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+WORD WARRIOR NEWS: PRESENTING MY CURRENT 8 WORKING BOOK TITLES

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This post includes a copy of the working paper about the 8 books I am currently preparing for publication (you asked for them, here they come – to the best of my ability).  It lists their working titles along with a list of information to include in my BIG BANG BOOK that everything else I ever write is pointing toward.  (I just sent this paper off to my family and friends as fyi.)

I plan to dedicate as high a portion of the profits (above what’s needed to moderately improve my own well-being and my children’s) to the non-profits I mentioned in my earlier post, +WHAT WORD WARRIORS SAY – A BOOK BEING BORN.

I know that money needs to be generated in creative ways to build up the required capitol to afford to pay for at least the first 500 softcover copies (about $3330-$3600).

I am eager to get these projects completed – thank you again to each and every one of this blog’s readers who have affirmed my writing, my work, and my potential.  I am becoming increasingly concerned about not having done what I bet I came into this life to do before (if/when) the advanced-aggressive breast cancer comes back to snatch me.

Along with formalizing information categories into book-size sections so that I can apply for a block of 10 ISBNs (same price for ten as for one), I am forcing myself to finish transcribing my mother’s writings.  I intend to publish them with the titles listed below (barring anyone’s title-changing input) ASAP on Kindle.  I am not sure they will ever appear in hard copy.  They are voluminous and I want them accessible to people without having to cut them apart.

As I can afford it – with money from the Kindle sales if they show up – I will be able to afford a simple and efficient website that will allow for people to pay, download and print their own pdf copy of my mother’s writings if they want to.

I believe that if anyone is truly interested in how a severe Borderline’s brain might work from the outside looking in, especially a severely abusive one, my mother’s writings are a gift to the world toward this end.  Because the Borderline parent can be extremely dangerous to her offspring, and because the Borderline condition even by definition can be extremely difficult for ANYONE to detect, gaining insight into the workings of the Borderline mind has great potential for helping to understand how severe child abuse can happen as it improves all of our potential to both prevent child abuse and to intervene effectively in cases where the abusing parent is a Borderline like my mother.

I believe interested readers of my mother’s words will have to make a commitment to follow her life’s trajectory over time as it unfolds itself in her writing.  Perhaps one of the reasons the abusive Borderline is so difficult to detect is that they are the masters of illusion-delusion.  Magic happens for professionals when they can create the perfect distraction for their audience.  I believe my mother also created so many distractions within herself over time with her constant MOVING in particular, that her magic show simply spilled itself out her front door, into the street, and across the parking lot (like the ‘Porridge Pot’ overflowing in a children’s book).

If conditional so-called love and the withholding of affection, approval along with manipulations of give-and-take ‘mercy’ – in other words, deception, lies and betrayal contribute to Borderline Personality Disorder, maybe the deception builds itself into the BPD changed brain in such a way that it just grows and grows and grows……  (like a cancer).

Someone would have had to notice from a distance, and would have had to care enough to follow the porridge path of my mother’s mad illusions all the way back – inside our home – to the pot itself:  how my mother’s trauma-changed Borderline brain was working inside her skull to produce such masses of bizarre thoughts, behaviors and dangerous actions toward her offspring – that nobody – EVER – noticed.

Well, I better get back to work!! tyl

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The Devil’s Child: How 18 years of abuse by my mother did not make me like her

(I don’t like “at the hands of “) ———  need your take on this?

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360 Degrees of Change for Survivors of Difficult Childhoods


(with or without subtitle?)

This title is meant to include degrees related to the range of abuse that can happen, the range of resiliency and risk factors as they work to balance reactions to trauma, the range of dis-ability resulting, as well as the degrees of healing possible.

This book breaks down the scientific information (including attachment) in terms of a Native American format (told to readers or not?) – a circle of 360 degrees – idea that simply reading the book will create changes in people whether they actually realize what those changes are or not.

I do not want to use a calendar based concept – want this to be familiar enough from the 12-step recovery inspiration and daily reminder books – but different without ANY religious intonations.

I don’t want any ‘brain’ disruptions to happen due to ‘OH NO!  I missed March 3rd!  NOW what do I do?”  They need implicit permission to read as slowly or quickly as is comfortable, and to skip around.

Also, don’t want to identify the ‘age patterns’ below specifically, this is to organize my thinking – living with consequences of abuse WILL last a life time.  Either we recognize how abuse might have changed our physiological development or we don’t.

I am creating the subject area breaks (as per below) like they might happen over a natural lifespan, but the idea of this book is that healing happens in its own time and major healing can happen in an instant.  Every time ‘the circle’ is completed (like moving in a spiral) new perspectives are gained, new insights.  The Native elders talk about how we go through these cycles daily – and also go through them every time we are dealing with any particular problem –

I believe that even if ONE significant point (degree? – how do I connect these two ideas?  ‘degree’ and ‘point of fact’?) happens for one person, not only will their life be changed for the better but the changes in one can and probably WILL affect the many.

The Medicine Wheel actually follows ‘natural’ patterns of seasonal change as well as our human developmental life ‘segments’.  (large type underlined below is my ‘section name’)

(1) EAST (air – color yellow – spring – mind) – birth, new beginnings, childhood = ATTACHMENT (0-20)

(2) SOUTH (earth – color red – summer – body) – young adulthood, learning and practicing by ‘doing the work’ – BIOCHANGES (20-40)

(3) WEST (water – color black – fall – emotions) – our more maturing years includes introspection, self-reflection, pondering- SURVIVORSHIP (40-60)

(4)NORTH (fire – color white – winter – healing and wisdom) – our grandparent years, helping the younger generations with our wisdom – DISCLOSURE (60-80 — completes the circle so that 80 is right there with death and birth, oldest and youngest together)

My ‘sorting’ of thoughts related to these – I have around 400 points-degrees-separate pieces of information – haven’t tried sorting into these categories yet – might need to adjust my thinking, certainly need to work it through (after I have mother’s writings on Kindle) – if I keep these categories, need to NOT contaminate one with info too related specifically to a different one, need to keep them as clear as 4-seasons in Fargo are

PROCESS OF MAKING THE UNKNOWN AND THE INVISIBLE – KNOWN AND VISIBLE – THESE THINGS DON’T BENEFIT US BY REMAINING MYSTERIES!  ALL the other writings must point to this one – it’s the peak of the fireworks display!  I will need to be greatly in-spired to do this right, each of the 360 degrees need two paragraphs with a catchy title!  (just made me smile – the first one that popped into my mind as I wrote this was “the mom and pop store’ for the sperm and the egg process!)

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1st half of the book is more distant, objective and ‘technical’ – inoculate readers to get them ready for the emotional reactions they will have 2nd half

(1) – ATTACHMENT – beginning at the beginning with the involvement of our ‘feel good’ body chemicals as they orchestrate attachment of sperm and egg, zygote attachment to uterus, in placenta and breast milk, connecting attachment with food and social contact in our approach/avoid patterns of life – rupture/repair– etc – all about attachment – what it is, how it forms, clearly and without ‘malice’ describe the possible attachment disorders as they are ‘given’ by parents to children, etc. – and the growing brain – origin of self firm by two – brain tracks to consciousness and conscience – introducing terminology of development:  critical windows of development, windows of tolerance, mirroring, hemisphere growth, feeling felt, theory of mind, magical thinking (tied to denial later on) – being sent off-trajectory – built by good or bad world to represent the conditions of that world to others of our species (starts in womb) – ‘hatching’ and foundation of exploration connected to shame and dissociation in nervous-system and brain –

(2) – BIOCHANGES – all the known possible ‘invisible’ changes that can happen – nervous system, vagus system, stress-calm response system, immune system – clear description of environment-genetic interactions – phenotypes and genotypes – epigenetics – how these forces affect what our cells are going every millisecond of our life time – placing our self in context of evolution, genetic memory in our DNA – changes for a malevolent world –  how we COULD have been different – stuck with memories we cannot even recall that influence our entire lifetime (explain developmental process of memory ability) – what dissociation might be caused by – how stess fries memory region (hippocampus) brain cells for both victim and perp – describing ‘limbic kindling’, emotional dysregulation, inability to self-sooth, no trust region of brain – itty bitty left brain happy center – what brain plasticity really means – describing, say, how completely different from normal a borderline’s brain is – what’s coming down the road in terms of brain research, how that will change ‘mental illness’ categories – resting brain state, consciousness and involvement of the self in brain – how many of these changes (I believe science will show) mimic (and shown to cause in some) emotional limbic kinding/seizures, autistic-symptoms, bi-polar etc – changes in social brain at same time in emotional brain connected to stress-calm response – involvement of internal steroid system – cannabinoid and opioid systems – substance P (pain hormone) – (provide a brain term word glossary – cluster the tech brain terms together – some might skip them or come back) – book has to increase vocabulary so we can include new info in our thinking) –

