Editor’s note: The following article was submitted by the Lovefraud reader who comments as “Pearl.”
By Pearl
Someone on this blog once mentioned a book by Alice Miller and Andrew Jenkins, and it caught my attention. So now I’m reading The Truth Will Set You Free—Overcoming Emotional Blindness and Finding Your True Adult Self.
Even though I’m only about halfway through the book, I wanted to share parts of it because it is so important to what a lot of us are working on—forgiving ourselves and trying to understand why this (fraud) happened to us. I know this won’t apply or appeal to everyone, but it might help some of you as it has me. Miller’s ideas help me understand why I was susceptible and forgive myself for my blindness—my inability to spot a “bad guy.”
Miller focuses on childhood—on how corporal punishment (spanking/whipping) and humiliation—cause a type of blindness in adulthood that can lead to being manipulated and UNABLE TO SEE THROUGH LIES. She emphasizes that the kind of parenting and education aimed at breaking a child’s will and making that child into an obedient subject by means of overt or covert coercion, manipulation and emotional blackmail leaves long-lasting imprints on the way we think and relate to one another as adults.
Here is the cycle as she sees it:
- Traditional methods of upbringing, which have included corporal punishment, lead a child to DENY suffering and humiliation. (Can anyone related to having a high pain threshold? Where did I get that bruise or cut—I don’t remember getting it? Ever feel humiliated at being spanked, paddled or whipped as a child? Ever experience a parent being insensitive to suffering?)
- This denial, although essential if the child is to SURVIVE, will later cause emotional blindness.
- Emotional blindness produces “barriers in the mind” erected to guard against dangers. This means that early denied traumas become encoded in the brain, and even though they no longer pose a threat, they continue to have a subtle, destructive impact. (The memory of how to respond to such crappy behavior from our parents and authority figures is still there.)
- Barriers in the mind keep us from learning new information, putting it to good use, and shedding old, outdated behaviors.
- Our bodies retain a complete memory of the humiliations we suffered, driving us to inflict unconsciously on the next generation what we endured in childhood, unless we become aware of the cause of our behavior, which is embedded in the history of our own childhoods.
As children, some of us learned to suppress and deny natural feelings. Some of us lived in a world where our feelings were ignored and denied.
All the beaten child remembers is FEAR and the face of the ANGRY parent, not why the beating was taking place. The child may even assume he had been naughty and deserved the punishment. Miller writes that in the absence of a witness who can empathize with us in childhood and genuinely listen to us, we have no other way of protecting ourselves from the pain but to close our minds to it.
In a bid to blot the fear and pain of our abused younger self, we erase what we know can help us, we can fall prey to the seductiveness of sects and cults, and FAIL TO SEE THROUGH ALL KINDS OF LIES.
Having this information helps me understand why I was “ripe for the picking.” It also goes a long way toward helping me forgive myself and move on in the healing process.
candy:
Funny you mentioned about switching the emotions off and on. I used almost those exact words describing my spath to a friend. I said it’s literally like there is a switch in his head that turns off and on…he wanted me, he didn’t want me, he wanted me, he didn’t want me. It was always on his terms.
Thank you for writing this. I’m slowly pouring through the whole “healing” section on this blog. Every article helps me put this puzzle together.
I want to get over this FOR GOOD and start the right life once and for all. One article at a time, I will get to the bottom of this and undo those knots!
Thanks!
Do I need psychiatric help? I was trying to find an appropriate thread for this but can’t seem to find one. Lately I have been thinking more about my mother than the spath. This topic is very delicate for me and often one that triggers a defensive reaction, however it’s an important one at leaste to start thinking. I have bought the betrayal bond but in all honesty have been scared to read it. Scared to deal with what I know I need to face.
My childhood was filled with very powerful and manipulative abuse. With very strong lows (foster care, facilities, and group placements, I was even considered a run away at 12 although I was always kicked out when mom got angry). It was also filled with very great highs after the age of 15 (moved to Europe, traveled, met interesting people from other cultures, saw normal families) both the good and bad experiences came from the same woman. Fate/chance or circumstance I can’t say.
