Showing posts with label Family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Family. Show all posts

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Day 187 - Does My Suffering Experienced During HCV Treatment Side Effects Provide Freedom From The Ghosts Of Primal Wounds?

On day 187, I return to Spirit And Consequences and make the promise to write every other day from now on. If I write more, that is fine. But I will express myself even when exhausted. And I smile because how I doubt this promise will be kept. My inability to maintain discipline and keep my promises to myself are the indirect results of my primal wounds that haunt me each and every day

There is a question circling my soul over the past few days, a sense of wondering whether the freedom I feel occasionally and speak of often is real or just words. Yes, even if I take the time and the effort to transform theory into actual practice, even if I try to ingrain a shift in perspective by making it a habit, do I truly receive freedom from the ghosts of my primal wounds that have haunted me for so long?
An Essential Question - Is There One Primal Wound Or Many?
According to the lingo of pop psychology and popular novels, there is only one primal wound for each of us. I am sure they believe the primal wound is centered around the parents, fueled by the almost century-old atmosphere generated by Freud and his followers. I understand how the idea of a single primal wound can be used to express certain perspectives and ideas like, for example, in the excellent volume of the same name that illuminates the struggles of adopted children and their primal wound of abandonment. But I would disagree with the belief that there is a single primal wound. In my life, I have experienced many.

Whether a result of childhood experiences with my father or at school, at summer camp or on the streets of Manhattan, those primal wounds all came during the many phases of growing up. Even as a teenager, when psychiatrists would claim the rubric of my personality was fully designed and installed, primal wounds arose and continue to haunt me to this day. It is ironic how the painful memories are so much harder to let go of when compared to the cherished ones. Happy memories seem to pass into the framework of our lives, hopefully to be replaced by more happy memories. But the primal wounds that infect our actions and warp our behaviors are ghosts that continue to haunt us until they are confronted, and there is a reckoning, a understanding, and, ultimately, an acceptance.
Are You Haunted By The Ghostly Shadows Of Past Wounds And Trauma?
Why have I been haunted recently by the ghostly shadows of my past wounds? Honestly, I would rather not say. I have been addressing a deep pain that came from my childhood, focused not on my family, but on my experiences at school. Of course, I also am infected by family wounds, but those seem easier to address. I still speak and interact with my family, not in person, but over the phone on an almost weekly basis. I visit my parents and sisters about twice a year, and they have been supportive of me during the rough times I have been responsible for putting myself through as an adult. 

As a result, such family wounds, even scars, can be worked on in an active manner. The experiences are not shadows because there are reflections of them in reality. Some of the wounds never heal, but I am more aware of how they affect me. In contrast, the wounds of school and childhood experiences are gone with the wind. They cannot be encountered again except in the shadows of memory.

Without question, I would agree that family wounds are the deepest and the most primal. But they are often repeated, then accentuated and transformed outside of the context of the family, and such new wounds, although similar, can become primal as well. The definition of primal is essential, fundamental, relating to an early stage of evolutionary development. Such wounds are  not just reduced to the first, but also related to heightening the first. If they deeply affect a person's evolutionary development as a human being, as a responsible adult, I believe they are primal. 

Beyond an argument over the number and placement of primal wounds, the question for me is whether the suffering I experienced during my HCV treatment side effects will provide me with the freedom not to be haunted and infected by those the shadowy ghosts of those primal wounds? I do not have any interest of spending any more time living with ghosts and having my actions warped by the shadows of those primal wounds. Do we not deserve more than a taste of freedom? Can John Lavitt free himself from the slavery he has imposed upon himself by allowing the infection of his primal wounds to continue and warp the vessel of his life?
The Bondage Of Self And Freedom From Our Primal Wounds
The first part of the Third Step Prayer in Alcoholics Anonymous goes like this: 

God, I offer myself to Thee - 
to build with me 
and to do with me as Thou wilt. 
Relieve me of the bondage of self, 
that I may better do Thy will.

I have always loved and identified profoundly with relieve me of the bondage of self. How exhausting is the bondage of self, how banal and repetitive and obvious. After so many years, I am so tired of being my own worst enemy because my perception and my resulting actions have been warped by the primal wounds. I wish you the very best in your own ongoing battle and I ask myself: Can I find freedom from those shadowy ghosts? We shall see...





Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Day 3 Afternoon — Love and Support

As I spiral around in the roller-coaster of my mind that has less rises and drops than twists and turns, it is easy to forget how much love and support I have in this world. My family is 100% behind me, and they want to make sure I receive the best care available. My friends have offered to help in numerous ways as people step up to the plate unexpectedly and reach out to help.

Although I only really know Monsieur Kaiser from my local coffee shop as a barista, we have become friends over the past few years. When he heard what is happening, he reached over the counter and hugged me. Right away, he let me know that if the Hepatitis C Treatments makes me very sick, he will come over once a week and cook me dinner to make sure I am eating and taking care of myself. There is no reason other than love and support that he ever had to make such an offer. And he is the kind of man who will come through with such a promise.

It makes me think of the Nick Cave song People Ain't No Good and how that is not really true. Yes, people are scared and desperate and life is quite a challenge for what appears to be the vast majority. But within their intimate circles of friendship and family, people come through for each other. There is nothing as satisfying as being of service to another person and coming through without any expectations for reward or return. In AA, one of my favorite sayings is that an expectation is a resentment under construction. When I can let go of my expectations and just show up, the reward I receive from within is much greater than any I will ever receive from without.

I don't know if I will end up alone on a bench like the old man in the picture. There is a very good chance that he has chosen this quiet moment to contemplate the sea and the vagaries of this strange human life. But for me, the picture has come to represent a certain fear of not being loved. If I cannot share what I experience in this life with those I love, then what value does such experience have? In a way, the love and support that is being shown to me provides motivation for this ongoing account. I wish to share my thoughts and perspective, illuminate the facets of the jewel of this consciousness with the people I care about in my life. If it possibly can reach beyond this point and become a resource for others, that would be wonderful. Naturally, my innate grandiosity longs for such a place.

Then again, when I truly consider the purpose of this exercise, I realize the expression is essentially for me as part of the process of experiencing what is both terrifying and seemingly inevitable. If the fear of death motivates us to create a lasting legacy, it also presents nothing more than an illusion. Beyond this illusion, there is the day-to-day struggle to express each strand of this ongoing experience, weaving a tapestry that will show what it is like to survive.

Then again, this boy can be quite melodramatic at times, but he does enjoy the words and their play. If this disease brings me to the edge of desolation row, then I will dance there with these words before giving up and before giving in to cynicism and despair. I did not create the collage of words below, but I seriously do enjoy the idea behind the artist's creation.