littleoc
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Context:
I have lived much of my life not being allowed to experience reality. Most notably (and very simply put), my ex convinced me that I was not a human being. Or an animal. I lived ten years being something else, having to act correctly and agree it was real without hesitation (or I'd regret it). There were elaborate stories I had to build (or face serious consequences) around numerous characters that had to be proven to be real, almost constantly.
It was a living nightmare and not something I can explain easily. I feel insane if I think on it too hard.
So... I don't know what's okay.
I did grow up with the Coca-Cola Western style, red-suited Santa Claus. I stopped believing in him on my own, as well as the Tooth Fairy and Easter Bunny and what have you. Not the same as other kid -- I felt like I needed to fake believing in them, or my mom would get depressed. My dad made it hard to keep up things like that. There were nights he would literally steal the coin that was placed under our pillows to buy drugs or alcohol.
I WANTED to believe in Santa so badly that when I got a surprise gift from my adorable little brother, I tried to cling onto evidence of Santa's existance despite knowing it wasn't real. After my little brother excitedly told me that HE had gifted me the thing, I got upset and heartbroken and felt very stupid.
Similar situation when my brother's first grade class built leprechaun traps, and we all got an aquarium ready to keep him in. My mom awkwardly let us know how smart Leprechauns are, and that they might get out of any really good trap with magic... luckily the teacher sprinkled green glitter on his trap. Less disappointment.
My wanting to let my mom believe that I believed became horrendously dangerous really fast when I was 12-13 and ended up with my ex, who forced the lack of reality. It has really screwed me up.
I remind myself often that it is okay to be human, to be an animal.
So.... do you have opinions? I can tell this is a distortion just by looking, but should I adjust or not?
My thoughts currently that I would like being challenged on:
I have lived much of my life not being allowed to experience reality. Most notably (and very simply put), my ex convinced me that I was not a human being. Or an animal. I lived ten years being something else, having to act correctly and agree it was real without hesitation (or I'd regret it). There were elaborate stories I had to build (or face serious consequences) around numerous characters that had to be proven to be real, almost constantly.
It was a living nightmare and not something I can explain easily. I feel insane if I think on it too hard.
So... I don't know what's okay.
I did grow up with the Coca-Cola Western style, red-suited Santa Claus. I stopped believing in him on my own, as well as the Tooth Fairy and Easter Bunny and what have you. Not the same as other kid -- I felt like I needed to fake believing in them, or my mom would get depressed. My dad made it hard to keep up things like that. There were nights he would literally steal the coin that was placed under our pillows to buy drugs or alcohol.
I WANTED to believe in Santa so badly that when I got a surprise gift from my adorable little brother, I tried to cling onto evidence of Santa's existance despite knowing it wasn't real. After my little brother excitedly told me that HE had gifted me the thing, I got upset and heartbroken and felt very stupid.
Similar situation when my brother's first grade class built leprechaun traps, and we all got an aquarium ready to keep him in. My mom awkwardly let us know how smart Leprechauns are, and that they might get out of any really good trap with magic... luckily the teacher sprinkled green glitter on his trap. Less disappointment.
My wanting to let my mom believe that I believed became horrendously dangerous really fast when I was 12-13 and ended up with my ex, who forced the lack of reality. It has really screwed me up.
I remind myself often that it is okay to be human, to be an animal.
So.... do you have opinions? I can tell this is a distortion just by looking, but should I adjust or not?
My thoughts currently that I would like being challenged on:
- Telling a kid that Santa is real and creating elaborate stories around it can be confusing and traumatic (not PTSD-levels of traumatic, obviously). Therefore, I might just be better off teaching my personal kids that it's a story that they can PRETEND is real, but know that it isn't. It seems healthier that way. I would just have to tell my kids to not be bullies by ruining other kids' dreams? Obviously I'd word that much more appropriately. Don't FORCE people to take on your views of Santa.
- Will kids without Santa in a Western context feel robbed of not having Santa and other stories? Would it mess up childhood in relation to peers?
- Would not having Santa make beliefs harder to form somehow? It couldn't possibly make kids "too rational," right?
- Would I cause harm either way?