When we are kids, forming our concept of what the world is, how it works, what OUR world is, how it works...it's not surprising that we absorb what we are living with. We mirror what we know.
So, yeah, in a house like this:
But I also had alot of anger due to the way I was brought up. Violence was common in my childhood home... Beatings.
Mum has borderline personality disorder and dad is an acholic.
It sounds like a really hard, erratic, violent place. It makes sense that anger and outburst were languages you learned early on. It's not like I believe we are doomed to become our parents. Just that it's a fact, whatever dynamic we're in, when we are learning how to relate to others - it's going to create an imprint.
I grew up in a quiet, 'don't rock the boat' kind of environment. I learned how to stay distant and quiet. Anger was something I was barely exposed to, and it almost never came at me directly, I'd just observe it in others. Small wonder, I still don't really understand how to get angry in front of other people.
I guess also its what events happened around the trauma. Like told not to say anything... Probably wouldn't express yourself.. I think. For me always knew that is wrong. Those bastards hurt me.. Very badly..
It's interesting - that's a common experience, being threatened into silence or scared into silence, or feeling shame and silencing oneself. It never seemed like an option to me, to talk. And actually, I don't think I had any way to really grasp that I was wronged. On some level I think I got it - but my awareness had much, much more to do with taking responsibility for what had been done to me. I think I couldn't handle how it was wrong. It was easier to follow the patterns I understood, and take responsibility for taking care of myself, by myself. Just, dealing with the aftermath, and not looking backwards at how I had come to be in the state I was in.
We all are survivors. NOT VICTIMS...
And that's why, for me - just talking about me, here - I'm the opposite. I understand that I survived. What I don't grasp is that I was a victim. And I was, very much so.
I need to claim myself as victim, much more than myself as survivor. To be honest - the way I dealt with what happened to me, I'm not entirely sure I survived. I lived - I can say that. But I'm trying now, to deal with
really surviving. Because when it happened, I did not deal with it, at all.
Just thinking out loud. Interesting stuff.