cleanin the closets
Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 8:30 pm
the closets are the darkest places. the place where i tuck away the bad owies. safe in there with the warm sweaters. man this weed pulling stuff is tough. i have posted in some other forums some other parts of who i am as i journey to a weed free garden and control of my thoughts.
onward...this is the board for abuse of all kinds...so firstly the emotional. my parents weren't outwardly abundantly talkative, giving, loving, or involved with me as a tiny child. my dad was "afraid" he would break me so he wouldn't pick me up. my mom was stressed from a complicated pregnancy and never really had a chance to get past that because of the way my dad was behaving. so she resented me - but she wouldn't ever say that...sometimes ya just know in yer knower...God made me the way i am on purpose. i wanted to be loved as do we all. i wanted to please them. i did everything they wanted and i never misbehaved. they taught me to depend only on myself and i learned. i'm not casting blame. they did the best they could with their resources and knowledge and I am who i am based on my choices or reactions to what was put on my plate. i seek love and i want everyone to have it exceedingly abundantly. my heart cries for hurting people.
my dad called me names like idiot, dummy, and mostly stupid. he was horribly angry and easily provoked. i learned it well, as the scripture says not to associate with angry people unless you should learn it from them. my mom was all about stuff. she filled her emptiness with things and if i should damage one of her precious things she made it clear that the thing was more important than i was. the few occasions i did misbehave i was quickly spanked, usually with a belt, sometimes with a flyswatter, a couple times with a broom. i learned. whatever i had done to be spanked i never did again...at least as a child. it was a speak when spoken to family. and i learned to thoroughly analyze my words before i spoke.
but i was emotionally neglected always. i quit trying to please the people who "loved" me when i was almost 13. my mother laid it out there clearly, finally, that i wasn't pretty enough because i wasnt petite and thin and no one would ever be able to love me if i was "heavy". and her dad, who i held sooooo dear, confirmed that that summer when i went to visit. while we were shopping one day I saw some jeans i wanted and he said if i lost weight he would buy them for me. ouch. so even he, whom i thought loved me dearly, didn't really. so i learned a valuable lesson about people that stuck with me until now...people who "love" you can't be trusted.
so i spent the next 10 years testing my mother's theory in the world and proved her right. and what i learned during that time was that NO people can be trusted. i allowed myself to be physically abused. i say allow because i didn't try to stop it. i didn't care enough to bother. drugs and mostly alcohol dulled my senses enough.
i have just discovered real love again tho as i have found that God really does love me and has never left me nor forsaken me, but instead has been standing with me watching out for me and keeping me safe faithfully for all these years...patiently waiting because he chose me to serve. when He saved me, He really did save me
onward...this is the board for abuse of all kinds...so firstly the emotional. my parents weren't outwardly abundantly talkative, giving, loving, or involved with me as a tiny child. my dad was "afraid" he would break me so he wouldn't pick me up. my mom was stressed from a complicated pregnancy and never really had a chance to get past that because of the way my dad was behaving. so she resented me - but she wouldn't ever say that...sometimes ya just know in yer knower...God made me the way i am on purpose. i wanted to be loved as do we all. i wanted to please them. i did everything they wanted and i never misbehaved. they taught me to depend only on myself and i learned. i'm not casting blame. they did the best they could with their resources and knowledge and I am who i am based on my choices or reactions to what was put on my plate. i seek love and i want everyone to have it exceedingly abundantly. my heart cries for hurting people.
my dad called me names like idiot, dummy, and mostly stupid. he was horribly angry and easily provoked. i learned it well, as the scripture says not to associate with angry people unless you should learn it from them. my mom was all about stuff. she filled her emptiness with things and if i should damage one of her precious things she made it clear that the thing was more important than i was. the few occasions i did misbehave i was quickly spanked, usually with a belt, sometimes with a flyswatter, a couple times with a broom. i learned. whatever i had done to be spanked i never did again...at least as a child. it was a speak when spoken to family. and i learned to thoroughly analyze my words before i spoke.
but i was emotionally neglected always. i quit trying to please the people who "loved" me when i was almost 13. my mother laid it out there clearly, finally, that i wasn't pretty enough because i wasnt petite and thin and no one would ever be able to love me if i was "heavy". and her dad, who i held sooooo dear, confirmed that that summer when i went to visit. while we were shopping one day I saw some jeans i wanted and he said if i lost weight he would buy them for me. ouch. so even he, whom i thought loved me dearly, didn't really. so i learned a valuable lesson about people that stuck with me until now...people who "love" you can't be trusted.
so i spent the next 10 years testing my mother's theory in the world and proved her right. and what i learned during that time was that NO people can be trusted. i allowed myself to be physically abused. i say allow because i didn't try to stop it. i didn't care enough to bother. drugs and mostly alcohol dulled my senses enough.
i have just discovered real love again tho as i have found that God really does love me and has never left me nor forsaken me, but instead has been standing with me watching out for me and keeping me safe faithfully for all these years...patiently waiting because he chose me to serve. when He saved me, He really did save me