Wednesday, November 02, 2005

One of my fave comics, dinosaur comics, rocked today. More than even the usual rockage.

I had a perfect childhood. As perfect as anyone could ask for. I grew up in a happy christian family where we all loved and cared for each other. I felt respected and loved for who I was. My brothers and I never fought. Not really. There were tears and hurt feelings, sure. But it was never hateful.
My father was always there with correction and hugs and playing. He was gone a lot commercial fishing, but I never felt like he was not really there. I look up to him as a totally devoted family man.
I was homeschooled by my mother until high school, and i attribute my success in highschool and college to her. She was always there with a hug when I felt bad and always took care of me when I was sick.
My parents never had to spank me. They just told me what I had done wrong and why it was wrong, and they explained it so well that I understood and felt bad enough to not do it again.
It's hard for me to see so much pain and so many fucked up people in the world. I know what physical pain is as much as anyone, and I have some deep emotional wounds from some relationships. But it seems piddling compared to the physical, verbal and sexual abuse that people I talk to have gone through. I have been lied to, decieved, tricked, and betrayed. But I have never been put down by someone I love, told I was worthless, or that I am a drain.
I have cut and pierced my own body and had other do it. I have hung from metal hooks several times and liked it. But I have never been forcefully penetrated, beaten in anger, or struck with hate.
I have learned to control the physical pain. It makes my perception of the world clearer and sharper and in focus. I don't do it to wipe out emotional pain, I do it to feel, experience, and understand.
I've screwed up some past relationships by trying to be the healer.
But some wounds never seem to heal no matter how much you pour into it. Some people don't seem to know how to heal.
It usually just ended up wearing me out and killing the relationship.
If this helps anyone understand me any better, that is good.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Monkey, you just described my life in rather frightening detail. It hit me when I quit homeschooling for high school that I have the most functional family life and perfect childhood of anyone I've met. Happy loving fisher-family, good sibling relations, never hit. Never been in a relationship that tore down my sense of self or degraded me in any way. I have a few emotional scars, but they only came from trying to heal others' un-fixable problems.

So yes, this post helps me understand the way you think. I think that way too.