This is the thread that prompted me to create the group SURVIVORS:
Touchy subject...please be careful
I am fascinated about the ways in which we, whilst being abused, were not able/willing/too frightened to say NO and STOP at the time. There are a million of valid reasons why we did not/could not. My examination focuses on what prompted us to deal with the situation now, a sort of "once and for all". What brought us to the edge of the precipice, propelled us into full flight with no return, forcing us to now deal with itour trauma?
Are we fuelled by anger (at what happened to us)? Or injustice (of being a victim)? Or fear (of dying from being overly fat)? Something prompted us to respond. What? Why? When did the response process (our seeking wls help) start? Even therapy received years ago, whilst no doubt extremely helpful at the time, appears to be have only been a seed sown, ready only now for us to reap, when we are ready to understand.
Everything in Life requires an opposite: Plus & Minus on a battery, Life & Death, Male & Female, Love & Hate and the list goes on. Same goes for our different equation: Abuse & Survival.
At 50, I have spent up to 45 years dealing with my dark cupboard and have now managed to take the bull by the horns, emptied the cupboard, repaired the hinges, found a key that fits the lock, repaired the shelves, primed, undercoated, painted, decorated and varnished my horror into something I am proud of: MY LIFE! Like finding a cupboard in a junk yard, dusty, dirty, way in the back room, knowing it had potential for beauty through the hard toil of elbow grease, time and patience to bring back the essentially good material back to a good life.
My cupboard is in the early stages of decoration. My pattern is laid out, my paints are there, waiting for me. Something could go wrong, I might spill along the way, on the other hand, having reached this far in the restoration of my soul I know better how to remedy a blob, have a different patience to clean up a small mess. A stitch in time saves nine...
My warmest wishes to each and every one of you. United we stand, each lone voice together becomes one. Survival of the fittest: that's US!
Vim
"TTF Choir of Survivors"
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