PREPARING READERS TO LOOK (PERHAPS WITH SORROW, SHOCK AND DISMAY – ALONG WITH DAWNING INSIGHT) at what happens in our survivorship when we don’t have the info already presented in this first half of book as we ACTUALLY entered into our life past childhood) –

2nd half of the book is up close and personal – heading toward transformation – ‘break the bone and set it right’ – opening up realizations (and closed pussy wounds) for new healing

(3) – SURVIVORSHIP – entering our adult life with wrong information, no information – unprepared and wounded and not knowing it – making major decisions while our cortex is completing growth – having no clue what is really wrong, trying to ‘recover’ and gain understanding while most critical info we need is missing – what it’s like to live in a ‘good’ world while we were formed in a ‘bad’ world – trauma drama, etc – looking around and comparing how we are doing with others – measurements of success in our culture, impossible standards, not knowing why we fail, make mistakes, can’t keep up, can’t plan for the future – asking the questions = introspection, preparing for getting the answers – how attachment works ‘invisibly’ in our relationships and parenting – what it’s LIKE living with dissociation – contamination of present with intergenerational unresolved trauma – passing on abuse and attachment disorders and can’t control, don’t understand – stuck in bad relationships – nothing but rocky road if we try to look backwards – no tools (no road grader) to smooth things out – spiritual issues (stemming from attachment disorders) – having no words even to think about what happened (no info) – oh, and NO CHILD WITHIN or ADULT CHILD! – struggle with sensory overload and don’t know why – going to war already ‘broken’ – stuck in peritrauma – too hot, too cold – buying ‘diagnosis’ – drugs – nobody talks about what REALLY happened, taboos, conspiracy of silence – feeling isolated and alone – screwed up feel good feel bad reward system biochem – tracing all back to attachment-designed physiology in the body – trying to hatch into adulthood without secure outer or inner foundation – shutting off attachment needs to experience caregiving system correctly – taking some of what we can find (AA, parenting classes, etc) and using it best we can, always feeling something is missing
(4) –DISCLOSURE – getting real about how what was done to us changed us – need the right information and get it (of course MUCH from this little book) – disclosure is about letting our own self know what happened and about ‘telling’ someone else – gaining the WORDS – knowing how to keep our self safe – not hunting for memories, etc. – comes full circle to growth in infancy, learning to TALK about our story – understanding emotional dysregulation personally – clearing the pathway of obstacles, increasing the ‘coherency’ of our vision of our life, etc – passing our healing changes on to others – being able to clear ‘the wreckage of the past’ (as 12-steppers say) about how our changes hurt others – making new, better, healed connections all the way around in self, body, relationships – gaining informed compassion and coming to terms with what was done to us (and our version of forgiveness) – turning our dis-abilities into gifts by recognizing how changes saved us – recognizing how they affected our choices and decisions so we can LEARN to do it differently while living ‘within our means’ (what is truly POSSIBLE for us considering the changes – knowing our weaknesses and strengths, knowing how to get help, where, limitations within our CULTURE on getting what we need versus NOT and not taking that lack personally – pushing for social change – connecting the circle from victim to survivor to helping victims (prevent, intercede) – reach out and connect to others – discuss healing of attachment (‘earned secure’ versus my term ‘borrowed’) – breaking taboos in breaking the silence that binds (just found a book title for my collection of essays!) –

HAS TO include reading list and resource links along with complete (I wish LEGAL disclaimer – maybe I can find one to copy)

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I could do

360 Degrees of Change for Survivors of Difficult Survivors:

Study Guide, Workbook and Exercises

Maybe will be generated at same time I am pulling the book together, that would be good – could apply for the ISBN for it

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For Mother’s writings:

Unspeakable Madness:  No Word in Our Borderline Mother’s Writings about Her Reign of Terror

Book One: Pre-Alaska diaries and letters

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Unspeakable Madness:  No Word in Our Borderline Mother’s Writings about Her Reign of Terror

Book Two: Alaskan homesteading era diaries and letters

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Unspeakable Madness:  The Making of an Abusive Borderline Mother –

Her Childhood Stories and Background with Commentary

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My adult survivor book:

Disowning Mother:

Travels of a Child Abuse Survivor from Empty Wraith to Empowered Warrior

This works for me – I know what I mean here!

And, I HAVE traveled, all of my life – and my process is directly mirrored in my travels – could organize the material, even, by geographical settings

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and last, if I ever pull this together:

Breaking the Silence that Binds:

A Collection of Essays by a Severe Infant-Child Abuse Survivor

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+TITLE FOR BOOK ON MOTHER’S LETTERS HIT ME BETWEEN THE EYES

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I have made myself a promise to stay out of my editor’s hair (a ridiculous, if not hilarious image!).  I have my mother’s 1957 letters to transcribe yet, about 50 of them.  They cover the end of my 5th year right before we moved to Alaska.  Then there are a few letters from the 1960s I have to do.

SO – I was just out picking rocks from the edge of a dirt road near here to use in my backyard adobe patio project – when the title for the upcoming book on my mother’s letters HIT ME square between the eyes – I swear.

Now, don’t tell anybody until I nail down the rest of the title for sure, but this is IT!

I am so excited!  There’s not one single book that comes up over on Amazon.com related to this – as if the universe has waited specifically for my mother’s letters for this title to be born:

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An Unspeakable Madness

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What I will add after that is only tweaking.  ‘The writings of a severely abusive (undiagnosed) Borderline mother’  should be in the title as far as I am concerned.  I will divide them into two volumes:

Pre-Alaskan Homesteading Saga and Post-Alaskan Homesteading Saga.

I will have to decide if I am going to remove my comments that I have inserted into her text – I probably will for these volumes.

I will be publishing these two books on Kindle – probably way too cheaply, but check out the selling stats  on this blog for this literary medium:

Kindle Numbers: Traditional Publishing Vs. Self Publishing

I want to have The Devil’s Child title firm so I can clearly market its upcoming publication with my mother’s writings.  I can include the ‘360 Degrees of Change’, also – plus……  I need the $3300 to have 500 copies printed of Devil’s Child when that goes live on Kindle – plus a pdf self-print version – need cash – am broke – so go nutty (deceased) mother, go!

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I also arrived at another book title last week:

360 Degrees of Change For Survivors of Difficult Childhoods

This book, based loosely on the 12-step style daily reminder books, is not going to be set up as such.  Rather the basis for my thinking about this book is more closely aligned with the concept of the Native American Medicine Wheel.

This book will have 360 points (which I have already identified) related to attachment, physiological developmental changes from early trauma, how we survive while we have no clue what really happened to us, and what the process of discovery and disclosure can be like once we recognize the facts.

I am taking on the challenging task of simplifying extremely complicated neuroscientific research on infant-child development and the consequences of trauma into approximately two light-reading paragraphs per point (or degree).  Readers can browse, scan, skip around, read head on and straight through – but whatever the process, once a reader begins and ends their reading of this book – if they haven’t previously been over here on this blog – they will be changed forever.  I believe that.

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I also suspect that I need to write at least two separate books of essays, but I have enough to do right now without worrying too much about this – unless I really do decide to get my ten ISBNs for the price of one – which would mean I need to get very clear and nail down titles.

Gotta run.  Sunset and a fresh cup of decaf are calling!  Along with 50 1957 letters…..

I would not be doing this stage of work now without all this blog’s readers’ encouragement – thank you!

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+BORN AS A COMPONENT OF A BORDERLINE MOTHER’S MIND-LIE

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How I remembered what memories I do have that are written in my childhood stories was affected-infected by the obsession my mother had with ‘telling the truth’.  Her perception of every experience involving me including those she added to ‘her abuse litany’ involved somehow involved a deception and a lie.  Because she continued to repeat these perception-lies verbally every time she ‘punished’ (beat) me for the rest of the years of my childhood, not only were her versions of the events kept alive, but also mine because my version and her version simply never matched.

