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I agree. Thanks Micah and all others who have posted on this thread.
If we let the hatred, rage and anger continue, it sustains the power our perpetrator(s) we thought they had over us, even years after their deaths.
From dissecting my anger, I found that what I was really angry about wasn't so much what was done to me, it was that the image of how I thought I was as kid, and the good, normal and healthy life I could have had (like others), was destroyed forever (or so I thought for years) or taken away from me. If I had experienced a full recovery, it would have been nothing more than a temporary set back.
But the hatred and anger ate at me for decades and served absolutely no purpose but to reinforce the concept that I was helpless in recovering. Boy was I wrong!!!!!! Now, I've got the POWER! And only I can get it back and give it away again which I will never allow myself to do.
I still love and will always love my parents, - but I also hold them accountable fro what they did to us.
I promised the hero of my life - not me the adult who did all the work, and found success and triumph, but that poor defenseless child who was utterly overwhelmed and incapable of handling and understading the violence and intimidation constantly around him. To him, who asked me how could he possibly recover and try and make some of his dreams come true, to him I said: "Just watch us!!!!!!!!"
If we let the hatred, rage and anger continue, it sustains the power our perpetrator(s) we thought they had over us, even years after their deaths.
From dissecting my anger, I found that what I was really angry about wasn't so much what was done to me, it was that the image of how I thought I was as kid, and the good, normal and healthy life I could have had (like others), was destroyed forever (or so I thought for years) or taken away from me. If I had experienced a full recovery, it would have been nothing more than a temporary set back.
But the hatred and anger ate at me for decades and served absolutely no purpose but to reinforce the concept that I was helpless in recovering. Boy was I wrong!!!!!! Now, I've got the POWER! And only I can get it back and give it away again which I will never allow myself to do.
I still love and will always love my parents, - but I also hold them accountable fro what they did to us.
I promised the hero of my life - not me the adult who did all the work, and found success and triumph, but that poor defenseless child who was utterly overwhelmed and incapable of handling and understading the violence and intimidation constantly around him. To him, who asked me how could he possibly recover and try and make some of his dreams come true, to him I said: "Just watch us!!!!!!!!"
