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April 1, 2025 at 9:33 am #444554
anita
ParticipantDear Reader:
Early-life betrayal—especially from parents or caregivers—profoundly shape the way we experience reality, trust, and connection.
When a child is betrayed through neglect, emotional manipulation, or outright abuse, it creates pain too overwhelming to fully process at that early stage of development. Because the attachment to caregivers is crucial for survival, the child may instinctively suppress or repress their emotions to avoid confronting a painful truth:
“If I acknowledge how hurt I am, it will mean I can’t trust those who are supposed to care for me.”
Instead of processing the betrayal, the child buries his or her emotions, disconnecting from one’s own feelings as a defense mechanism. This suppression prevents the child from fully integrating his or her experiences, leaving wounds unresolved—creating a separation within.
Since emotional suppression blocks direct confrontation with betrayal, self-doubt begins to creep in:
“Did this really happen the way I think it did?”
“Maybe I misunderstood. Maybe I’m the problem.”
In an attempt to preserve a sense of security, the child’s mind begins rationalizing or distorting reality—minimizing the truth of what happened, gaslighting oneself, and doubting one’s own emotions. This leads to an inner blindness—an inability to fully trust one’s own perceptions, deepening the separation within.
As the child grows into adulthood, this inner disconnection—the inability to trust one’s own emotions and interpretations—manifests externally:
The now adult doubts people’s intentions, fearing betrayal even when it isn’t present.
The person struggles to recognize harmful patterns, leaving him or her vulnerable to further manipulation.
The person avoids deep connection, because if one’s emotional system doesn’t trust its own signals, intimacy feels dangerous.
Without a clear sense of reality, the person misinterprets situations, overreacts to perceived threats, or becomes overly guarded—blocking genuine relationships.
Breaking this cycle requires unearthing buried emotions and validating the original betrayal for what it was. When people acknowledge their early trauma—not just logically, but emotionally—they can reclaim their ability to see clearly, trust their perceptions, and form healthy connections.
Healing involves:
* Recognizing and processing repressed or suppressed emotions
* Affirming that the betrayal was real and not the child’s fault
* Rebuilding trust in one’s own emotional signals and perceptions
When inner disconnection starts to heal, external relationships become more authentic—true intimacy becomes possible, and the cycle of separation begins to dissolve.
anita
April 1, 2025 at 10:21 am #444558anita
ParticipantDear Reader:
In my posts on this thread, I will seek to reconnect with the betrayal I buried—to see it as it truly was. In doing so, I hope to uncover the emotions long suppressed within me, to bridge the gaps, to heal the separations within. My journey is one of moving from self-fragmentation to self-integration, of restoring inner connection so that I may also connect outward—with you, the person reading this.
Here I go: It was scary—very scary. It felt like being suspended in the air, never knowing when I would hit the ground, completely crash, and cease to exist.
I was suspended in the air, suspended in time—five decades of time—focused on one thing only: not falling, not dying.
There was no time to live. No time to look outward—to people, to play, to connection, to love. No time for long-term planning.
There was this special person in my life carrying the title mother. I loved her. I needed her. But she turned away from me—otherwise occupied. And when she did turn toward me, it was too often with hostility, criticism, accusations, shaming, and guilt-tripping.
None of it was justified.
When she turned toward me with affection, I couldn’t accept it—because the hostility lingered. Because more hostility was always yet to come.
I recounted some of the same memories with her, again and again. Yet I never stopped gaslighting myself—not completely. Some part of me was still working to convince myself that something really bad happened, that I wasn’t making it up.
People told me—I told myself—”Let her go!” But I say:
I will—when I stop gaslighting myself. I will—when I reclaim the parts of me that I buried deep down. I will—when I reconnect to the emotions I repressed and suppressed.
More later.
anita
April 2, 2025 at 9:31 pm #444594anita
ParticipantThe emotions I repressed and suppressed are more than anything, way more- is Love for her, Love for my mother who was- to me- the MOST IMPORTANT person in the world, would have done anything, EVERYTHING for her. That dedication was No 1 in my psyche.
I would still do anything, everything for her if there was a chance that I could make a difference, a positive difference for her.
Okay, so that’s the LOVE for her, everlasting.
That she hated me in return for my love, well, that’s unfortunate. I can’t change it.
I don’t want to resist this truth, to fight it. it is what it is.
That she placed no value for my love, that she did not consider my love for her as something of any significance, that’s her thing. Unfortunately she just didn’t consider me anything of significance. Not her fault: she just couldn’t see me- little anita- as anything that was of any worth for her.
From her point of view, I was a thing, a thing of no consequence, of no purpose. Just a thing.
And so, I lived my life as a thing of no consequence, of no purpose, A thing of no worth.
But I am a creature of worth, of consequence, of purpose: I am!
I can make a positive difference in people’s lives.
anita
April 4, 2025 at 3:00 pm #444648anita
ParticipantHello Everyone:
Befriending myself- befriending all of my emotions, all of my emotions throughout my life. They were all natural responses to perceived reality, reality that was perceived accurately during my childhood, and reality- later on- that I often perceived inaccurately.