How was it that I, a child that had never been affirmed by my mother as ever existing at all as a human being but rather as a nonhuman child of the devil, could so clearly KNOW the truth (my truth) about what had ACTUALLY happened every single time my mother repeated her attacks on me through the years because of my supposed transgressions that existed only within her distorted mind?

It is affirming to me at this moment to recognize that as far back as I can remember my own memory of what actually happened for each of her twisted abuse litany versions of my actions was carried forward in time within my own mind-self intact.  Nothing my mother ever said or did to me changed the truth of what I knew.  I find comfort in realizing that obviously Linda WAS present.  I WAS there as a glimmer of a reflection of a self within my own experience of my own life.

I was the one being viciously verbally and physically attacked without having any possible way of avoiding, escaping, preventing or of understanding what was happening to me.  But I WAS there, in my body, having my life experiences.  I had them.  I knew what they were.  I knew the truth of what actually happened, and I remembered the experiences intact – every single one of them – in spite of how my mother twisted the facts and in spite of what she did to me along with twisting the reality of the facts.

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At this moment I am also detecting where one of my biggest problems originated.  As the brain-mind-self grows and develops, a person’s memory abilities are supposed to expand and become more complex and advanced.  When I say I had no ability to THINK about myself in my life in any kind of self-reflective, awareness-based way for the 18 years of my childhood, what I realize I am actually saying is that within the horrific abusive environment I was developing within, I could only go so far in my development and no further.

There is something called ‘semantic memory’ which is a term that “refers to the memory of meanings, understandings, and other concept-based knowledge unrelated to specific experiences.”  Tied to the development of semantic memory abilities is a following stage of memory development called ‘episodic memory’, a term refers to “the memory of autobiographical events (times, places, associated emotions, and other contextual knowledge) that can be explicitly (consciously – which is versus ‘implicit’ memory that is unconscious and exists in the body but is not accessible to the brain-mind) stated.”  Not only did I not develop this remembering ability at the appropriate age, but I have only with effort been able to exercise it in my adult life.

As memory abilities develop in the body-brain from birth, they form what I think of as links in a memory chain.  The next stage of memory ability development I should have been able to obtain was nearly completely obliterated by my mother’s abuse of me.  ‘Autobiographical memory‘, is not a simple process.  It is meant to allow us to connect our self from the inside out not only with the experiences of our life as we have them, but also involves being able to experience our experience (having a self to remember having an experience).  Then, we are supposed to be able to remember our experience of our self having had the experience.

We can refer to the end result of the abuse my mother did to me ‘dissociation’, but what I know is that her abuse interfered with my brain’s development, including the development of memory abilities.  I had a deadly predator in pursuit of me throughout the 18 years of my childhood.  I never had the luxury to pause for the length of time it would have taken to consolidate my memory of my life or of myself living it.  I certainly was never allowed to pause long enough to form the ability to remember myself having an experience, or to remember myself remembering having experiences.

The reality of my abusive childhood resulted in such profoundly altered brain development that I simply managed to escape my childhood with the memories of my own reality that were directly tied to the incidents my mother repeated over the years in her abuse litany.  Even then, it was only because I had been able to develop some version of semantic memory abilities so that I could not only recognize certain literal facts in the world, I could remember the details of my experiences that were directly associated with these remembered facts.

My mother always had an altered version regarding the facts than I did.  I did not think in terms like “My mother is lying” so that I could have evolved further into thinking about “Why is my mother lying?” or “What is wrong with my mother?” or “Gee, I am so angry at my mother for lying.””  I simply knew for a semantic fact that what had actually happened on each abuse litany-included occasion factually happened as they did in fact happen.

The truly strange addition to this entire pattern was my mother’s insistence on every occasion that I was lying to her if I tried to contradict her version by daring to assert myself and tell her the facts.  I never thought of these facts as real, or as being something so abstract as ‘the truth’.  I learned very young as a child, certainly by the age of six, that not only could I not ‘make things right’ by trying to tell my mother the simple facts of what happened, but my trying to do further fueled her rage like pouring gasoline on a roaring fire.

But – and this is extremely important to me – I always remembered the facts of every event she ever attacked me for the way things actually happened.  Every single time my mother viciously attacked me, verbally and/or physically for one of these events (or for her later recalling of these events), I COULD NOT LET GO OF THE FACTS as I knew them to be.

I did not recall the facts with emotion.  I did not recall them with any sense whatsoever that either the original experience of the experience belonged to me, or that the facts of the experience were a part of me or of my life.  Facts were facts.  They existed like physical objects exist in space and time.  They were literal realities and were nearly as physically tangible in my mind as any object can be.

These fact-objects only reappeared to me when my mother brought them up again and again over the span of my childhood.  They had nothing to do with me that I knew of.  I just simply and clearly recognized them as if they were a fork or a spoon or an automobile.  Although I can be grateful that at least physical objects existed for me with words attached to them, and can be equally grateful that at least I retained the facts-as-objects with names for each incident my mother kept remembering for me, I cannot be grateful for the fact that objects and object-facts had some existence in the world while I, as a human being did not.

All I was, all I knew, and all I continued to be for 18 years was a one single fact-object:  I was the devil’s child.

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How a person begins from infancy to recognize and develop their individual self is dependent upon their ability to be seen, heard and responded to by others in their environment.  This begins with the earliest primary caregiver, usually the mother, being able to recognize the needs of her infant when they are expressed, mirror back to the infant its own emotional states, and appropriately respond both to the infant’s emotions and to its needs.

Thinking this through is a strenuous exercise for my mind.  From the first instants in my infancy that I should have been having my own self recognized and responded to appropriately as my brain-mind-self was forming in relationship to the world through the interactions my mother was having with me, I was fed the opposite of the truth about who I was in the world.

My mother could never respond back to me by mirroring my own existence, my own emotional states, my own needs and desires because I was ALWAYS invisible to her from the moment I was born.  She could not reflect ME back to ME because all she ever saw when it came to me was her own projected reflection of badness that her mind had split away from itself and cast onto and into me.

I did not exist.  No infant can exist to itself fully and automatically from the time it is born.  Everyone requires this mirroring of the self back to it for the identification of self to be made.  Now that I understand how the nature of caregiver-infant mirroring interactions actually physiologically determines how an infant’s brain and nervous system develops makes my effort to understand what happened to me because of my mother’s madness even more scary.  I understand how profoundly her disturbed mind affected the development of everything about me from the ground on up.

The truth is that everything that ever happened between my mother and I was based on a lie.  Because I was at ground zero, because I not only existed at the center of the lie but actually WAS the lie my mother’s deranged mind created, I never had a chance or a way to gain an alternative perspective about what was happening to me.

When I say I spent 18 years being the center of my mother’s psychosis and being the target of her hatred, rage and abuse, I mean this as a literal fact.  I WAS the target and nothing else but a target.

That target came into the world not as a human being, but as the spawn of the devil who tried to kill my mother while I was being born – because the devil sent me on a mission to do just that.  I was raised knowing not only that I was owned by the devil, that I belonged to the devil, that I was not human, but also that the devil had given me the power to ‘take’ my mother’s other children ‘to the devil’.

The last time I heard my mother verbalize her unwavering beliefs about me was on the telephone when I was 30.  She launched into her abuse litany in our conversation as if a switch had been flipped on.  The words she used in her litany were always the same.  They would defy belief it I didn’t have the continued ability to recognize facts when I encounter them.

What I never had in my entire life until the moment in that conversation when I was 30 — as these exact familiar words yet again spewed out of her mouth and into my ear through my telephone’s receiver, “The devil sent you to kill me while you were being born and because I survived, you have been nothing but a curse upon my life ever since” – was the ability to do what I did on this day.  I suddenly recognized the lie in the span of a heartbeat and just as quickly in the next heartbeat my finger flicked through the air as I pushed the phone button that hung up on her.

In that span of a heartbeat, for the first time in my life, I caught a glimpse of a glimmer that my mind existed separately from my mother’s.  It took that long, 30 years, to begin a process of differentiating my own self in my own mind from the mind of my mother that should have started when I was born.

