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  • #447326
    Alessa
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    Hi Anita

    I don’t think the person meant to hurt you by suggesting that. People often misinterpret others and don’t know the right thing to say. They also don’t have the understanding of the suffering you experienced at her hands. You have every reason to protect yourself from further contact.

    It is okay to dream that things were or could be different. It is a shame that it isn’t reality.

    Why didn’t she love you? She was flawed in many ways. Not your fault at all. She couldn’t appreciate you, stuck in the prison of her own mind.

    The fact that you turned out to be a kind and compassionate person despite the chronic abuse you went through shows what a good and loving person you have always been.

    You might not have been appreciated by her, but you are appreciated, loved and valued by a great many people. ❤️

    #447328
    anita
    Participant

    Dear Alessa:

    Thank you so much for your kind message. It really touched me. ❤️

    You’re right—some people don’t mean harm, they just don’t understand the depth of what we’ve been through. That suggestion about reconnecting wasn’t cruel, but it did stir something in me. I think I needed to let those feelings out, even if they came out raw.

    What you said about her being stuck in the prison of her own mind—that really hit me. It’s painful, but it helps me remember that her inability to love me wasn’t because of who I was. It was about her.

    Thank you for reminding me that it’s okay to dream, even if the dream can’t come true. And thank you—truly—for saying I’m appreciated. That means more than I can say.

    With warmth and gratitude, Anita 🤍

    #447331
    Engineer101
    Participant

    Dear Anita,
    I read your journal and I deeply felt your pain, it is impossible to let go.

    It is important to journal and let it out. I journal everyday, I have a journal on people I know and have known and how they made me feel. I keep a journal for when someone in my network dies, I write about them , I find it nice when I meet a neighbour and I can say “I though about your father today as its his 7th anniversary, he was a lovely man who loved the garden” . I keep a journal on safety, when I have near miss I write about it and what lessons I take from it. I write about my day and my feelings and emotions, I write about my memories, if I have a thought on the summer of 1977, I will write down everything I remember from the summer of 1977, I keep a journal on my dreams, especially the dreams with people I know in them.

    Journaling will transform your life

    Gerard 🙂

    #447332
    anita
    Participant

    Dear Gerald:

    Thank you for your kind message. I really appreciated what you shared about your journaling—it’s clear how much thought and care you put into it. I especially liked the part about remembering people who’ve passed and being able to say something kind to their loved ones. That’s such a thoughtful way to stay connected.

    Like you, I’ve been journaling for a long time. I started writing in notebooks as a teenager—pages and pages of thoughts, feelings, and questions. Later, I moved to typing into Word documents and printing them out. I still have thick folders filled with those pages. And now, I journal here, in this public space on tiny buddha. There’s something meaningful for me about having others read what I write—it helps me feel less alone with it.

    Thank you again for sharing your practice with me. It’s clear that your journaling isn’t just a habit—it’s a way of living with presence and care. I admire that.

    Warmly, Anita 🤍

    #447334
    anita
    Participant

    Pre Independent-Day-Parade Journaling. Because I can.

    Giving emotions this space to Express.
    Allowing them to shake off the dust of a lifetime of suppression.
    Inviting them to be seen, heard, felt.

    It’s been mostly a life unlived.
    A life so full of disquiet within.
    Shame and Guilt.
    Depression.

    And now there is a new youth within my aging body.
    Gone is the depression, and the shame and guilt- almost gone.
    I am standing tall, with a smile.
    Each new day no longer disappears into the day before.

    I FEEL alive.
    Life no longer stolen,
    No longer sealed behind lock and key.

    Anita

    #447338
    anita
    Participant

    Continued journaling (motivated by my post to Alessa, a short while ago): I have more empathy for my mother than I have for any other person in the whole wide world. I understand her why-s and her how-s.

    She has been so terribly wounded, so very terribly traumatized. No judgment. I’d do anything to go back- back- back- in time and SAVE her.

    .. Thing is- there’s nothing I can do for her.

