Being so ignorant and frightened that when I told Mum and Dad that I was a girl at thirteen yrs old, I panicked and didn't let them take me to a psychiatrist.
But largely I have to dredge for past horrors. Some are strong and always will be. But I'm doubtful if my past regrets are any more painful, and probably less deeply painful, than many who have lived in the last 50 odd years.
I've been very fortunate to live in a society where I could get a job and feed myself, and my family and friends. I have not watched my family tortured and killed. I have not watched people I know stoned to death or whipped or worse for holding hands or kissing. A poor statement but do we live in a world that if it doesn't happen to us, or those we know, it is less of an insult?
I'm proud that I have accepted people different to me in gender, race, religion and thought. I'm also ashamed that sometimes I have to remind myself of the need for that. That brings me regret.
I'm finding horror in my emotions that I'm trying now to explore. Carefully, because there are wounds that I carry that I did not realise. I'm finding, maybe unjustly, that hormones may be responsible for actions. I do not accept that morally. But I'm finding it difficult to debate. My inner violence and rage is lessening in the control/presence of AA. I was a small 'man'. I could be a violent one; I regret. Certainly in the pain of my youth, after certain happenings I took my vengeance on males whom I thought fitted a pattern who had abused me. I regret that. I never picked the fight, but I ensured they were never fair. I was far too well trained to allow that.
Life is an experience that we cannot choose. I haven' t seen my family and home and friends ripped apart in a natural disaster. I haven't seen the famine. I have not seen the tsunami. I have not watch the mother weep over her still born child.
Sorry Forum Admin,
You have hit me at a sensitive time. Delete if you wish, it is your thread, but I needed to get some stuff out.
Hugs Bro.
Cindy