Before this instant there had never been a boundary formed between my mother and myself so that I could have been on one side – busy developing my own self in my own brain-mind – while she was on her side of the boundary dealing with her self within her own brain-mind.  I was included as a part of her mind from the time of her difficult and near-death labor with me.  I was nothing but her mental projection of ‘evil’ before I took my first breath.

I was a captured and encapsulated part of my mother and could not escape.  I was not allowed to form a self to escape with even if escape had been an option.  And that option did not really appear for me until I was already 30 years old, 12 years after I had walked out my mother’s front door into my adulthood.

I believe my mother suffered from just about the most severe case of Borderline Personality Disorder possible, and she forced me to share the turmoil of her mental experience with her as if I was an incorporated part of her self.  She kept me on the psychotic side of her Borderline mind for my entire 18-year childhood and for the rest of her life from the time of my birthing.  I was not born free.  In fact, until I somehow managed to step across the line out of her Borderline lie and into my own reality during that telephone conversation, I had not been born as a human being at all.

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+NO REAL CHOICE: WE HAVE TO UNDERSTAND OUR DEVELOPMENTAL CHANGES FROM INFANT-CHILD ABUSE – NOW!

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Trouble.  I have thousands of memories that involve this word.  All of these memories are stored in my body even if my brain cannot let me know what they all are consciously.  My mother, in her common verbal attacks on me, frequently used this word in versions of sentences such as these:  “Linda, you are nothing but trouble.  Trouble should be your middle name.  You have been nothing but trouble from the moment you were born.  You are more trouble than all the other children put together.  You are the cause of all the trouble in my marriage to Bill.  You are the cause of all of the trouble in this family.  Trouble, trouble, trouble, that’s all that you are.  You are more trouble than you are worth.  (Usually followed by some version of, “I hate you!  I wish you had never been born.”

But this word, trouble, as it applies to the developmental brain changes I suffered because of the abuse my mother did to me takes on a new meaning nearly beyond imagining when I discover information – again and again – about the truth of how child abuse changes, if not ruins, a person for a lifetime.  The only true weapon we have to fight in our own defense is to begin to read and understand how what happened to us changed us in ways that matter most.

I am in the process of writing a completely different and separate post at this moment, but I had to start this one so that I can include something I just found that is extremely important.  On the other post I am examining how my ability to remember was interfered with by my mother’s constant abuse.

Please take a look at what I just found on the effects of infant-child abuse and trauma on brain development on the web site of The Leadership Council on Child Abuse and Interpersonal Violence.

I found on this site an extremely impressive list of articles on the topic written by leading experts in the field of infant-child brain development and the consequences of child abuse.  There is a list of articles here with abstracts.  Finding them brings me mixed feelings.  At the same time I am thrilled that this work is being done, that the effects of trauma on brain development are being discovered, that the information is becoming increasingly available to the public – I also feel profoundly sad that I, along with so many others, experienced the kind of traumas during our early development that changed the development of our brain and hence changed our lives.

I will NEVER be able to repeat this fact enough:  What my mother did to me during any individual attack against me is NOT what matters to me now.  What matters is that those attacks changed my body-brain development in ways that these authors describe.

I present the following here as an example of the impact of abuse on development, and as a sample of the quality and range of information available on the web site of  The Leadership Council on Child Abuse and Interpersonal Violence.

Ito, Y., Teicher, M. H., Glod, C. A., and Ackerman, E. (1998). Preliminary evidence for aberrant cortical development in abused children: a quantitative EEG study. J Neuropsychiatry Clin Neuroscience, 10(3), 298-307.

The objectives of this study were to investigate cortical development and hemispheric asymmetry in abused children. Fifteen hospitalized children (mean age 10.7 +/- 2.5 years) with severe physical or sexual abuse and 15 normal children (10.1 +/- 3.1 years) were studied with quantitative EEG. Abused children had higher levels of left hemisphere coherence and a reversed asymmetry, with left hemisphere coherence significantly exceeding right hemisphere coherence. Left hemisphere coherence decreased more rapidly across electrode distance in normal subjects, suggesting that increased left coherence in abused patients stemmed from a deficit in left cortical differentiation. These findings support the hypothesis that early severe abuse may have a deleterious effect on brain development.

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Perry, B. D. (1994). Neurobiological Sequelae of Childhood Trauma: Post traumatic Stress Disorders in Children. In Catecholamine Function in Post Traumatic Stress Disorder: Emerging Concepts (M Murburg, Ed.) American Psychiatric Press, Washington, DC, 253-276.

Abstract: The present chapter will review childhood PTSD with specific focus on neurobiological sequelae of childhood trauma and present some preliminary evidence of altered functioning of brainstem catecholamine systems in childhood PTSD. In specific, it is hypothesized that the abnormal patterns of catecholamine activity associated with prolonged ‘alarm reactions’ induced by traumatic events during infancy and childhood can result in altered development of the central nervous system (CNS). Furthermore, it is hypothesized that this altered development includes a ‘dysregulated’ brainstem which in turn results in a host of signs and symptoms related to abnormal brainstem functioning, including altered cardiovascular regulation, affective lability, behavioral impulsivity, increased anxiety, increased startle response and sleep abnormalities. Finally, early life experience is discussed, in context of childhood trauma, as an ‘expresser of genetic predispositions.

Perry, B. D. (1996). Neurodevelopmental Adaptations to Violence: How Children Survive the Intragenerational Vortex of Violence. In Violence and Childhood Trauma: Understanding and Responding to the Effects of Violence on Young Children. Cleveland, Ohio: Gund Foundation Publishers, pp.67-80.

Perry, B. D. (1997). Incubated in Terror: Neurodevelopmental Factors in the “Cycle of Violence.” In J. Osofsky (Ed.). Children, Youth and Violence: The Search for Solutions . (pp. 124-148). New York: Guilford Press.
How violence alters the brain and nervous system of the developing child.

NOTE:  Perry is the one whose new book I just ordered:  Born for Love: Why Empathy Is Essential–and Endangered

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Schore, A. N. (2001). The Effects of a Secure Attachment Relationship on Right Brain Development, Affect Regulation, and Infant Mental Health. Infant Journal of Mental Health, 22, 7-66.

Abstract: Over the last ten years the basic knowledge of brain structure and function has vastly expanded, and its incorporation into the developmental sciences is now allowing for more complex and heuristic models of human infancy. In a continuation of this effort, in this two part work I integrate current interdisciplinary data from attachment studies on dyadic affective communications, neuroscience on the early developing right brain, psychophysiology on stress systems, and psychiatry on psychopathogenesis in order to provide a deeper understanding of the psychoneurobiological mechanisms that underlie infant mental health.

In this paper I detail the neurobiology of a secure attachment, an exemplar of adaptive infant mental health, and focus upon the primary caregiver’s psychobiological regulation of the infant’s maturing limbic system, the brain areas specialized for adapting to a rapidly changing environment. The infant’s early developing right hemisphere has deep connections into the limbic and autonomic nervous systems and is dominant for the human stress response, and in this manner the attachment relationship facilitates the expansion of the child’s coping capacities. This model suggests that adaptive infant mental health can be fundamentally defined as the earliest expression of flexible strategies for coping with the novelty and stress that is inherent in human interactions. This efficient right brain function is a resilience factor for optimal development over the later stages of the life cycle.

Schore, A. N. (2001). The Effects of Early Relational Trauma on Right Brain Development, Affect Regulation, and Infant Mental Health. Infant Journal of Mental Health, 22, 201-269.

Abstract: A primary interest of the field of infant mental health is in the early conditions that place infants at risk for less than optimal development. The fundamental problem of what constitutes normal and abnormal development is now a focus of developmental psychology, infant psychiatry, and developmental neuroscience. In the second part of this sequential work, I present interdisciplinary data to more deeply forge the theoretical links between severe attachment failures, impairments of the early development of the right brain’s stress coping systems, and maladaptive infant mental health.