Early shame was about fixing myself so that I can do right by others. Early guilt was about correcting my ways, so that I can do right by others.
Shame and guilt, my friends, misinformed friends during my childhood, yet friends nonetheless.
I didn’t wrong my mother. She said I did, I believed her, and shame and guilt followed. They followed her claims so to make me a better person, misinformed of the fact that I was not any less good of a child than any other child, no less loving of her mother than any other child.
Befriending all my emotions, including fear and anger, emotions that had my best interest in heart, as well as the best interest of others.
The trauma is trapped in my body in the form of the shoulder tics that are bothering me right now. Doing the befriending doesn’t dissolve the trauma, the trapped motion stuck in my body. Instant release through understanding is not possible. It is stuck in my neurons, in my muscle, a biological stress.
Nonetheless, I am on the road of healing and recovery, and I am happy about it. it sure beats the alternative- further deterioration and harm.
I am a good person. There are lots of good people like me. I wish there was a way for us good (although imperfect) people reading my words- to come together and make this very troubled world- a better place.
anita
April 5, 2025 at 3:29 pm #444661Alessa
ParticipantHi Anita
Thank you for sharing your thoughts, feelings, experiences and insights! I’m glad to hear you are okay and I miss speaking to you too. ❤️
I think that the advice about healing is very beneficial.
I’m glad that you are on the road of healing and recovery. You deserve it after everything you have been through.
It is hard to change things that are so deep rooted at such a young age. Raising my son I can’t help but consider all of my words and the ways in which it might affect him.
With love I say it is the nature of children to disobey their parents. They are exploring the world. They don’t know any better. And sometimes they do, but their self-control isn’t developed yet. Negative attention is still attention and there are many tantalising things that might seem worth chancing being chastised.
Raising a child is like training a puppy. You cannot expect anything young to take in a huge amount of information in one go. It takes training little by little, so as not to overwhelm and encourage retention of information. This means being patient and letting some things slide. Understanding that they will learn more as they get older.
April 5, 2025 at 3:38 pm #444662anita
ParticipantThank you, Alessa. You are amazing!❤️. I will reply more tomorrow morning (my time),
Anita
April 6, 2025 at 9:24 am #444667anita
ParticipantDear Alessa:
Thank you so much for your thoughtful words. Your support means a lot.🙏
Your reflections on parenting are so insightful. The way you consider your words and their impact on your son shows just how much you care about shaping his future in a mindful way.
I’ve been reflecting on your words: “With love I say it is the nature of children to disobey their parents.”- It made me consider my own experience as a child, and how vastly different it was from natural exploration and boundary-testing.
I understand that children typically push limits, challenge authority, and test boundaries—it’s how they learn, how they shape their identities. But in my case, I have no memory of testing boundaries with my mother. I wouldn’t have dared. Instead of exploring, or asserting independence, I withdrew. I didn’t grow outward—I grew inward, folding into myself, retreating rather than expanding.
Stagnation replaced development, and instead of flourishing, I felt as if I was sinking deeper and deeper, trapped in an emotional sickness and social isolation. I minimized myself and autonomy was exchanged for compliance so to avoid her criticisms, histrionics, shaming, etc. For instance, I didn’t dress myself until much later than what’s appropriate—maybe ten, maybe older. She dressed me, and I let her. She continued to shower me well into puberty—a deeply shameful experience for me—yet I didn’t resist. Resistance was a luxury I couldn’t afford.
This reflection makes me realize how much of my childhood wasn’t about discovery, but survival. As I look back, I don’t feel like I “grew up.” Growth implies expansion, progress—but my experience felt more like entrapment. I grew inward.
Your idea of gradually teaching a child (” It takes training little by little, so as not to overwhelm”) makes so much sense. It reminds me that growth, whether in childhood or adulthood, is a series of small steps rather than instant change. And patience, both with others and ourselves, is key.
Sending you warmth and appreciation 🌺.
anita
April 6, 2025 at 10:16 am #444668Alessa
ParticipantHi Anita
I’m so sorry that you went through all of that abuse. That your mother did these things is unconscionable. I’m sorry to say that is a form of sexual abuse.
At some point, before you can remember I imagine that you might have tried like any child. But the response you would have received would have been so unsafe. You stopped trying and tried your best not to aggravate her out of fear.
Even young children have a drive for autonomy. My son is not yet a year and a half old. He holds his own cups. Takes off his own socks and shoes. Holds his own spoon. Wipes his own face. Helps me to dress him by pushing and pulling at the right places. He runs, plays fetch with the dog is learning to play soccer and is almost swimming with floaties.
You were so heavily controlled. No wonder you value your freedom in freestyle dance. We all deserve freedom.
