If It's Not One Thing... It's Your Mother
That is a joke that often elicits laughs. It took me a long time to realize the truth of how my mother's behavior, borne out of her distorted sexuality, impacted me. In truth it caused a lifetime of suffering. It has been very important to look squarely at the truth. But then I remember the ways she showed love to me, in her own way, of course. Fortunately, I've not made the leap from bad mother to horrible women. That feels like painting with too broad a brush. The women I've met along the way have been very much like me... imperfect. Blaming them leaves me in a place where healing becomes difficult. There are no easy villains in my story. It doesn't mean I will invite or tolerate abuse from anyone in my life. But until it has been proved the person with whom I'm engaging has malevolent intent, I'll give them the benefit of the doubt.
I've mentioned my collaboration with a women to create a 12 Step meeting focused on recovery from child trauma. I noted when I spoke with her after our last meeting that I really hadn't known her well before. She said she hadn't felt safe with me and then offered that I seemed removed when I shared at meetings, not really with the moment. It would have been easy for me to criticize that observation but I've done just enough healing that I recognized the truth of what she was saying. I did tell her I understood what she was saying but I haven't thanked her yet for taking the risk of being so honest with me. She too is a sexual abuse survivor and I doubtless picked up on her defenses... even as she picked up on mine. We might even become friends as we share our vulnerability with one another.
I've mentioned my collaboration with a women to create a 12 Step meeting focused on recovery from child trauma. I noted when I spoke with her after our last meeting that I really hadn't known her well before. She said she hadn't felt safe with me and then offered that I seemed removed when I shared at meetings, not really with the moment. It would have been easy for me to criticize that observation but I've done just enough healing that I recognized the truth of what she was saying. I did tell her I understood what she was saying but I haven't thanked her yet for taking the risk of being so honest with me. She too is a sexual abuse survivor and I doubtless picked up on her defenses... even as she picked up on mine. We might even become friends as we share our vulnerability with one another.
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