I have been seriously ill for the last two years. I know that the root cause of my illness is the fact that I am
"stuck" in what we perceive to be the past. My history includes incest as a child, fanatical abusive cult members for parents and marriage to an abusive sociopath. I have thus far not succeeded in forgiving these people and I am certain this is the major obstacle that hinders my recovery. Learning to forgive is a profoundly challenging and valuable lesson for me.
I do not wish to revisit the sordid details of my past experiences. This is very painful and I have already addressed this in therapy with a psychologist.
I am posting because perhaps some of you that read this post have struggled with this lesson. Intellectually . . . I am able to understand that STS will always include those that abuse others. Emotionally . . . I still feel so much anger that I have failed to forgive them. I do want to forgive and I want to forgive while I am still here.
I would value and appreciate your input on this subject.
Although I don't know you, I can't help but care about your plight, and I would like to hazard a guess that what you are suffering from now is PTSD. I say this having endured 16 years of incest and child abuse myself...followed by 30 years of therapy and reading dozens of books pertaining to psychology, how the brain works, and the effects of trauma.
My take on PTSD:
Post - After things are (mostly) over
Traumatic - Acute and/or chronic shocks
Stress - The tremendous effort it takes to survive the above.
Disorder - I don't think of PTSD as a disorder. PTSD is a perfectly natural and orderly progression of internal events that follows the cessation of a long period of extreme stress.
What's going on when a person is suffering from PTSD:
As an abused child, a person's world narrows to focus only on survival. Terror, hyper-vigilance, and holding oneself in constant readiness for degrading and humiliating assault become normal facts of life. When the need to constantly steel oneself for battle is no longer there, the effect can be one of a speeding train suddenly running out of tracks at the edge of a precipice. The situation is almost as difficult to deal with as abuse: Who am I, now that I do not have adults screaming that I am _________ (insert cruel epithet of the day)? What the heck do I do with myself now that everything I've known and had to push against for so long has gone?
People naturally gravitate toward the known and familiar, which is why many abuse survivors immediately jump into abusive marriages or gangs once they are free - or in order to get free - of the original abusers. Often they get seriously ill and allow the allopathic medical establishment to apply its frequently barbaric methods that are so similar to abuse. We conjure up new situations that repeat what we've just gone through because it's all we know. Even our minds get in on the act and bring up memories that cause us to revisit the way we once were. Or worse yet, the memories don't reach our conscious minds, but their ghosts do, in the form of a smell, a hated word or phrase, or a face, and then we go back into survivor mode and overreact to something in the present.
How do you deal with a life that does not offer such extreme stress? It can seem so dull and boring that you can't stand it. It is like a death, the death of a way of life you are used to, and eminently suited to dealing with, since you have survived it. The effects of grief are legion. People call them 'stages'. The first is disbelief: It can't be over! Then anger, the first step toward acceptance of the situation, a sort of 'who moved my cheese?' anger, a feeling that things are out of control. When you've been used to expending an enormous amount of energy trying to survive, anger is also a natural vent for the energy you no longer need to use.
For what it's worth, in my opinion it is not yet time for you to forgive those who abused you. It is time for you to end the abuse you are continuing to heap on yourself. Abuse is all that the terrified, pre-verbal child inside you knows. Circumstances have ingrained terror in you as the primary way to deal with the world. What other way could there be? Your task is to find out.
How? I can tell you what worked for me. What works for you may be different. Things to look for when changing your inner landscape are things that will satisfy basic needs, such as the need to be loved and the need to feel safe. Whatever you try should appeal to you on an emotional, not necessarily an intellectual, level. Remember the pre-verbal child inside.
I immersed myself in flowers. I would spend hours examining the perfection of rose petals and how a rose bush spends the entire summer producing dozens of mostly perfect rosebuds. Then I realized that the bush doesn't care whether the buds are perfect. It sends nutrients even to the damaged or deformed ones, and in the end they produce rosehips just like the perfect ones. I thought that perhaps there is also hope for me. For the winter, I would send away for plant and bulb catalogues and look at the pictures before bed. I often dreamed of peacefully walking in gardens and fields of wildflowers. It cut down considerably on the nightmares.
It may help to move away. Different scenery can produce different landscapes in the brain. I took an opportunity to move to a different country. Yes, to some extent it will follow you, but it's easier to spot the patterns in your own thinking when you're removed from the original situation. Step away from the past as much as you can so you can investigate other ways of being. A wound will never heal when it is constantly being torn open again and again.
A therapist once asked me what I would do to comfort my small daughter if she had suffered an upset. The therapist suggested I give myself the same caring and sympathy I would give to her. Sometimes it can be helpful to project love onto another being so you can see it in action and experience it vicariously. This seems weirdly circular, but I'm sure I was raising myself while I was raising my children.
I feel in my heart, though, that it is not by accident that some people suffer horrendous abuse. I was talking on the phone to my sister one day, and a memory came back to me of myself when I was about 4 years old. I remembered being full of energy and always running around and getting into things, a reckless, noisy, holy terror! I was largely heedless of other people and just wanted to explore the world. It was a view of myself I'd long forgotten and had long since ceased to be. Some time later, I found myself wondering about the person I might have been if I had not been crushed by abuse. It occurred to me that I might never have developed empathy and concern for other people - or considerable strength - if I had gone on my merry way and lived a 'normal' life. It may well be that, used properly, suffering abuse can be a tool for setting oneself on the path to STO.
I don't know if any of this will help you, but I could not hear of your suffering and say nothing if I could offer you any hope.
Hugs!