Thank you to all who have responded so kindly with validation of what I expressed in the original post. It's wonderful to me how, having taken the plunge of writing down these thoughts and sending them out into the world, I manage to clarify things for myself, feel less alone as others validate my experiences, gain some distance from the issue and somehow settle more calmly into my being as I receive acknowledgement from other members of this community. How valuable is this!
Also, Kizzie and other moderators, the work you do to keep this space safe is invaluable. Contrast this community with the wider internet community and the difference is stark. Thank you so much for making it safe for us to speak up.
Woodsgnome, reading of your dreadful suffering in the dark, I remembered something I had pushed away. I developed asthma so badly as a very small child that I was hospitalised and I remember the isolation, loneliness and endlessness of being in hospital. Strangely, I don't remember difficulty in breathing although that was what had sent me to hospital. Sent home finally, I was given a device hung around my neck on elastic, with a big pink rubber bulb and a glass container full of fluid, and I had to squirt the fluid into my nose when I couldn't breathe. Because of this device, and worst of all, I was kept home from school for an entire year and so lived alone all the time, in frightening isolation with my angry and terrifying mother, receiving education by correspondence school and listening to the radio.
And yes Kizzie, I certainly needed to be small and contained to survive in that environment. And silent. And watchful. Something I'm maybe just now learning to shed somewhat as I relax into being alive and feeling entitled to breathe.
One important good thing came from all this. At the end of the year my mother received the report from the correspondence school on my progress and I remember her amazement as she told me they said I'd done really well and that she had expected me to do poorly. This was the first time I had ever received any acknowledgement from the world outside my family and I have never forgotten this small triumph over my mother's miserable expectations for her daughter.
Also, Kizzie and other moderators, the work you do to keep this space safe is invaluable. Contrast this community with the wider internet community and the difference is stark. Thank you so much for making it safe for us to speak up.
Woodsgnome, reading of your dreadful suffering in the dark, I remembered something I had pushed away. I developed asthma so badly as a very small child that I was hospitalised and I remember the isolation, loneliness and endlessness of being in hospital. Strangely, I don't remember difficulty in breathing although that was what had sent me to hospital. Sent home finally, I was given a device hung around my neck on elastic, with a big pink rubber bulb and a glass container full of fluid, and I had to squirt the fluid into my nose when I couldn't breathe. Because of this device, and worst of all, I was kept home from school for an entire year and so lived alone all the time, in frightening isolation with my angry and terrifying mother, receiving education by correspondence school and listening to the radio.
And yes Kizzie, I certainly needed to be small and contained to survive in that environment. And silent. And watchful. Something I'm maybe just now learning to shed somewhat as I relax into being alive and feeling entitled to breathe.
One important good thing came from all this. At the end of the year my mother received the report from the correspondence school on my progress and I remember her amazement as she told me they said I'd done really well and that she had expected me to do poorly. This was the first time I had ever received any acknowledgement from the world outside my family and I have never forgotten this small triumph over my mother's miserable expectations for her daughter.