Cracks in the facade

Cracks in the facade
Hi all. Ive been at the beach since Saturday and having the most glorious time every day. Each night however, has been a different story. The nights havent been bad, but carefree has not been part of the program.

My brother, his wife, the kids and 2 of their friends, my father and his girlfriend all came to the house on Sunday and we spent several hours at the beach and then had a bbq. We had so much fun, especially my b/f who spent much of the afternoon swimming and finding seashells with my 8 year old nephew, who he adores. Last night, we were sitting on the deck with the tiki torches lit just relaxing. It was a very beautiful setting but my b/f got sad. He started talking about the differences between my family and his and how it was just so weird for him to see, much less understand. I told him it sure seemed like he was enjoying himself and he assured me that he was but that when the kids were around, he was even more hyper vigilant than usual, especially with the little guy. I asked him why that was and he told me that Sean reminded him of himself at that age - so innocent. What a wonderful admission for me to hear him make. Almost the moment he said this, his mind took it back, but too late - it was out there. Im actually pretty proud of myself and how I handled things last night. Each of his arguments to me of how grown up he was was met by me with an even more compelling argument of how grown up he was NOT. He said that he always acted older than he was, therefore, some of what happened was his fault. OK, I said, so you were six trying to act older - that would make you what? 8?! Every kid always wants to be more grown up then they are, but even the most mature child is still a child without the life experience, knowledge, maturity or wherewithal to be anything else; its the adults around them who bear the responsibility of nurturing, teaching and protecting. I then called his attention to the fact of my nieces friend who was here on Sunday. Ive known this little girl since she was about 6; she is now 13. She is gorgeous and has the body of an 18 year old but she is 13 and acts every bit the silly teenage girl that she is. My b/f was blown away. He knew my niece was only 13, but somehow didnt make the connection that her friend would be the same age because of the way she looked. I asked him if he thought it would be OK for an adult to take advantage of her just because she looked older. Of course not, he said, shes just a kid! Such a simple concept right? But not one that he can understand and relate to himself, but it made him think and then it made him cry. Point made. It doesnt matter how old you look or try to act - youre a child. I think he got it, if only for a few minutes.

He has such a difficult time admitting that it doesnt make sense to look back at the boy him with his man mind but little bits of understanding are creeping in. I can see how difficult this is for him; hes hurting so badly thinking of the child, not the man. I see that hurt and understand a little bit why he protects himself so intensely. The crack has been made and if things keep moving forward, as I believe they will, it will not be re-sealed. This perhaps means more pain as the understanding and magnitude of what happened to HIM takes hold, but it will also mean he can heal the wound. This is hard for me to watch; I cant even imagine how hard it is for him.

Theres so much more, but thats the super important one.

I have the day to myself today because he had to go to north jersey for work meetings. The poor baby will bake and I will enjoy the healing sea breezes but hell be back early this evening and I cant wait to see him.

ROCK ONTrish
 
i go thru this with my wife's family. mine is so cold, and hers is so loving and warm. hers treats me better than my own much of the time. it does get me down if i am not careful. it is kind of like that is what family is supposed to be, and mine is what it isnt supposed to be. it kind of rubs it in my face at what was missing in my life as a child that made me a perfect target for my perp, and trapped me in that messed up existance.

his comments on how he felt mature for his age, and how he blames himself are also me to a tee. until i went back using hypnosis, i really thought i knew more as a little boy than what i did. it is easy to look back and impose today's knowledge on that little boy. at six, he didnt know nothing, and he certainly didnt know better, but somehow he has got to figure that out for himself. until his deep inside intellect knows it, he wont fully buy that it wasnt his fault.
 
Phoster,

I know he doesn't completely understand the concept - that will be a long time coming. But the fact that he's even thinking it is miles away from where he was months ago. His family was awful and his parents, mother in particular, were the perps. He wasn't set up for outsiders to take advantage of, he was trapped in the hell he was born in to until his physical escape.

ROCK ON.....Trish
 
Trish
I can't believe what you wrote there, I've just gone through pretty much the same thing while on vacation in Canada visiting my brother and his family.

My brothers 8 years older than me so his kids are in their 30's with kids of their own.
The 3 weeks we were over there was the longest time I'd spent with young kids ( 3 under 5's ) in my life, which was an emotional experience in itself because I was so scared of becoming "one of them" - the abuse continuing - that I never allowed myself to have children, which affects my wife more than me.

However, my nephew is so like me in so many ways that it's scary. My brother has a photo of me at the same age my nephew is now and we're like twins.
We also think alike and share many interests.

To see him playing with his 2 kids, caring for them, telling them off, and getting pissed off by them, made me think about the state I was in at his age. I was a wreck.

Naturally I feel very close to my brother and all his family, and despite many of lifes problems affecting them all, they are a good close family that live, love and work together despite them being spread from Toronto to PEI.

After a few glasses of wine one night my brother and I got talking about families, and sadly our parents, while not being abusive in any way at all, never displayed or shared love through the family.
It's tragic that in almost every way I feel closer to my brothers family, and my in-laws family, than I do to both my parents.
And it took a few days of contact with the younger members of the family to finally prove that to me, especially my nephew.

Dave
 
Trish,

Your bf is doing great so far as I can see. These episodes of sadness will come and go as he makes progress and integrates the recovery work he is doing into the broader fabric of his life and relationships with other people.

I don't know if this will make sense, but what he's learning is that a patch isn't the same thing as a repair.

Much love,
Larry
 
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