    And if I try once again-again-again-again to help, to connect- the only thing I will achieve is.. my own destruction.

    It’s like a deer trying to help a mountain lion.. the deer is likely to get eaten.

    Not that my 84-year-old mother is a predator. It’s just that, if you try to get close, she becomes a predator. She can’t help it.

    She was so deeply-in-shame that any and every effort on my part to connect with her means more shame for her.

    She was not/ is not a bad person (in regard to her intents), she’s just.. Sick with Shame.

    And so, she imagined- when I was a child- that I was trying to shame her. She then lashed out, attacking, shaming the person she believed was shaming her (the child-me.. NOT)

    She was too deeply entrenched in her own devastating shame.

    Looking back, it’s about her severe mental illness. There was nothing I could have done to help her.. while she was- in effect- if not by intent- destroying me.

    Fast forward, what can I possibly do with this 84-year-old woman who may be suffering from dementia (sounds like it, from the little I was told), stooped over, rheumatoid arthritis. What could I possibly say/ do that can make a difference?

    Nothing.

    It’s amazing how the mother I knew my whole life (I never lived in a world where she was not a part of)- the mother I had for so long, will be no more.

    And when she’s gone.. I will truly be alone.

    Tears in my eyes.

    Strange, what I typed right above-

    “I will truly be alone”- But I was so very alone while she was alive, all those years..!

    “I will truly be alone”- this means that her image, in my mind, still carries a “togetherness” sense..?

    It must be that little girl’s sense (me, in the first few months or years of life) of her as the SOURCE OF LIFE.

    So, at 64, thinking of my 84-year-old mother- continents and oceans apart- still feels like she’s my source of life.

    Amazing, isn’t it..? Mother is Everything.?

    It’s an instinctual thing, not a rational thing.

    (Loud fireworks, July-4-7:35 pm, Western U.S.)

    So.. processing all this.. I am not demonizing my mother.. nothing but empathy for her, and yet, at the same time, there’s this knowing that there never was a way for me to bridge the distance.

    Still.. I have this image of her in my mind: she is 40-years-old (40 years ago), looking at me (20-years-old), and..

    The disconnect is COMPLETE back then, unbridgeable. An unbridgeable disconnect.

    If there is anything I am sure about, it is this one thing: there has been no way for me to connect with my mother. Not a failure on my part, but a failure she has brought with her.

    Something to grieve: this Impossibility of Connection (IoC).

    Anita

    #447344
    Alessa
    Participant

    Hi Anita

    You have helped over a thousand people. Did you ever wonder why you couldn’t help your mother?

    People here are looking for help. Your mother wasn’t. She didn’t want to change. Some people just don’t want to. Changing involves a lot of pain and hard work. Refusing to change is easy in comparison.

    Your compassion for your mother is understandable. But given the extent of your trauma, I doubt that she had good intentions all of the time. It doesn’t seem like she is a good person. A good person wouldn’t have hurt her children in the ways that she did.

    Sorry to be a naysayers. It is okay if you disagree. I don’t really know her. I could be wrong…

    You tried so much to help her, until you simply couldn’t anymore.

    Grief is understandable. You deserve the space to feel and express that loss. ❤️

    #447350
    anita
    Participant

    I don’t disagree, Alessa, and I very much appreciate your thoughts and sentiment.. You do understand, and I appreciate you ❤️. I will write more tomorrow, or on Monday.

    Anita

    #447355
    anita
    Participant

    Dear Alessa:

    Thank you so much for your message. I could feel the care and honesty in your words, and I really appreciate that you took the time to reflect so deeply on something so personal to me.

    My mother caused me a lot of harm, and I don’t excuse that. But I also know she was shaped by her own pain. She had a terrible childhood—she lost her mother, her father was an alcoholic who neglected her, and she was terribly abused by her older sister, both physically and emotionally. She spent time in an orphanage-like institution. Looking back, I can see that there were times when she was a good person. But when she wasn’t—when she turned that pain outward—she did it with full force. The shaming, the guilt-tripping, the relentless emotional pressure… that harm lives in my body every single day, every single hour, in the form of these tics.

