Adult Children of Alcoholics Community Group
A Support Group for Adult Children of Alcoholics
okiyoe1
At the beginning of our lives we were, as very small children, totally dependent on our parents. And we believed, we HAD TO believe, that we were loved by them. Even when we were abused we couldn't realize this. Then, after 4 years, we grew up and couldn't avoid suffering from being rejected, hated and treated cruelly. But as dependent children we still could not afford to FEEL this suffering, we were too small to deal with these feelings, thus we had to repress our rage, indignation, and our deep disappointment into our bodies. When we become adult, these repressed feelings stemming from the cruel treatment of our parents may come to the surface, but they are still connected with the small child's fear of being punished for every sign of rebellion.
Should we as adults be treated in the same way as our parents treated us as children, many of us - especially if we have been through therapy - can become aware of the cruelty endured before. But the knowledge of the whole amount of cruelty can still rest repressed because the terror happened when we had not yet a name for it. For this reason we need what we call "the transference", hating for instance another person instead of our mother or father.
The transference is unavoidable if we were once abused children. It can also be highly confusing. But it can be liberating as well if we are ready to see it as a consequence of our early life. If we have summoned the courage to look our outraged, hateful YOUNG parents in the eyes, and to feel the fear of the small child we once were, then the misleading, confusing and defensive role of the transference disappears. We can then strive to feel the fear of the small baby, scared to death by the two big human beings holding our body and soul in their hands and doing or saying to us whatever they wanted, totally careless about our future, about what consequences their abuse might have on our lives. They acted like robots, directed by their own childhoods, unable of any kind of reflection whatsoever.
If we don't want to become like them we must strive to SEE them as exactly as possible. We can use in this way the transference as a means for discovering the feelings of the small child that we once were and to deepen our understanding for him or her. At this moment the transference becomes our guide that will enable the small child in us to BELIEVE what their body KNEW it's whole life but his mind could never believe: that so much evil and hatred can be directed towards a small, innocent child only because the parents have endured the same and have never questioned this.
Alice Miller
Should we as adults be treated in the same way as our parents treated us as children, many of us - especially if we have been through therapy - can become aware of the cruelty endured before. But the knowledge of the whole amount of cruelty can still rest repressed because the terror happened when we had not yet a name for it. For this reason we need what we call "the transference", hating for instance another person instead of our mother or father.
The transference is unavoidable if we were once abused children. It can also be highly confusing. But it can be liberating as well if we are ready to see it as a consequence of our early life. If we have summoned the courage to look our outraged, hateful YOUNG parents in the eyes, and to feel the fear of the small child we once were, then the misleading, confusing and defensive role of the transference disappears. We can then strive to feel the fear of the small baby, scared to death by the two big human beings holding our body and soul in their hands and doing or saying to us whatever they wanted, totally careless about our future, about what consequences their abuse might have on our lives. They acted like robots, directed by their own childhoods, unable of any kind of reflection whatsoever.
If we don't want to become like them we must strive to SEE them as exactly as possible. We can use in this way the transference as a means for discovering the feelings of the small child that we once were and to deepen our understanding for him or her. At this moment the transference becomes our guide that will enable the small child in us to BELIEVE what their body KNEW it's whole life but his mind could never believe: that so much evil and hatred can be directed towards a small, innocent child only because the parents have endured the same and have never questioned this.
Alice Miller
Billy
I know my parents never loved me and even as a young child I think this was painfully apparent... but God has always been with me and I survived. I was not sunk by my past... I have risen above it.
i like bd have stopped the abuse. i have never abused my children - EVER...almost to the point of them having no discipline but they are good kids and love their mama. i do however have a very bad temper meaning i raise my voice when i get angry. i do not hit and i do not call names but i have been so mad that i have had to walk away. it's been a total struggle but i will not be him and my children will not be me. i knew my grandparents and were close to them. my grandmother was the alcoholic but i sure don't remember the abuse. and isn't it funny that my father's brother grew up in the same home as he did and has never been abusive, has a big house, wonderful cars, raised 3 wonderful children but my father chose this for us so yes in a way i do not care if my father suffered the abuse either. he used to tell me when i was about 7 years old - i beat your mother and your brother because of you - we wouldn't be in this situation had you not been born. can you even imagine telling that to a child? it makes me so angry.
on the other hand....i was in a support group where someone mentioned empathy and compassion for her abuser...what???? this helped her in her forgiveness which is quite different then the forgetting of course. i started to really think about that. i can't imagine how my father feels...when he dies his wasted life - there will be no one mourning him, no one crying for him, no one burying him. what pain he must be in, how miserable his life knowing that he bestowed this pain and my brother and i...that he can't redo it, can't go back, the damage is done. that his loved ones who did care have passed on and no one notified him, he never had peace, never made peace and will die without peace.
but then again...he brought that on himself didn't he?
i toss the 2 opinions back and forth....
Billy