Quote:... Likewise, with "repressed memories," which is about on par with the notion of demon possession, I'm not counting on anyone coming forward with convincing evidence. If it happens, though, I'd like to think that I'll keep an open mind.
Oh, my dear Joe, you poor thing! Your claims of open-mindedness seem weak indeed, to me.
Let's clarify, shall we? I had 4 siblings (all same parents) all of them older than me.
Many years BEFORE any of my siblings began to describe their own experiences, I experienced severe emotional difficulties, without explanation.
For example, when I was 14 I was taken to our local hospital's ER for an anxiety attack. At the same age, I experienced a neck pain so intense I was unable to move my head for 2 days without severe pain.
When I was 14 and 15 I spent about a year seeing a psychiatrist because I was so very troubled, anxious, and unhappy. This particular fellow was, in my opinion, no help at all. He did NOT mention repression of memories, nor did he know of the existence of repression. He neither hypnotized me nor gave me any drugs.
In fact, he suggested that I "wanted" to have sex with my father, thus explaining why I "imagined" I had sex with my father (and brother). I did NOT want either experience; I was clear on that then, and I'm still clear on that now, over 30 years later.
Now THAT is Freudian. Telling me I was "living out fantasies in my mind" about my father and brother.
This WAS, however, the same thing my mother told me when I was 4 years old. "Oh, you want him!" (My father.) No thanks, I did NOT. I guess, given the "professionalism" of this psychiatrist, I simply accepted his view.
This explains the misery of my subsequent teenage years. I was bad, I was born bad, and I'd forever be bad. Any fault could be laid on ME.
I still clearly recall my mother's reply when I accused my father of raping when I was 4 (or 5) years old. She said: "He's MY husband, not YOURS!"
As if I wanted a husband at that age. I did not.
Do you actually think that my troubles, at this age and in the early 1970's, were due to "False Memory Syndrome," which took another 30 years to be "Invented?"
Only 7 years later (my early 20's) did I hear "stories" from my elder siblings about "blood on the walls" during our shared childhoods. What a surprise this was to me!
All of my older siblings had moved out by the time I was 12, so I knew nothing of what they themselves remembered. And no, I had no contact with them in the interim.
BTW, nobody knew who's blood it was, at the time, and frankly nobody cared, they were too busy trying to protect themselves.
I was, however, very much helped by these accounts in my 20's, from siblings. Why? I knew it wasn't "just me," as my mother always claimed.
One sister told me how our father, when I was learning to walk, would hold both of my hands together over my head, and slap my face.
A different sister told me how our father would poke me with my diaper pins (which still existed in the 1960's, when I was an infant) in another room.
This sister would, she said, bang on the door (hearing my cries) over and over, trying to help me, to stop it, to ease my pain, but she never was able to open the door. This particular sister shot herself in the head when she was 36, and I was 30. Why yes, she is dead.
I've stated before, I have only one living sibling (I'm 48 years old). This sibling (female) has had no contact with any other family members in the past 15 years.
My mother has no grandchildren, although she had five children.
To deny that our childhoods were full of horrific abuse, in my opinion, is sort of like viewing a burned-out city from a sci-fi movie, and saying, "Oh, Nothing Happened Here. This city was idyllic and joyful."
I know I'll never convince you of the veracity of my statements.
I do, however, wish you to think one thought: WHAT IF all that I am claiming to be true actually IS true?
How would you feel then?
For me, there's no longer any doubt that I am correct in my recovery of repressed memories.
Your opinions are, well, hardly worth noticing, and frankly I'm surprised that I took this much time to address them.
I'd guess I'm thinking of all those OTHER children and adults, who are accused of "demonic possession" when they remember things they've previously forgotten. They need help. Desperately.
Me, well, I'm fine. I'm old enough to be fine. Good wishes to you, Joe.
I guess now I posted all this for people who are still suffering. You've no idea, Joe, of the suffering involved.
Should I be able to listen to anyone who's had repressed memories or childhood abuse like mine, please feel free Private-Message me.
I can, at least, listen to you.