i understand the feeling. when i started to learn and remember what happened to me as a child i really went into a tailspin. it was my pwn mother and stepfather (that i clearly recall at this point). everything i thought i knew about who i was and where i came from turned out to be a lie, or so i thought. for a long time i even wondered if the person i was could be real. the question i asked myself was that if the child buried himself, what went on to live the rest of my life as i knew it? a fake? what i came to realize is that though little theo went into hiding to escape the abuse and protect our innocence, he was still an active part of me. i, the adult, was still areal person. when in the depth of the initial recall and self doubts, i also wondered why i was not finished off as a child, i even thought for a time that little theo was dead and i was simply an automaton. i learned that little theo is still there with our innocence and awe of the wide world. all of us survived for reasons that are unique to each, but the survival also meant that we could tell our story and perhaps protect new children.
- It is gift, and gift will find its way
- I inherit through my choice. I build through my affirmation. It is through my freedom that I nurture, or fade into autonomy
- I was not given to serve life, but to embrace it