You didn’t deserve the abuse you endured. I’m glad that you survived it. You make the world a better place! ❤️
April 6, 2025 at 11:02 am #444672anita
ParticipantDear Alessa:
As I concluded reading your post, I thought to myself: This is the best post addressed to me that I ever read on tiny buddha, in all those years!
The washing me (and other experiences with her) sure felt like sexual abuse, considering the deep shame involved on my part. Regardless of her intent (she said she has to wash me because I didn’t have what it took to do a good job at it), it was a definitely inappropriate physical contact given my age (a teenager) and my realo ability to wash myself. It was also a violation of autonomy and it caused great emotional harm.
I appreciate you acknowledging the abuse I endured—it’s validating to hear someone recognize how deeply it affected me. The idea that even young children have a drive for autonomy resonates with me, especially when I think about how heavily controlled I was. It’s true that I stopped trying to assert myself out of fear, and survival became my focus instead of growth.
Your reflections on your son’s independence are so heartwarming. It’s inspiring to see how you nurture his autonomy and let him explore the world in his own way.
Thank you for seeing the good in me and for your support. You’ve given me a lot to think about, and I’m grateful for your kindness ❤️
I read your post on Jana’s thread and I want to support you in attending to your own needs first and give yourself the compassion you deserve.
anita
April 16, 2025 at 8:10 pm #444918anita
ParticipantLooking at the title of this thread, “The Betrayal We Buried”- indeed it’s a We, people betrayed, people here, there, everywhere. Trust- such a precious, precious thing, oh, so valuable, most valuable. Nothing is more important- to be worthy of someone’s trust.
Trust, a 5-letter word- so desperately needed in this world full of betrayal.
No criticism from me, no disapproval, no judgment, only acceptance- how precious is this? is there anything more precious?
People die all kinds of deaths because of betrayal, subtle ways, violent ways, tragic ways. The loss of childhood innocence- tragic.
Back to life is about trusting again- if not in others, than in myself, to be there for you like I said I will. To be worthy of your trust.
anita
April 16, 2025 at 9:00 pm #444919anita
ParticipantI didn’t see my mother since 2011, didn’t talk to her since 2013. I know she is likely to die any day, any hour, and for the first time in my life, there will be a world for me where there is no mother for me, forevermore.
One would say (I would say), why not contact her in her last days, let her know, let her know I love her so-
Oh, the dream.
The dream that she will finally know that I love her so.
But she won’t know, she can’t know. It will be another waste of my time, decades-long waste of me.
My love for her is like oil and she is like Teflon. My love doesn’t stick, it floats and off the pan it goes, unacknowledged, unrecognized, unregistered.
So, who am I telling this to? Is anyone hearing/ reading me? Who am I talking to?
Myself, I suppose. is there anyone else hearing me on this Wednesday night?
I think that I am trying to make her hear me, trying to reach her one last time, yet I am absolutely sure my effort is fruitless because my life is a testimony of this fruitlessness. So, I am telling you- someone who may be reading this, or not- I love, loved my mother with all of my heart, with all of my soul, but she wouldn’t, couldn’t take it in. So, I drowned in unacknowledged love turned to hate turned back to love.
Goodbye, mother. May you rest in peace as you take your last breath. Mother, unreachable, unapproachable. I love you so, I always did.
anita
April 17, 2025 at 5:09 am #444926Yana
ParticipantWhat a shame your mother missed the precious opportunity to be loved unconditionally by her daughter.
❤️
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April 17, 2025 at 9:16 am #444944anita
ParticipantThank you, Jana. Your words truly mean a lot. I appreciate your kindness and empathy. It’s comforting to have my love for my mother recognized and appreciated—even if not by her.
anita
April 17, 2025 at 5:40 pm #444955anita
ParticipantLove- to no longer chase it, to no longer run away from it, to no longer stress about it, think and overthink it, try to control it with words and intellect, to no longer associate it strictly with this or that person, to no longer define and redefine it- but instead- be it, be open to the love that’s already here, always was.
Patrick Swayze in the movie Ghost said it as the ghost of the character he was playing: “It’s amazing, Molly. The love inside, you take it with you.”
What if love is not something to take, to give, to receive, to reciprocate but just to be, an ego-less, timeless love that is available to all of us..? (thoughts inspired by Peter)
anita
April 18, 2025 at 2:45 pm #444976Alessa
ParticipantHi Anita
It is not easy, realising that a parent will die and you are castrated from them.
I don’t know if it is true or not, or even if this is something that you might be interested in. I don’t know if this might bring you a measure of comfort? In the Tibetan Book of Living and Dying there is a practice. Basically, it says that when someone dies, that a) they need people to pray for them. b) for 3 days after death the soul sticks around and they hear everyone’s thoughts about them.
I know it might feel like your love was fruitless. From my perspective, whilst your mother rejected your love, that love you have for her you also share with others. That is a very precious and beautiful thing.
It is lovely to see you reflect on love and trust. 😊
I think that love is an inherent part of all of us. The way I see it is that there are barriers or blocks hiding that love at times. Fear and anger for example.
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