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This post is about the book my daughter and I are writing that will contain the story of my severely abusive infancy and childhood with a Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD) mother. If I were to suggest one single story to read as a precursor to the book I am working on, it would be Medea, an ancient Greek tragedy written by Euripides, based upon the myth of Jason and Medea and first produced in 431 BC. This story is about (I am certain) a Borderline mother.
I also have no doubt that in the future researchers will confirm that BPD is a condition that happens as early infant-child abuse, trauma, neglect and maltreatment ACTIVATES particular genetic combinations that in the end lead to BPD in adults at the same time these processes of infant-caregiver unsafe and insecure malevolent attachment relationships deeply disturb a suffering child’s development so that a pre-Borderline condition ALWAYS exists during the childhood developmental stages of such a survivor. This pre-Borderline condition could be identified before the age of 12 if society knew what to look for and what was being looked at.
I am not a ‘professional expert’ but I am a researcher in my own right because I am a survivor of a severely abusive 18-year infancy-childhood with a Borderline mother.
I can only write my story by finding MY story as it exists separately from my mother’s story. This might seem like a stupid statement to anyone who does not have first-hand experience of being raised by a Borderline mother (or father). As I explain in my book writing our two stories are so entangled, enmeshed, twisted and at times so fused together that it would be impossible for me to tell the difference between the two stories without the very clear understanding that I have developed over YEARS of research in my adulthood that my mother’s story is a LIE and therefore is EVIL while my story is the TRUTH and therefore is GOOD.
This is NOT a simple intellectually-based process. The ONLY way I can find my own story separate from my mother’s is to FEEL my story inside my own body.
I am blessed in my work to have in my possession many of my mother’s writings that came into my hands after her death in 2002. I believe her writings exist as a part of what I imagine to be a divinely mandated higher purpose. How my mother’s words, my words, and my daughter’s words interact and interrelate with each other will be a part of the power of this book once it is completed.
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In the meantime, and on this present day as I prepare myself yet again to dive back into my book-related writing tomorrow morning in my response to Question #5 of the 19 questions my daughter is ‘feeding me’ so that this story can be born, I am thinking about that one most important word: POWER.
There is true POWER in the truth. Because my story lies in the TRUTH of what I experienced being raised by a severely disturbed and severely ABUSIVE Borderline mother, if I do my task to the best of my ability there will be the POWER of TRUTH in this book.
I struggle continually within myself about the potential impact this power of truth might well have on those who read this book. Of course I desire that this impact be ONLY positive, but at the same time I fear that this book MIGHT cause damage.
As I write my story I exclude from my entire consideration the existence of any other audience other than one single person – ME. As I write, probably for the first time in my life, I am most valuing myself, the one who endured what I describe, the one that NOBODY cared about or paid attention to – let alone listened to – for the duration of time this story covers.
BUT, not ONLY that: I am realizing that this book might serve in the end an extraordinary purpose. It might well be THE ONLY book of its kind in existence that survivors of abuse such as mine can feel within their own body the absolute truth of what I am saying because my words will resonate with what these readers know in their own body.
This might simply mean that FINALLY fellow survivors can hand this book to people they know and love and say: “When I say I had an abusive childhood, this is what I am talking about! Read this story and you will begin to understand what my reality was and is like.”
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BUT, it is also not my intention in any way to BREAK someone else. The thought of this happening to any survivor who reads my book scares the bejabbers out of me!
If survivors like me read this book and FEEL their own truth resonating in response to my own words a state of EMERGENCY can very easily be created because the EMERGENCE of body memory tied to the truth has great and intense POWER.
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I am thinking about what the ‘attachment experts’ say about the inability of someone who had unsafe and insecure earliest infant-caregiver interactions to tell a coherent narrative story of their ENTIRE life – not just of their earliest years.
This blog is full of related information about this fact. Google search ‘stopthestorm attachment’ and you will see what I mean.
THERE IS A REASON WHY THIS IS SO!
In fact, there really is a NATURAL LAW behind why this is so.