In the following I offer thoughts on the negative impact of traumatic attachments on brain development and infant mental health, the neurobiology of infant trauma, the neuropsychology of a disorganized / disoriented attachment pattern associated with abuse and neglect, trauma-induced impairments of a regulatory system in the orbitofrontal cortex, the links between orbitofrontal dysfunction and a predisposition to posttraumatic stress disorders, the neurobiology of the dissociative defense, the etiology of dissociation and body-mind psychopathology, the effects of early relational trauma on enduring right hemispheric function, and some implications for models of early intervention. These findings suggest direct connections between traumatic attachment, inefficient right brain regulatory functions, and both maladaptive infant and adult mental health.

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This information is shocking.  It cannot be denied and it cannot be ignored!  If you have any suspicion or factual knowledge (even as it exists solely as a body-based reaction to this topic) you NEED TO begin to read and understand what these researchers have discovered!  PLEASE!  Study this information for yourself, for your family, and for your global human community!  Click on this link:  The Leadership Council on Child Abuse and Interpersonal Violence.

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+PAYING SOME ATTENTION TO MY MOTHER’S ‘DARK RAINBOW’ DREAM

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As the book heads into editing, I am finding myself wondering about my mother’s dream (posted at above page link for “About This Site”).  It troubles me that for all my thinking, research and writing, I have no more of a clue what this dream might ‘mean’ than I did the day I discovered it written in her long ago journal.

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MY MOTHER’S DREAM as recorded in her journal on March 29, 1960 during the early months of Alaskan mountain homesteading:

“The whole family was out walking and suddenly we looked up to see a dark rainbow appear – then it got bright and behind it a skyline appeared outlining massive dormed buildings such as I’ve never seen and skyscraper buildings – then it all disappeared and a big wind came.

We realized it was a hurricane. We could hardly stand up against the wind. We saw big apartment buildings on the sides of the streets but the entrances faced another street and we were on the wrong side. The wind grew stronger – finally a door appeared and we went in the building and the person asked us what was wrong? We told her of the great wind but as we pointed outside – all was silent and the wind was gone … and I awoke.”

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Making the connection between the work I hoped this blog would promote and this dream led to my naming this site Stop the Storm (of intergenerational trauma).

I of course had advance notice well before I discovered her dream record about the fact that she was a very disturbed woman (like from the  moment I was born).  Yet if I were to ever have a ‘wind in my sail’ about her treatment of me being intentional, or something that she ever REALLY had any control over or choice about, this dream would deaden that wind.

I didn’t wake up one morning and discover that I am a Word Warrior.  I am a member of a family with a history of word-warrioring.  There were professors on both sides of my family.  My mother’s mother was a Word Warrior.  I have Word Warrior brothers and sisters and children.  We are a family who loves literacy and books.  This is not the same thing as being a family of gifted story tellers within the oral tradition, although I recognize that I have such a yen – if not a gift.

I have spent hundreds of hours (as you readers know) transcribing my mother’s letters and journals that found their way into my hands after her death.  It is very clear throughout them that my mother WAS a writer, although her words never found their way into publication.

I have the advantage of digital equipment and information access that my ancestors never dreamed of.  No matter what has happened to me in my lifetime, having this advantage gives me a power that they never had.

In looking again at my mother’s dream, and as I think about if I am going to include it in my ‘Devil’s Child’ book, I continue to notice that when I read it I feel worms snaking their way around in my gut.  Part of this is because of the insider information I have about my mother being so out-of-control in her violence and in the patterning of her life.

Part of my reaction comes from a suspicion I have that I don’t often name:  My mother was as powerless over who she was, what she did, and what happened in her life as I was powerless over her actions toward me when I was a child.

My mother suffered enough trauma in her early life to turn her into the equivalent of a disastrous storm in our family home.  In this dream I get the sense that she was as helpless to understand or to change the course of what happened to her or how she felt and acted as she was powerless to stop this storm in her dream.

In the dream she was innocently out walking with her family.  First there was the dark rainbow, it changed into light temporarily, and then the big wind came.  She sought shelter along with her family that was denied to her along with everyone else.

I thought about how profound this truth is all afternoon as I worked making adobes outside.  When trauma is passed down in a family through the generations, EVERYONE is its victim.  The storm that is created by the existence of the unresolved trauma remains mostly unseen by outsiders who are not a part of a family’s inner circle.

“The wind grew stronger – finally a door appeared and we went in the building and the person asked us what was wrong? We told her of the great wind but as we pointed outside – all was silent and the wind was gone….”

My mother’s use of the words ‘the person’ here fascinates me.  Why didn’t she say “a woman?”  What inner unknown and desperate need do trauma survivors have to find ‘the person’ to whom they can SHOW the storm to that they know in their own lives?

‘The person’ never appeared in my mother’s life that could truly understand who she was.  The mystery person who did not have to endure the storm, and who could have offered safety and security to my mother along with the rest of her family remained missing – not only for the 18 years I suffered the worst of her madness, but also for the rest of my mother’s life.

Peering into what my Word Warrior mother wrote about her dream today ended up helping me to realize what a terrible, terrible tragedy my mother’s life was.  She COULD NOT find ‘the person’ to rescue her – or us.  She could not even find ‘the person’ she was inside of herself.  Like a missing word we can’t remember or find when we know we know it, my mother on some level might have known how desperate her condition really was, and her family’s as a result of her condition.

But she could not do anything about it in her lifetime, nothing to ever make anything better.

Which makes me think about the power of my words, what I hope for them, that in some small way some of them might be ‘the person’ someone else needs so that they might experience some version of this for themselves if they need it:  “finally a door appeared and we went in the building and the person asked us what was wrong?“

How can we be ‘the person’ and better ask this question, “What was wrong,” both of ourselves and of one another in a caring and compassionate way?  Is it this question that when asked by ‘the person’ (if we ever find one) that can Stop the Storm of unresolved trauma?

“We told her of the great wind but as we pointed outside – all was silent and the wind was gone….”

I don’t believe it was a ‘bad mother’ that had or wrote down this dream.  I believe ‘the person’ who had and wrote this dream had suffered greatly very early in her life while her body-brain was forming and developing.  As a result of the changes that early trauma forced her body to make, many abilities that we consider most vital to being human were taken from her.

This dream might be the closest she ever got to knowing the truth about herself, her life and the life of her family.  It might be the closest she ever got to understanding what was needed for the storm to stop.  Fifty years later her Word Warrior’s dream can still sound an echo about what being powerless in the face of danger is like.  It also shows the power one open door and one person can have to help Stop the Storm for others.

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My first experience with my editor as she does what editors do – morph things!

First morph – the title!

She Believed I was the Devil’s Child:

18 Years Of Abuse By My Mother Didn’t Make Me Like Her

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+WHAT WORD WARRIORS SAY – A BOOK BEING BORN

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Because I was born into an extremely hate-filled, insanely abusive home, and my universal human rights all but obliterated, I am NOT willing to sell or give away any of my rights to my story!  I am, however, more than willing to give a sizable (yet to be determined) percentage of the profits of my book’s sales to the programs I mention in this letter (below).

See related posts:

+ALIGNING OUR NATION WITH UNITED NATIONS CHILD RIGHTS IS AGAINST OUR OWN LAWS

+AMERICANS MUST NOT BELIEVE THAT CHILDREN ARE HUMAN BEINGS — THUS, NO HUMAN RIGHTS

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From here on out, any post with WORD WARRIORS in the title will have information about the progress being made to get the first book about the abuse of my childhood (in stories) into publication.

A Word document was created last night of everything I have already written at +DEVIL’S CHILD – My Childhood plus related background information posts, and emailed in attachments to Amy Elaine Long, my writing assistant and editor.

I know just as certainly as I know I am alive that this book will not be born without Amy’s assistance.  I am grateful to her for being the amazing woman she is, for her talents, and for her efforts well beyond the power of words to describe.

I am including here the letter I just emailed to her and family involved in helping this process along.  This is a low budget (actually zero budget) operation to start off with, but I have high hopes.  This letter also makes mention of the nonprofit funding support channels I want to build into the financial structure of support this book has the potential for creating.

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LOTS OF INFO HERE BUT VERY IMPORTANT!!

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I sent this link previously:

http://www.sfwa.org/for-authors/writer-beware/pod/

but it’s worth a good read

“Booksellers don’t like dealing with POD services. E-commerce currently accounts for about 20% of book sales. But brick-and-mortar bookstores, especially the large chains, still represent the most significant single sales source. For volume sales, most books require a balance of online and offline presence.”