    I suppose I hold a nuanced view of her—as someone complex, and someone who was once an innocent child herself, harmed so badly that she may not have been able to help herself. That thought fills me with sadness—for the girl she was, long before I ever came into her life.

    Thank you again for your kindness, and for holding space for my grief. It means more than I can say.

    With care, Anita

    #447357
    Engineer101
    Participant

    I was in a park today and saw these thoughtful words written on a bench

    How nice to sit
    And think awhile
    Of little things
    To make you smile
    Of happy things
    You did in fun
    Long ago
    When you were young
    To think of people
    Who were kind
    And left a ray
    Of light behind
    People who were
    Nice to know
    When you were young
    Long time ago
    Do come and sit
    With me a while
    And think of things
    To make us smile

    #447358
    anita
    Participant

    Dear Gerald:

    Thank you for sharing this. There’s something so tender and grounding about those words—like they’re inviting us to slow down and remember the small, good things that often get lost in the rush.

    Here’s a little continuation, in the same spirit:

    And if you’re tired
    Or feeling low
    Just rest a bit
    And let it go
    The world can wait
    A little while
    While we sit still
    And share a smile

    Thanks again for bringing this moment into the day.

    Warmly, Anita

    #447359
    anita
    Participant

    Journaling because I want to.

    I was going to start with journaling because I can. But I shifted to.. because I want to.

    The because-I-can comes from a place of rebellion, as in: I am not allowed to take space, but I am going to anyway! So, there!

    The I-want-to comes from a place that is more relaxed.

    Living with my mother for so very, so very, very long, way too long (it felt like being trapped in a forever), I couldn’t. Couldn’t express because.. well, expression was subject to prolonged hostile attacks.

    To provide the psychological background to it: she was full of shame and she interpreted what she believed I was feeling as intentional efforts, on my part, to shame her. Completely not true to the reality that was, but that’s how she interpreted people’s expressed emotions, and she felt safe to express her dissatisfaction to me, her minor-age daughter, than to other people she did not .. “own”.

    I believe it’s her oldest sister who cruelly shamed my mother, when my mother was a child, severely abusing her physically and emotionally. Fast forward, she “sees” that shaming in the emotions of a child (me) who desperately loved her and would have done ANYTHING to help her.

    A projection thing, completely inaccurate, but.. that’s what she saw: rejection and hate in the eyes of little-girl-anita, a perceived rejection and hate that she responded to with.. intense rejection and hate.

    Now, I can’t blame her for reciprocating my (non-existent) rejection of her because she really.. sincerely believed that I rejected her.

    I remember her going on and on about how I intended to hurt her and implemented mt alleged plan to do just that. I tried to explain, but she wouldn’t listen and argued that I did plan to hurt her.

    It wasn’t me that she saw, it was her oldest sister who was indeed terribly cruel and abusive to her.

    It Wasn’t Me.

    I see it more clearly this late Sunday night that I ever did in my whole life!

    The way I see it now, evil (the intentional harming of others), may be about.. retroactively protecting themselves, or rebelling against intentional harm done to them by people who retroactively protected themselves.

    I appreciate my own insight, that which I expressed right above, but if I somehow talked to my mother- following 12 years of no contact- she wouldn’t understand. Not capable.

    And there’s nothing I can do about it.

    Nothing I can do to undo or redo anything that involves her.

    I wonder, what is it that makes a person bad, as in a bad person..?

    I think that the answer is in the harm the person causes another intentionally, with the intent to harm.

    But as I think of my mother small smile when she recognized the hurt in my face, following something very shameful that she has just said…

    I don’t hate her back. I understand that in her mind- she was enjoying her revenge in regard to her oldest sister, seeing her oldest sister face where mine was.

    Can you blame a person for hurting the one who had hurt them for so long and taking a little pleasure in it?

    That it was a mistaken identity case.. well, she didn’t know.

