Another quote from the Power of Positivity website (via Facebook)
Ever since moving to my new home, I’ve been recovering memories during sleep. This is difficult because the memories come as dreams and sometimes interfere with or interrupt my regular sleeping. That means I’m not getting as much rest as usual even though my sleeping habits have not changed. Sleep deprivation and its resulting symptoms set in. And I stop wanting to go out.
This quote resonates a lot with me because the exact scenario happened more than once as I reclaimed independence from my father. His birthday was last Thursday; a few days after Labor Day; two week’s after my mother’s birthday; a little more than one month before mine. In the past, memories of the trauma and abuse from my father were hazy and blurred. Nothing concrete except feelings and fragments. Now, I am remembering. And the more I remember, the more I realize how covertly abusive he was. And not just to me. To my mother and brother too, but in different ways.
Sometimes I think my parents fed on each other’s negativity and enabled each other to be more abusive and destructive in our family system. Maybe that is co-dependence; maybe it is something else. But whatever the case, dad took out his frustration with my mom’s refusal to get consistent treatment and care on me. And he put all of this projected hopes and dreams for the future on my brother.
And when I moved so far out of their control that they couldn’t force me into compliance anymore, my parents & sibling went out of their way to control how everyone else in our family system and community saw me/treated me. None of those people are safe. Not when they all see my mom and ask her how I am. Not when they ask my brother, father and maternal relatives the same questions instead of asking me. Not when those people tell lies and make up stories about me that I can’t refute or deny since I have not idea what they’re saying.
The persona they created for me lives on in many minds. The truth of who I am is a mystery wrapped in an enigma both to me and everyone in my circle of trusted people. I’m still learning who I am. I am still becoming the woman I aspire to be. Like an onion, I have to peel away the layers of denial, amnesia, trauma fragments, and disguises that kept me safe in order to find the authentic person underneath.
And when times are bad; when the switching is almost constant; when the depression sets in, I remember this quote. And then I go to sleep. My alters come out and do what they need to do; sometimes we cry; sometimes other chores get accomplished; sometimes exercise; sometimes we have lucid dreams. A day might pass. Two days might pass with a few wake-ups to use facilities, get a drink or food, etc. And then, our mind relaxes into restful sleep. And I/we awaken feeling refreshed. And the cycle starts fresh again.
Thanks for reading.