Makes me think about a ‘business plan’ even if sketchy

If the book goes onto Kindle, and if it generates any ‘buzz’ at all – and if people want to recommend it to others they know who do not have Kindles – the book HAS to be available via some kind of hard copy edition

From a biz plan point of view, I would count on low priced Kindle edition as marketing and advertising.  Book would then pay its own way.  (If the book cannot sell enough copies via kindle to do this, then there might be something wrong-missing with the whole deal)

Availability of hard copy and source has to be included in the Kindle edition.

Part of the issue for me is to avoid ‘used copy selling’ of the book before I/we have it settled firmly into its sale’s source.

I think print on demand could accomplish this – but would it list on Amazon?  (will have an ISBN and protected rights)  I suppose it could be listed the way our family lists any book on Amazon.

A print on demand limited signed edition would only work if orders for the book were made through me – the book would first have to come to me for signing and I would ship to customer.  If Amy Long is listed as a ‘with’ author, the book would also have to travel to her for signing – so obviously shipping would be slow and ridiculous!

But actually paying to print a limited run of 100 books would cost more than the book would sell for.  So, that’s probably out.

At double the profit for run of $500 (cost to print around $7, sale at $12.95) would need initial investment of around $3300.  The first 250 books sold would have to go toward covering the $3300 first investment.  (again question as before if another printing of 500 would have to be listed as ‘2nd printing’)

All money made from book for some time would have to go toward cost of printing more copies.  But the print on demand option would allow this to happen simultaneously – no huge initial investment, no books sitting around unsold.

I have to know if there is a contract required for POD – I will not give away or sell ANY rights to this book

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Another point:  I want the percentage of profit that’s going to nonprofit clear from first.

How is ‘profit’ determined when just getting started, don’t want to be deceptive – needs to be clear, right and up front from beginning.

I think I know what I want to do on this – is easy, solid, practical:

I want to send the first completed copy of the book to Dr. Bruce Perry (“Boy who was raised as a dog, with new book out on empathy”) – I want his, and only his ‘blurb’ on the book if it’s going to have one.

He has a nonprofit organization called The Child Trauma Academy see educational products

We could set up some kind of a ‘scholarship – grant’ process to help disseminate their information.  I particularly want to reach teens!!  I guess I’m thinking some kind of ‘small’ partnership with their organization and their work to channel my book’s $ contribution to helping prevent child abuse and provide healing for survivors.

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If the timing is right and the book takes off, another thing I would support is to get copies of Siegel’s book on parenting, Parenting From the Inside Out, out into the hands of people nationwide who are teaching and/or taking part in the STEP parenting programs .  SEE:  Center for the improvement of child caring, their site.

I just called them, they also are a nonprofit.  AND, they have a mailing list of over 30,000 – if we send a copy of the book to their director, Dr. Alby, and approved, they will add it to their list of recommended readings and market it!  How sweet is that!

Leonard and I were most fortunate to be able to take a STEP parenting class right after we went through treatment and began to recover.  I do not believe there is a more worth while channel for investing $.

I can ear mark the ‘donation’ – and if the book is very successful, they need $50,000 to put together the arm of their curriculum that is specifically geared for Native American communities.  (they lost the funding they had for this a few years ago).  They have targeted programs currently for African American and Latin American parents.  Absolutely WONDERFUL work they do – and they also have programs targeted specifically for ‘high risk for abuse’ parents!

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All feedback, input, ideas, suggestions, inspirations welcome.  Blog readers, send comments – thanks!

AND, for your information:

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11 May 2010 – Child Rights at the Human Rights Council 62

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– Human Rights Council: Session 14 [event]

– UNIVERSAL PERIODIC REVIEW: Reports and analysis of child rights references [reports]

– ELECTIONS:  Membership to the Human Rights Council [event]

– SPECIAL PROCEDURES: Upcoming Vacancies [news]

– MIGRATION: Consultation in the context of children’s rights [event]

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IN MEMORY OF MY BORDERLINE MOTHER:

From Kristalyn Salters-Pedneault, PhD, your Guide to Borderline Personality Disorder

It’s no secret that many people with BPD have difficulty controlling anger. But you may be surprised to learn that much of the “common sense” advice that you may get about ways to manage anger are actually flawed. This week, learn healthier ways to manage your anger.
The Myth of “Letting Off Steam”

Have you ever been told to punch or scream into a pillow when you’re angry in order to “let off steam?” Before you take that advice, read this article.
10 Healthier Ways to Manage Anger

Instead of venting your anger, try these 10 healthier anger management strategies.
New Research: How Does An Active Life Lift Your Mood?

For some time, we’ve known that increasing your activity level (through exercise, social activities, hobbies, etc.) can lift your mood, but we haven’t known exactly how this effect happens.
Borderline Personality Disorder Frequently Asked Questions

Answers to the most frequently asked questions about borderline personality disorder.

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What is BPD?
Symptoms of BPD
Diagnosis of BPD
Treatment of BPD
Living with BPD

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+WRITING ABOUT WORDLESS TERROR IN A CONTAMINATED CHILDHOOD

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I am about to set my feet upon a path today that I will at times lay upon as if I am dying, at times crawl upon, at times slink along, and hopefully at times march along strongly as I try this week to prepare a manuscript of my childhood stories to send to an editor I am blessed to have found who is willing to help pull together this first book on my childhood.

There is bound to be some spill-over as I fight out this battle over words to describe what happened to me in enough detail to convince readers of two things:  I am telling the truth and it matters.

In order to tell this truth I have to use words, and because words were used from the time I was born as viscous and deadly weapons by my mother, all words that I consider and use to tell my story are contaminated by definition.

At this moment as I prepare myself for this week ahead I am afraid.  I can use logic all I want to tell myself that “It’s OK.  You are all grown up.  You survived what was done to you by your mother.  She can’t reach you.  She can’t touch you.  She is dead dead dead.”

But I cannot do this work without going “back there” into the 18 years of hell I spent being inhuman, being evil, being The Devil’s Child sent as a curse upon my mother’s life.  With all the information I now have about how broken my mother was, about how the neglect, maltreatment, abuse, lack of love and acceptance, lack of WHATEVER coupled with WHATEVER dark and toxic forces that shaped my mother’s genetic constitution to permanently remove her from the universe of sanity and reason – I see at this moment no way to take this factual information into my past with me so I can be two places at the same time – here – and there.

It might help to wrap myself tightly within a sort of invisibility cloak as I travel back there to retrieve some version of MY childhood story.  The fabric of this cloak is woven of threads made up of the awareness that I only have to do this once.  One time only.  THIS one time only.

But in order for this journey to be a ‘one time’, I am aware that I have to do it right.  I need protection.  I need a gas mask.  I need a suit to keep my mother’s contamination of my childhood, her contamination of me as her growing daughter off of my skin, out of my airways.

My mind wants to KNOW what the title of this book is as if having the title shuts Pandora’s Box forever with the scary, awful stuff inside.  I don’t WANT to jump inside that box and wrestle again with the demons that infected and overwhelmed, in fact consumed and BECAME the mind of my mother.  I cannot tell my story without being there with her madness because WHO and WHAT she believed me to be WAS the darkness within her.

Only I didn’t know it.  How could I have known it?  From the first breath I ever took on this earth I was already guilty of being a murderess.  “The Devil sent you to kill me while you were being born.”  That being the beginning of my life, the beginning of my relationship with my mother, being just the BEGINNING of her verbal attacks, nothing ever got any better.

My infancy and childhood with my mother happened within a thick, gooey, sticky, slurpy poisonous stew of malevolent darkness.  Sometimes this stew was volcano hot.  Sometimes it was glacial cold.  My mother had all the power in the universe to keep me a hidden captive underneath its scummy, putrefying crust.

But I stop myself here.  I have the power to CHOOSE the words I will put in this book of my infancy-childhood.  I will encounter words that suck me into that horrible place.  I do not want those words.  I am hopeful that I can JUST do my best to tell what few stories I have about what few memories I have and let THAT be THAT.

As I work to write staying on MY path I will need to watch carefully for the defining edges of it so that I don’t fall into the infernos of my mother’s madness.  My mind did not form itself for the first 18 years of my life having any idea at all where the boundary line was between my own self and my own mind – and my mother’s.  Because she was a severe (though undiagnosed) Borderline, the borders of the universes that separated us did not exist.