    I am quite proud of myself right now, for having reached this nuanced understanding of my mother.. and of myself. And of life.

    For me, my mother was EVERYTHING. For her.. I was her oldest sister, someone to defeat.

    If I wrote an autobiography, I might title it MISTAKEN IDENTITY.

    To me, my mother is like a little child who needs heavy-duty reparenting, a little girl that needs to be taught, or shown what love is, a little girl that should be given the opportunity to trust.

    You know.. how oversimplifying can make a person feel better for the short term (as in, if I said: my mother was a bad person! I am a good person, so three!)? But it’s only short term. Seeing shades of grey, nuance, complexity, zooming out and seeing the bigger picture- that involves pain. But after doing this long enough, it brings calm simply because of seeing things as they are.

    So, my mother is a person I can never reach.

    My mother is a person who can never see me.

    An unbridgeable gap.

    To be so close to a person and yet so very, very far.

    Okay, enough for now. Thank you for reading (assuming anyone is reading 🙂).

    Anita

    #447360
    anita
    Participant

    * Typos, incorrect grammar, etc., are common in my journaling. Here’s a little correction: “I see it more clearly this late Sunday morning (11:21 am right now) than I ever did in my whole life! The way I see it now, evil (the intentional harming of another), may be about.. people retroactively protecting themselves, or rebelling against intentional harm done to them by people who… retroactively protected themselves from harm done to them, etc.

    #447361
    Alessa
    Participant

    Hi Anita

    You are right, these things are complicated and nuanced.

    Well, there was a study about murderers and it turns out that most of them either have neurodevelopmental disorders or brain injury, as well as severe childhood trauma. A deadly combination.

    Not to mention, alcohol and/ or drug use are often related to homicide and other violent crimes. Only 16% of homicides occurring over the past 10 years in my country didn’t involve being under the influence. Drugs and alcohol reduce inhibitions to dangerous levels.

    This is also relevant to parents, or someone who has insomnia or chronic sleep deprivation is shown to have similar effects to alcohol.

    I don’t really buy the protecting themselves theory personally. Maybe some people, but not all. People deal with rejection constantly throughout life. Why does someone choose to act at certain times and not others? I know that violence makes people feel powerful, in control and it is fun. That was my perspective when I was 12. Some people don’t grow up or have an interest in developing empathy for others. When a parent doesn’t teach you it, you are left to your own devices.

    I can understand the PTSD difficulties that your mother would have had. But I would guess that the nature of being a single parent with two children, created a lot of resentment towards her children specifically. For someone who is so unstable to resent their children ends very badly, especially when hitting children is seen as culturally acceptable. The prevailing belief for a long time is that children should be seen and not heard too. The combination of the these things, plus your mother probably had ADHD or something similar too since these things run in families.

    Resenting children is something that is very common for parents. Being a parent is non-stop hard work. Not the child’s fault. Just the nature of being a child is inherently frustrating for parents at times. A lot of people take their children acting out personally. But children don’t have the level of brain development to be fully in control of their behaviour yet. It isn’t their fault and very often, a child is actually distressed when they act out. People wouldn’t necessarily have known this in the past.

    It’s all a mess. But not one that you are responsible for cleaning up Anita. She should have been responsible for you and your sister. She should have protected you both instead of hurting you.

    I’m glad to hear that approaching the difficulties with your mother from a balanced perspective is helping. You deserve peace! ❤️

    #447365
    anita
    Participant

    Dear Alessa:

    “Why does someone choose to act at certain times and not others?”- because it is safe to attack the defenseless. I guess this is what evil is about.

    There’s a difference between Courage (fighting against injustice) and Evil (mercilessly attacking the blameless).

    You are making a very good point, Alessa.

    You pointed in the direction of what evil is about, the destroying a defenseless, innocent child.

    Not the destruction was complete- not for lack of effort on the part of the destroyer-in-chief, aka Mother.

    Yes, I see evil for what is, thank you, Alessa.

    Anita

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