I awoke a little while ago to a golden morning. I had such a fitful night last night. I never take any medication but last night I took a Panadol hoping it would allow me to rest. My body has been all over the place since the anniversary of my accident trauma. I was also not fully aware of how much my nephew’s visit triggered and the aftermath of feeling. I was up and down last night and had all the spasms and shock releases in my body which feels like it is trying to unwind. I wind myself up in my mind with worry over my dog and my mother. Despite the fact my relationship with my Mum is complex now she is aging so much and in pain I am full of care, this conflicts with feelings of frustration I have in longing for freedom from worry, care and trauma and anger I feel over past hurts. But the truth is way more complex than I can fully express in any blog. There are times I know she wanted to support me but since she struggles to accept her own emotions and responses (or does so under the cover of silence and protection like a lot of Scorpios) she hasn’t been able to validate me in the ways I wished, nor fully acknowledge her part.
I was watching the movie Thanks for Sharing for the second time on the weekend and I got triggered in the scene where the son of the older man in recovery confronts his Dad with hurt he caused him and his failure to apologise. The father who was a big guy in recovery circles as well as full of AA platitudes and pearls of wisdom was being hypocrite pure and simple and refusing to face it. I saw my self and how alone and emotionally devastated not getting the necessary apology leaves us. It fucks with our heads as we question the truth and fear losing the parent’s love by confronting their defences with their shadow.
I have pretty much come to the point where I know now Mum wont own her own part in ways she abandoned me emotionally. To do so she would have had to face her own history and lately she has shared that she was also emotionally abandoned, but the sorry for what she unconsciously did is never coming. Sharing about it with my therapist the other day she said that she feels to my Mum I am the child inside her she had to cover over long ago and whose pain it hurts to face, sadly. It takes so much courage and vulnerability to truly own where we fail, often due to unconsciousness. Not getting that acknowledgement from any member of my family has been painful and difficult. But at least now I know where NOT to look for it.
In a way I am glad I had no contact with my brother on his birthday. His daughter shared with me a while back how shut down both her parents are. She doesn’t blame them for her emotional abandonment and it is ongoing. I think its a big step to really feel our anger over this, as it can be prohibited. To stay trapped in anger though in time means a failure to accept and grieve a harsh reality that must be faced and grieved. I feel in time I will be able to have an honest conversation about how I feel about how he is in terms of being as emotionally distant as my own father was. He never got the help to face his softer needy side and his wife is furiously defended against her own in so many way too, but the truth is I don’t know her well. She has always kept up a cold hard distance with the female side of my family, especially after my oldest sister’s breakdown and told her children to do the same. That is another grief. I know she has reasons to be angry at my Mum and they are valid. Mum admits she was in the wrong but doesn’t really have empathy for my sister in law who lost her own mother when she was on the brink of adolescence.
Facing our grief and pain is huge work, I now see. I feel we skirt around it for so long and as I write this that poem of Emily Dickinson comes to mind : there is a pain so utter it swallows substance up and covers the abyss with trance so we step above or around it (those are not the verbatim words but it goes something like that.) The reason I think so many of us who carry abandonment trauma suffer and are sidelined by others is that they either have no idea of the devastation it causes or are so deeply invested in denying or covering over their own grief and pain that they can feel scared and threatened when we do and so do things to shut us down or shame us. Then we can be labelled as ‘ill’ and medicated to shut the fuck up. (Writing that last sentence I am also aware medications in many cases are used to soften the blow while inner work is prepared for but in many cases they are used to hide from it in the absence of inner reparative psychodynamic work and there is anger for my sisters in that sentence which I own fully!).
As I look back I see this ocean of deep grief and pain began to open up for me in 1999 when my ex husband and I were in the UK. Facing the enormity of it scared me so I ran home to Australia and then hid out. My husband and mother were trying to get me some help but I was resisting them a fair bit. I ran back to the UK and then back to Oz and then back again when I was struggling to find a way to trust and move forward. So in many ways the anger I have at my family not fully understanding is also anger of my inner child at the adult who would not take the right steps to care for her before. My grief and fear was so huge they were terrifying to face. And so much went into the fire.
It was only the ending of the next relationship which freed me for the inner work and then my older sister died and that was so hard. We got to reconnect for a short while with her sons and that opened up feeling but also more fear. It has taken until this late Mercury retrograde transit to see how strong the Uranus rebellion streak has been in me and how deep the Plutonian deluge of ancestral pain that we carry as a family really is. In many ways I am the shadow bearer for a lot of repressed energy so its no wonder I have struggled so much and been sidelined so many times by others who are ignorant, misunderstanding or misjudging. And then I judged myself not seeing how big the task was or how well I was trying, until I found this last therapist who has just been so present, so adaptable, so open and so warm and caring, things I have never received much in my life before. I come from such a constricted family that holds down so deep so much repressed life force and childlike joy and human wanting/needing, all of which I split off for so many years until now! Was it any wonder I suffered from anxiety. It was just repressed life force, wild horse energy in my beautiful body stampeding with hooves of wanting and desiring for release against huge forces of internalised repression!
Phew! Sun is literally streaming in on me at the moment and I awoke today and saw the beauty of my home, which has been such a cocoon and which I nearly discarded earlier in the year in quest of a space that was not the real me I am but the me I thought I should be to be better or neater or more in control.
On that subject last night after I got home I listened to the greatest conversation on radio with a student of ethics and philosophy on transcendant experiences. What was being discussed was how much the rational enlightenment in the 17th century has stolen from us in terms of raising up qualities of self control, rationality as supreme, making us numb and blind on so many levels to nature and inner mystical worlds that our ancestors were more in touch with. In the wake of this experiences of feeling connected to a greater power or peak experiences of seeing spirit in matter or feeling that vast overwhelming of love, luminosity and connection have become increasingly pathologised by the mainstream.
On the way home just a while before I had one of those experiences when I saw a hedge of the most glorious yellow wattle shining out at the side of the car. I was overcome with the awareness of how much love there is in nature and of how much of our suffering is man made by the heroic questing ego that seeks power over nature instead of union with it.
When we fail to see the beauty in who we really are as natural beings, when we go deaf dumb and blind to sensitivities and feelings of connection or suffering, we shut down all that is most beautiful, honest, open and true in ourselves and others. I know how many others there are out there who also suffering and in many ways our suffering in opening our hearts also connect us to each other. When we resist that suffering or try to make a illness of it we cut ourselves away from love, life and light.
I saw so much light and love in that wattle yesterday. I only saw it as I went to visit my Mum for an hour and we had a few moments of connection. I connect to the pain in my Mum that she has had to deny for so many years. Long ago as a child she was left alone without resources. I see how she coped to the best she could. It was NEVER enough for me but it was all she could do. Facing the harsh reality of that means grieving not only for her but for all of my family. It means not living in denial as so many of us do but it also involves realising the beauty that remains even amongst what at times seems to the rubble and wreckage that is left and it occurs to me as I read this back that grieving and feeling the pain is a form of transformation and birthing, it is a dying to the old past so a new present can rise up and live with more awareness of how deep losses and original injuries go.
What is most important for me at this stage of the road in my emotional recovery is self love not self denial or rejection. I don’t like what I had to suffer and I wish it was different. I know I deserved more but maybe there was a deeper lesson or learning in every single thing I have gone through. Making meaning of it, accepting what is, grieving the losses to realise what is most important, most luminous so I can come awake again and fully embodied in both my longing and my pain as well as my luminosity and joy, well to my mind that is essential work maybe not for everyone but most definitely for me.