It's curious to me that many people believe that abuse is worse than neglect. The belief is often based on the perception that neglect is merely not giving another what they need in terms of basics in life. I would debate that. Neglect also involves negating the significance or even the existence of another. Abuse is usually active be it physical or mental. As painful as it is, it does in some bizarre manner acknowledge another. Neglect on the other hand does not.
It's very significant to me that most of the people who neglected me did not mean to do so. I'm not justifying their actions. I'm saying that I truly do not believe they meant to be hurtful in any way. I believe I was an incredibly sensitive child who was ever so demanding because I felt things so very deeply. I didn't understand myself or how to interact with the world. My traumatic brain injury caused me to struggle in so many areas and my emotional sensitivity was often perceived as needy and excessive. Although I isolated and withdrew in school during my early days, I learned to behave and respond as others did to some degree as I got older. My emotional struggles I buried deeper and deeper within myself.
Depression and anxiety were feelings I knew very well and most of the time I didn't understand why I had them. It has taken a very long time for me to understand how much I was emotionally deprived in my life. I didn't realize that expression of feelings comes from being taught how to interact and feeling safe enough to say what is most painful. Grief was something that has been very prevalent in my life and just as I was processing one loss I seemed to have another and yet another.
Being around someone with disabilities is a challenge. Depending on the type of disabilities and the coping styles of both the one with the challenge and those around them, life can be very nourishing or excruciatingly painful and exhausting. For me, frustration was my initial reaction to almost everything. I remember wanting so desperately to explain how I was feeling and being met with: "You're just too sensitive. You need to just get over it." I truly think my depression and anxiety were the few outlets to my frustration. I either felt overwhelmed and afraid or so angry that eventually I just turned it upon myself. My dissociation occurred because I was left with so few outlets for my feelings that the only place to go was literally somewhere else!
I didn't have explanations for why I was so sensitive either as a child or for a large part of my adulthood. I wanted to be as seemingly unaffected as others by life and I just could not be! I was sensitive, super sensitive! I felt deep emotions to nature, the animals, the slightest turn of phrase, and sarcasm in any form. I tried to be sarcastic and callous. All that got me was worsening depression. I tried to isolate and withdraw from all that was in the world. I learned that is not life and it most certainly is not living.
As my emotions manifested into physical conditions, no one in the allopathic world realized I had been a neglected child. People in the helping professions tried to talk to me about who I was and what I had been through but they never understood the TBI piece and therefore assumed that they understood how I felt and that their painful paths were just like mine. The loneliness of being a survivor of trauma was made worse because often people believe all trauma, just like all disabilities, are alike. I would disagreed on both counts.
Each of us is unique. Our journeys are very much our own. When others assume they know what we are thinking and feeling it may be coming from a very loving place, but often the perception is dead wrong. Feeling dismissed, unheard, unvalued and worthless are ultimately, to me anyway, spiritual issues in need of addressing. The pain of living in a society of those who don't or can't understand is often the journey we must travel to reach spiritual understanding. The pain of life for me is not without meaning. Whether any human can truly appreciate me or not, I know God can. This is not a discussion of religion but rather spirituality. An acquaintance of mine used to say: "You think you're more bad than God is good." I will reframe that to say: "I see good in myself because God does. No matter my path, God can love me and see me for all that I am and all that I will become."
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