My childhood was contaminated.  I was born contaminated.  There really is no story to tell.  There is a description of profound contamination that has more in common with being born out of my mother’s womb into a deadly radioactive environment – that exploded while she was in labor with me.

The truth of what happened to me, even of what happened to my mother IS beyond words.  The core of trauma that shaped her and hence shaped me does not exist where words are.  In fact, this trauma acted itself out beyond the range of anyone’s detection as if what cannot be named does not exist.  It is time to name it.

The so-called stories of my childhood?  They are no more about the reality of what happened to me than is my cat’s lose hair stuck to the cushion where she sleeps ACTUALLY my cat.  (Great line for the book’s intro, by the way.)

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I think about my piano keyboard right now, and imagine that there are notes that are so high and so low that they don’t actually exist on the keyboard because they lie outside the range of human ability to detect them.

My life with my mother was like that.  What actually happened DID happen because NOBODY detected the ‘notes’ my mother was playing for me.  It is my challenge as a writer to transpose the experience of being raised as my mother’s inhuman, evil devil’s child into a range of notes-words that CAN be heard by others.

Because in the reality of my childhood with my mother words were contaminated weapons, I have to chose words now carefully and run them through a filter so that they can be cleaned and detoxified, decontaminated and made safe for human consumption.

What happened to me from the moment I was born and continued over the next 18 years of my childhood happened ‘under the cloak of darkness’.  My mother was able to effectively construct and maintain two worlds.  One of these worlds on one side of her Borderline was designed to deceive the public.  On the other side of her Borderline was the world that she designed, constructed and maintained JUST FOR ME as her evilness projection.

It is evidently my job to transpose what happened to me on the darkest side of her Borderline into language that can be understood by ‘the public’.  I ask two questions:

(1)  Is it possible write about wordless terror?

(2)  Is it possible to write of this terror beautifully?

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In other words, it is time for both me and my newly found writing assistant to become WORD WARRIORS.

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+MY BORROWED SECURE ATTACHMENT WITH MY KIDS

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OK, here it is.  After spending some time outdoors now digging dirt, mixing mud and adding three more adobe blocks into my terraced walkway, I now have the third thought that follows these last two posts:

+IN THE EPIC OF MY ABUSIVE CHILDHOOD THE MOUNTAIN RAISED MY SOUL

+PUKING IN THE HIGH CHAIR: PATTERNS OF RUPTURE AND REPAIR BEFORE THE AGE OF ONE

How in the universe did I even begin to now how to appropriately interact with my own children?  After all, my mother would have reacted with an escalating, violent, terrifying and completely inappropriate and abusive fit of rage if I had done at nine months of age what my daughter did.

What do I see as being one of the major differences between my mother and myself?

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First of all, I consider it rather efficient of myself that I can make a statement here that I believe contradicts what the ‘attachment experts’ might say.  While they may claim that I had some nebulous ‘earned secure’ attachment with my children, I completely disagree.  The efficiency stems from the fact that I have not read what these experts say about this so-called (desirable) ‘earned secure attachment’, nor do I intend to waste my time doing so.

The basis of my disagreement with these ‘experts’ is that my body in-formation tells me that in cases such as mine is, they are wrong.  Because I suffered such extreme and severe, chronic abuse from the time I was born, I don’t think there would have been any human way to EARN a secure attachment ability with my children.

For one thing, I was pregnant within six months of leaving my abusive home of origin.  There is no possible way that I could have had enough meaningful or instructive attachment experiences in that short about of time to even begin to learn something different from what I KNEW the moment I stepped on that jetliner and headed off to boot camp.

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Secondly, I object to this concept of ‘earned secure attachment‘ on principle.  As I become increasingly clear about what likely happened in my mother’s infant-childhood that ruined her and made her into the mad monster she became as my mother, I consider the concept of ‘earn‘ to be as inappropriate term to apply to parent-infant/child interactions as I consider the concept of ‘mercy‘ to be.  Both concepts are tied even in the words themselves to the idea that love is a marketable item.

I do not believe that MERCY belongs in a happy, healthy, loving parent-offspring relationship.  There is nothing my children could EVER have possibly been able to do in their childhood that could have possibly required me to respond to them with mercy.  I don’t even think there is anything they can do as adults that would even implicate this concept.

As I described in last week’s post, +DID ZERO MERCY IN MY CHILDHOOD SAVE ME? it appears extremely likely that the non-human interactions regarding ‘mercy’ being given and withheld in my mother’s early years broke her.  No child should ever be told in words or in actions that “If you were only good enough you would be given my mercy – and I would love you.”

If ‘mercy’ has to be given to repair a rupture in a relationship between a parent and offspring, there is no love present.  The infant-child is not being treated as a human being, but rather as a commodity-object.

The terrible holes my mother received as wounds in her forming self and in her relationship with others specifically prepared her to eventually — unconsciously and completely – split off the two parts of herself that had been involved in commodity-mercy interactions with her early caregivers.  I became the ‘devil’s child’ projection of Mildred who could not receive mercy.  My sister became the ‘god’s child’ projection of Mildred, the one who was innately deserving of mercy – and got it.

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Should, in my mind, any ‘expert’ to suggest that I had an ‘earned secure attachment’ with my children disgusts me because this term and the thinking behind it belong to the cultural values and actions that made my mother nuts in the first place.  No more could I ‘earn’ attachment with my own children than could my mother ‘earn’ attachment with her parents.

WRONG CONCEPT!

That leaves me with MY concept, which was first connected to what I knew and could do – in my body-self – with my own children.  Because

(1)  nobody ever offered me mercy in any transaction involving rupture and repair in my childhood –

(2)  because I was not ever tricked in believing that I could possibly repair what was wrong between me and my mother- the rupture existed as a third entity, a fact of my childhood

(3)  because it was clear from my first breath I was permanently evil and damned

(4)  unlike my mother when she was little, because there was no mercy, no hope, no trick, no illusion – because I was not human and was by nature and design the child of the devil, I was free to skip the earning-mercy mix-up completely

What I believe I was able to create with my children was/is a

BORROWED SECURE ATTACHMENT

This means to me that because I did not end up with a brain that could not operate without splitting out the good and bad and projecting it onto my children, I could simply ALLOW what happens naturally to happen!

Because my children were born with perfectly perfect safe and secure attaching abilities, all I had to do was follow their natural lead.  I say borrowed because I could not then and never can repair the developmental changes that happened inside of me through my mother’s severe abuse of me from birth.  I COULD let my children attach to me.  I COULD respond to them in accordance to their attachment potential and not interfere with their natural process.

Even though I do not believe I have inbuilt attachment circuits that allow me to FEEL attachment myself, I did not have the kind of interferences that my mother had built into her that prevented, distorted and annihilated her ability to experience attachment with me.

My term ‘borrowed secure attachment’ makes it very clear to me that the natural and healthy ability to attach is NOT within me – it is within my children.  I cannot say ‘allowed secure attachment’ because my relationship with them (or with anyone else) no longer (past my infancy-very early childhood) has the potential to change or alter the permanent (and trauma-changed) nervous system-brain circuitry that was built into me as it exists WITHOUT the ability to personally experience anything but a marginal and fleeting sensation of what safe and secure attachment to humans feels like.

I can live with this.  I have all my life.  What matters to me is that I did not make my children to be like I am – any more than my mother succeeded in making me like she was.  Perhaps because I ended up with a disorganized-disoriented insecure attachment pattern, I was free to organize and orient myself as a mother around my children’s inborn ability to attach securely.

My mother, on the other hand, had no choice but to organize and or orient herself around her Borderline ‘splitting-projection’ that left no room for me to form the inner circuitry that would have allowed me to attach to human beings.  I did attach to the mountain which at least enabled ,e to retain some attachment circuits/abilities.  Evidently this was enough to allow me to allow my children to form HUMAN attachment circuitry as humans are BORN to do.

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Did I show my baby daughter MERCY when I didn’t respond inappropriately to her making herself puke for attention in her high chair?  No, I did not.  In my thinking, any parent-child relationship that includes ANY TRANSACTIONS INVOLVING MERCY holds the seeds — if not the actuality — of abuse.