I’ve never told anyone about what I’m going to write but I’m concerned and I don’t know where to begin without looking nuts. I’m sure I will regret this later but here goes. I have many blackouts from my childhood…sometimes they come and go. Since the age of around 10 I guess I have always to this day suffered from some type of weird phobia. Please understand they are very powerful and have affected me while they are happening but they eventually disappear as if they never existed. I will try to explain a few as I can remember them. When I was around 10 I was afraid to swallow. Scared to choke..terrified beyond normal. Anxiety plagued phobia I guess then it disappeared one day only to come and go as a strange memory. They have always been there but just take on different forms. All equally terrifying and life altering as they occur. Others I remember today: not being able to take the metro.. When the doors closed a panic filled me.. It was consuming..I would walk the entire city to avoid it. This lasted months.. Than poof it was gone. There were and have been so many.. Being in high school and university and having to have the seat by the door in case I needed to escape without making a scene. I see they have always been there…. Just taking new and different forms. But when the new one appears it is just as terrifying. These are panic attacks in a sence but associated with odd things. Things that don’t make sence. Then they are gone after terrifying me I don’t know what this is or why I have them. I don’t hear voices, don’t see things, never dangerous, just afraid, feeling trapped… I can’t explain this properly… I’m trying. I know this is not normal and it needs to be addressed. For many years I drank heavily to cope and self medicate. It’s only now that my mother has come back into my life that I can see a corrolation and the danger and destruction she causes me. I don’t know how to begin addressing her or these other issues but I know I must. I’m afraid.. Afraid of looking at her and having to make choices and judgements about her. Worse I’m afraid of her reactions when I do.. They are never pretty. I’m not sure I’m ready for this yet.
(((dear coping. me thinks you are ready. )))) you have taken the step to speak about this and that is brave and ultimately freeing.
First, see a doctor and make sure you are physically okay. And do get a mental health evaluation. I just did. And although they didn’t have resources within the healthcare system for me, they did have an outside resource that i have followed up on for some counseling. i go for my intake appt. next week.
best, one joy
Mom is such a touchy subject I don’t even talk to my therapist about her. Not yet anyway. I am so sick right now and so is jr. Maybe things will “feel” better tomorrow. (((thanks))) this onion shit really sucks!
Goodnight all and god bless. One day one step at a time. (((sincere and honest hugs to all)))
coping, what i meant by ‘okay’ was that there isn’t a physical cause for what you are experiencing; i know you aren’t well right now. big hugs…you are a brave one.
Dear Coping,
I am in agreement 110% with the suggestions by One/Joy, I don’t think you are “crazy” and there is a reason somewhere. Rule out the physical first…and then start to examine the “onion”–sure, it is scary, and believe me taking an honest look at someone who is as important as a “mother” (especially one in which you know there has been some drama when you were a child) is a scary thing.
What I realized is that I do NOT have to accept my egg donor’s judgment of what or who I am. I can MAKE MY OWN JUDGMENT about both what And who I am and WHO or WHAT she is, and in my case, she is NOT my “mother” but my egg donor, she did not earn the title “mother.” It hurt, especially at first, but while I still wish I had had a loving mother, the fact is, I did NOT have a loving mother, and I am accepting that.
(((Hugs))) and my sincere prayers for you!
coping,
I experienced something similar, at least twice while with the spath. I can’t say what the cause was, since he was poisoning me and it could have been a reaction to one of his “cocktails”. The last one lasted about 6 months.
The only way I can describe it is a feeling of dread in my gut.
I literally felt exactly like I would feel if there was a person standing next to me with a gun to my head. It was so hard to function during that time. I spent all my days, gathering firewood, so that I could be occupied yet not actually doing anything. I cleared quite a bit of property doing that.
It’s very possible, that just the thought of your mother is the cause. If she is a spath, then she is dangerous to your psyche and you could be sensing that.
Acknowledging this could help alleviate it.
I_survived….
I love your name 🙂