But it can also be because they sense you are trying to get past them and find what they hide. They were "born" to keep you alive and will fight like hell to keep you away from what they feel will hurt you.
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Pietro, yes, I think this must be what is going on with my 20-year old self and why she is aggressive towards me and appears to be lying. Underneath it must be her overwhelming sense of distress about some aspect of the rape that I maybe as yet have not brought fully into consciousness. It is very confusing because she is also screaming at me that I'm not listening to her whatever I say. There does seem to be another part, as yet rather vague visually, with a very critical, nasty attitude and turn of phrase. This seems rather more like my mother and father wrapped into one, and it is following my 20-year old self around and intervening in my conversations with her. It does make sense that they have been internalised as my inner critic.
It is not surprising that they should all emerge when I have so very recently written to my parents to tell them about my diagnosis and that I am seeing a rape trauma therapist. I have asked for no contact, which was immediately ignored by my parents and all of my 3 sisters. Of course, it is kicking all of this up. I have taken a brave but necessary step on my road to recovery - I need that space from them in order to have any hope of healing - but it has meant that the rats are out of the bag for my parents, and to a lesser extent my sisters, who were not abused. I gave my parents no details in my letter about my recollections of the rape, or the abuse by them. They will inevitably be wondering what I will remember and what I will do with that information. My mother will be very likely doing her ruthless, manipulation of the wider family and family friends, and I am sure a great deal of my fear is what that will entail for me. My temporary cut-off is very probably going to turn into a permanent one as far as they are concerned, and it is just not what I had envisaged for my life. I had previously decided to be the loving daughter I wanted to be, despite their attitude. I had decided to try and avoid getting pulled into their constant psychodramas and stick with my stance on life. With the emerging memories of abuse, though, that stance in respect of them doesn't seem to viable any more, or certainly not for the foreseeable future.
Our identities are so deeply connected with our blood families, aren't they? But as you know, emotional abuse twists is all so horribly. Unfortunately, I have not been in a position to have a family of my own and currently have no partner, so I have not managed to establish another safe place of belonging in the world yet. I have a career identity, but not a family one. So I am rather at sea on that front right now and am surprised to what a degree it is an issue. I suppose we are all small furry creatures at heart, who need to know where the pack is and get upset when there is a threat to that pack or the burrow! I am though one of the strongest people I know, so I am doing my best to find positive points of reference. It is all just a bit too slow.