Dearest Readers,
A cousin of mine recently dug up some old home movies and sent a DVD copy my way. My immediate family didn’t have a video camera so I haven’t ever seen any live footage of myself from my childhood. Pictures, yes. Moving pictures, no.
So there I was, no longer a child but not yet a teenager, captured on video and suddenly brought to life on the computer screen. All I’ve ever had of those days are memories that play out in the recesses of my mind. Now they were before me, vivid and tangible. The year was 1983.
The clip I saw was a family baseball game at my grandparents farm. After the novelty wore off (seeing the past come to life is pretty cool) I found the footage difficult to watch. There before me was the girl I used to be. And it wasn’t pretty.
I pushed my youngest sister aside when she tried to help me play catcher. I refused my other young sister’s pitches because they weren’t up to my standards. I yelled at the other players to run faster. I vied for attention when hit by a ball. All in all, it was rather excruciating.
My immediate response was to go into shame. What a bad kid I was. What a bully. What a bossy pants. What a self-absorbed sore-loser. Look how I ruined the game for everyone!
This has been a pattern in my life. Beating myself up. The sick pleasure it provides is quite baffling but it makes some sense. The inner perfectionist gets to say, “See? You are no good after all.” Painful but understandable. The wounded wound. The hurt hurt.
Being on the Healing Path means I must be willing to change that pattern of thinking. I don’t get to indulge in self-brutality. I need to flip it. I need to change the behaviour.
That night I wrote in my journal: “Could I have mercy on that little girl? Could I love her with all of my heart? She was doing her best. She didn’t have emotional tools. She didn’t have real living skills. She’d experienced sexual trauma only a few short years before. It was not her fault she behaved that way. Those were her survival mechanisms. She was who she was at that time. Love her. Forgive her. Accept her. Be gentle with her.”
And this is what I must do.
The most amazing part about the healing process is finding out that there is still more to heal. This amazes me! I’ve done so much work! How can I still be holding myself hostage for my past behaviour?
I believe it is because we, as humans, are the walking wounded. No matter what our individual wounding is we carry it with us all our lives. And we heal by degrees. We heal in layers. One comes off and another one lies beneath.
This can feel discouraging but, in fact, it is the opposite. It encourages me to remember I am not perfect and I’m not expected to do any of this perfectly. I simply have to do it degree by degree, layer by layer, one step at a time.
Now that’s worth watching.
Inspiring Message of the Day: I will continue to forgive myself. For who I am today, for who I was yesterday and for who I will become tomorrow. I will say it now, “I forgive you for being human.”
That’s so great that it feels great, A! Good for you for doing the work to get to that place of joy.
Thank you, Heart Junky 🙂
You’re welcome, Michael. I’m glad it resonated. The practice of being gentle with ourselves is ongoing. ~ C.
Thanks for sharing this Celia. Once again I find some soothing and thoughtful words on your blog for the hurt I am inflicted on myself this evening.
i needed to hear that today. and every day. what a gorgeous paragraph of dialogue to your past self. thanks for being all that you are.
Wow…Great Blog.
I agree, just keep loving her, she needs you. From over here, I see that little bossy pants girl,who turned into a fine Artist.
It took me back to my times in therapy for my childhood issues and I felt like I was never going to get past some of it, but I did. Thank god!
I was told to thank my inner child for being there for me and now it was my time to look after her. I forget sometimes that others have gone through childhood issues, or are going through it. When i was a kid, I never felt like one but some days I get to be one now and it feels great!!! Ax