but that was mixed with physical abuse and threats of abuse. There was physical and emotional neglect. What it really amounted to was a house where everyone avoided each other most of the time. So I had to figure out how to survive the attacks and how to raise myself amidst threats to 'send me away' or 'get rid of me.' I grew up thinking I shouldn't be alive.
My biggest issue in recovery is learning how to stop acting the way I think others want me to. I want to become authentic. And I look at my life as it is now and see that nothing I have done was out of knowing or trusting myself. I am beginning to feel my feelings, find my voice, and make choices that honor myself. It has been a long road to get this far.
Sometimes I think of the process as trying to become real or authentic and sometimes like I am trying to finding my soul. In doing so, like you, the gravity of the experiences sinks in. As I remember things that I have thought about so many times before, it is as if I finally am grasping that they happened to Me, the Me that is here now and not just a child that exists in my mind.
I think when we witness violence like you did, it's like it is actually happening to us. It is like we don't have the proper boundaries between what we saw and what happened to us. It was all happening to us. Because we were not Safe.
There was a large degree of emotional abuse but that was mixed with physical abuse and threats of abuse. There was physical and emotional neglect. What it really amounted to was a house where everyone avoided each other most of the time. So I had to figure out how to survive the attacks and how to raise myself amidst threats to 'send me away' or 'get rid of me.' I grew up thinking I shouldn't be alive.
My biggest issue in recovery is learning how to stop acting the way I think others want me to. I want to become authentic. And I look at my life as it is now and see that nothing I have done was out of knowing or trusting myself. I am beginning to feel my feelings, find my voice, and make choices that honor myself. It has been a long road to get this far.
Sometimes I think of the process as trying to become real or authentic and sometimes like I am trying to finding my soul. In doing so, like you, the gravity of the experiences sinks in. As I remember things that I have thought about so many times before, it is as if I finally am grasping that they happened to Me, the Me that is here now and not just a child that exists in my mind.
I think when we witness violence like you did, it's like it is actually happening to us. It is like we don't have the proper boundaries between what we saw and what happened to us. It was all happening to us. Because we were not Safe.