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+PUKING IN THE HIGH CHAIR: PATTERNS OF RUPTURE AND REPAIR BEFORE THE AGE OF ONE

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Now I am having ‘second thoughts’ related to the post I just finished:  +IN THE EPIC OF MY ABUSIVE CHILDHOOD THE MOUNTAIN RAISED MY SOUL

In light of my thinking about the book title for my collection of childhood stories as they relate to the absence of mercy, I am wondering about SHAME transactions as they relate to human attachment interactional patterns of rupture and repair.

As Dr. Allan Schore writes, an infant’s nervous system has not developed itself enough prior to the age of one for shame to be physiologically experienced.  The timing of the nervous system’s development that DOES allow for the experience of shame corresponds with an infant’s physical development that allows it to ‘hatch’ from its caregiver’s lap.

As an infant begins to explore the wider world, and as it returns to its caregiver, the experience of rupture and repair with the caregiver take on a bigger purpose.  If the infant returns to a caregiver that does not express joy, the infant’s nervous system will ‘crash’ in the autonomic nervous system’s STOP reaction – which is the first experience of shame.

At this age the infant is beginning to be an active participant in the repair-of-the-rupture process.  If the infant returns to a caregiver that is NOT joyful at the return-reunion-attempt to repair a ‘rupture’ caused by the infant’s distancing itself physically from its caregiver, the TWO (infant and caregiver) can now begin to actively negotiate what needs to happen for the joy-filled repair of the rupture to happen.

Schore is very clear that prior to the age of one it is almost entirely up to the caregiver to repair ruptures in the safe and secure attachment pattern with an infant.  That is because prior to age one it will always be the responsibility of the caregiver to accomplish repair because the infant is not fully equipped to begin to do this on their own.  The parent is building rupture and repair patterns into the physiology of the infant’s growing body-nervous system-brain so that in time the infant can internalize actions that lead to needed repair.

Schore states that whomever initiated the rupture is BEST able to repair it, and needs to be the one that initiates it.

I think of an example from my own early mothering experience that happened when I was just 20 and my first born was 9 months old.  Being quite astute and very smart, she had figured something out to do that would guarantee her LOTS of attention!

As soon as I finished feeding my daughter in her high chair, and turned away from her to carry her dishes to the sink, I would hear her throwing up.  Oh, the POOR BABY!  “Oh, honey, WHAT’S WRONG!”  Over I would go to her, and you can imagine the scene that followed in my concern for her obvious lack of well-being!

That worked until the moment one day that I happened to catch what she was doing out of the corner of my eye as I turned toward the sink.  She had figured out how to stick her finger down her throat and MAKE herself throw up!

OK.  End of that game!  I did not get mad at her.  I did not SHAME her.  I did not punish her.  I simply began to completely ignore her.  Of course I had to continue to clean her and the mess up a few times afterward, but I gave her ZERO reinforcing attention for the ‘trick’ and she soon ceased it completely forever.

At nine months of age, my daughter’s nervous system had not developed enough for her to be able to handle or process a shaming interaction.  Of course I had not neuroscience information to tell me that.  I knew it intuitively and acted appropriately.  While I could say that SHE was the one that initiated ‘rupture’ that needed repair, it was appropriate and necessary that I as her caregiver handle this situation appropriately – and safely and securely.  As she grew into a bigger body-brain that had the capacity to negotiate rupture and repair, of course she became increasingly responsible for her own actions.

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This all ties back into what I just posted about the rupture and repair attachment-related experiences I had as a child with our mountain homestead.  There was NEVER any shame-based transaction about those patterns of rupture and repair.  Whether we stayed, left or returned had nothing to do with me.

Of course in my universe that was a very good thing, but that also left me with no safe and secure experience growing up with healthy, stable, sensible, or even reasonable patterning of how to repair ruptures in human attachment relationships.  BIG PROBLEM for me on some fundamental levels of how my body-brain developed.  As a consequence, I continue to struggle to work my way around the complexities of human relationships and I always will.

Because I didn’t CAUSE the patterns of rupture in my attachment relationship with the mountain, I didn’t gain any experience in PERSONALLY either initiating or accomplishing repair.  But I did gain experience both in safe and secure attachment (love) to the mountain and experience in the rupture-repair patterning process.  What got left out was ME being an active agent in the whole process.

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+IN THE EPIC OF MY ABUSIVE CHILDHOOD THE MOUNTAIN RAISED MY SOUL

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I have been doing a lot of pondering about my writing over these past few days.  It seems that it’s the same $250 to apply for ISBN numbers if for one or ten book titles.  I believe I can publish the first title simply on Amazon.com’s Kindle and hopefully generate some capital to publish in print.

I know of two people in town whose cancer is back.  If doing this writing, and publishing it is connected to my life’s mission, I am becoming less and less comfortable with putting this off.

So, that’s about it for the moment.  I am preparing to spend my Mother’s Day outside working some more on my yard projects.  That means I will also be continuing to think about all of this.  What I wanted to mention here today is that I am thinking about a title for a collection of essays at some point that will be directly about the ‘rupture and repair’ aspects of attachment.

That thinking brought me face-to-face with a thought I’ve never considered in this light before.  While I’ve suspected for a long time is that my attachment to Alaska and to our mountain homestead kept alive and exercised my body-brain’s attachment-related circuitry (so that I could later form at least a skeleton of attachment with people in my life).

What struck me this morning is that our pattern of moving up and down the mountain, on and off of the homestead, was probably VERY helpful to me.  While our family was off of the mountain homestead, I grieved for it.  I had such a powerful emotional connection with that place that I thought I would die if I could not go back to it.

As soon as I could read it, this book became my personal bible because it contained what I saw as the story of my childhood:  Heidi by Johanna Spyri, Scott McKowen.

Even though I never had the thoughts, feelings or words to consider anything about the abuse I endured, I DID understand love for the land and for the place that was home to my soul.

But this morning it came to me that because of the coming and going I was able to expand the operation of my body-brain-mind-self’s attachment related circuitry specifically BECAUSE of these continual patterns of ‘rupture and repair’ that our family’s moves created.

These patterns of rupture and repair – of being there, of leaving there, of my sadness of grief in my absence from the mountain, of my hopes in returning, of my deepest fears that we might not, and my joyful bliss when we did return,  all led to exercising my attachment circuitry so that it could grow into a part of me.  Certainly no HUMAN relationship offered me that opportunity!

As I think about these processes and about my new discovery, I am understanding that it isn’t JUST having safe and secure attachment to people that matters.  In the absence of any safe and secure attachment to humans, children can substitute attachment to pets and to place.  If I were to find the simplest words to describe my relationship with our family’s homestead and the place of that mountain valley, I would say:

“I was at home there in the soul of the world.”

Leaving that place and returning to it allowed me to grow myself as I grew into attachment to something outside of myself.  The whole process became a part of me so that when I finally had to leave that place for good, I took with me the good of that place and my relationship with it.

Had we simply found the land and stayed there without interruption, the rupture and repair patterns that form the bedrock of safe and secure attachment would not have built themselves into me.  Otherwise, as is the reality of unsafe and insecure attachment patterns, I would have been left with nothing but rupture without repair in my life because I would have taken for granted my relationship with that mountain place.

And I experienced the experience of ‘feeling felt’ in seeing my own heart reflected back to me in the story of Heidi.  Of course, this fictional character had human relationships of love.  But as the story makes very clear, it was not a permanent absence from these people she was attached to that mattered most.  It was clear in the story that it was THE MOUNTAIN that was her life.  Being taken away from the mountain (rupture) and not being able to return (for repair) made her sick.  She was dying so the adults brought her back home – and she thrived.

I’m not sure that there has ever been a child alive who could have known the essential truth within that book the way that I did.  My parallel story of rupture and return to that mountain DID save my life.  I am sure of it.  And through that ‘salvation’ I received I was able to raise my children with as much love as I can muster and without abuse.

Being able to experience the kind of love I had for the homestead AND being able to experience the kind of longing I felt in my absence from it AND being able to experience reunion like a securely attached one-year-old infant will feel when it returns to the safety of its loving mother’s lap is a major part of how I am who I am today.  In the epic of my childhood with my mother, whatever took her to that most sacred place enabled me to survive her abuse with a dignity, magnanimity and goodness that I don’t think I would have otherwise known.

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