In some power-full ways I am breaking this natural law by FORCING my story into a coherent form. I WILL TELL MY STORY!
While I can sit here and intellectually believe this is a ‘good thing’, I am not entirely sure it is. Here I can rely on one thing and one thing only: FAITH.
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There is a purpose for dissociation. There is a LIFE preserving reason why heavy-duty traumas can so often end up in the ‘forgotten zone’. The experience of overwhelming trauma is EXACTLY THAT: OVERWHELMING. Natural law and physiological common sense have all kinds of ways to keep human beings alive through overwhelming trauma. These survival abilities work in combination with one another in very physiologically WISE ways – for a purpose: To maintain the integrity of the person who survives.
(And yes, I believe everything my mother did to me was in the end about preserving the integrity of her existence. Without integrity as I am stating the concept, all life falls apart in the disintegration of death.)
This having been said, the only direction I can move in my thinking about myself, my story, this book is to say that I have to believe, trust and have faith in a fact that I do not know is a fact. I have to have FAITH that it is.
I have to trust and believe that it is NOW time for our culture, for society to begin to raise their awareness about WHAT infant-child abuse IS and what it is LIKE for those who endure it for ALL OF US – those who have endured it and survived right along with those who have not.
What happened to me happened because NOBODY wished to know the truth. It happened because EVERYBODY believed the lie.
There is incredible POWER in exposing lies, but it is NOT an easy or comfortable experience to recognize lies by being confronted by the truth if doing so CHANGES anyone’s ongoing ‘normal’ experience and understanding.
The intergenerational – no, it’s the INTRAgenerational — transmission of unresolved trauma is NOT going to stop until humans can learn what the trauma has to say. Reading a story such as mine simply puts people face-to-face not with ME, not with my parents, but with unresolved trauma itself.
As this happens all human compassion and empathy ‘body circuits’ have to come into play. What is INSIDE of people has to connect to what others experience – even if those others are babies and little tiny innocent people.
This being said, it seems to me that it is our society’s WINDOW OF EMOTIONAL TOLERANCE that needs to grow and expand in this process, not JUST awareness and consciousness of the ‘problem’ of infant-child abuse. This is an individual and a collective process.
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Until I complete the writing process I am engaged in so that my story is finally told from the beginning to the end as best as I can find that story, I cannot honestly say, “I know what I am talking about.” I am going back and literally ‘re-membering’ myself IN WORDS as a being entirely separate from my mother.
As I do this I am creating a ‘psychological profile of a criminal mind’ – my mother’s. I cannot find and tell my own story without at the same time doing the same thing for my father. But THEIRS IS NOT THE STORY I AM TELLING. I am telling my own.
I am nearly one-fourth of the way through my writing process. At this point I am finding that I have to revise some of my thoughts that I have held to be true up to this point. I thought in the beginning that it would be of use to other survivors to be able to read a ‘template’ of ‘how to tell your incoherent infant-childhood abuse narrative coherently’.
Now I am saying, “DON’T do what I am doing! It is dangerous. It is risky. Not for viewers to try at home!”
NOW, here is the qualifier: “Don’t do this ALONE!” In fact, I don’t suggest that ANYONE read this book ALONE!
BEING ALONE is the core experience of early abuse survivorship. BEING ALONE is what allowed the abuse to happen in the first place, and I mean BEING ALONE without anyone else who cared a single DAMN!
All stories about abuse of any kind are COLLECTIVE stories because we are members of a SOCIAL species whether we like it or not! The only hope for healing infant-child abuse is to ‘join up with one another in absolute true caring’.
I could NEVER write my story such as I am writing it now without my daughter’s involvement in this process. She, in turn, is not even going to be able to read what I write without having her own circle of true caring around her (our writing-rules are that she not read a word I am writing until I have answered all 19 questions).
So – this is the point where I can let go of my concerns about the impact and potential consequences of this book. NOBODY, and I mean NOBODY should read it ALONE without having firmly and clearly in place a circle of truly caring people around them!
It is only the truly caring circle of people who can heal trauma’s ongoing devastating effects. ONLY!
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