“another story of order and obedience which really only applied to men in uniform or government officials. “
I think my ‘regimented’ boarding school years (in a school mostly designed for the daughters of those ‘men in uniform’) gave me many such stories/parcels to carry and unwrap.
A few days ago I stopped to open some parcels as I saw myself spiraling down racing through resentment from judgement and as anger started to rise, (as I began to judge the former two), I started to write, in order to see it.
I opened my father's don't, don't don't, and my mother's do do do's and asked if I was ever seen or heard for anything other than what I could or couldn't do! The control, fear (father) and the criticism, 'helpful advice', you should's(mother). Leading to total confusion.
You describe the triggering well. And writing in order to see it is exactly what am talking about here. Thank you for bringing this confusion to light.
Thank you Alison
This gave me a jolt:
“another story of order and obedience which really only applied to men in uniform or government officials. “
I think my ‘regimented’ boarding school years (in a school mostly designed for the daughters of those ‘men in uniform’) gave me many such stories/parcels to carry and unwrap.
Yes, I feel this!
Thank you for sharing your story Alison.
A few days ago I stopped to open some parcels as I saw myself spiraling down racing through resentment from judgement and as anger started to rise, (as I began to judge the former two), I started to write, in order to see it.
I opened my father's don't, don't don't, and my mother's do do do's and asked if I was ever seen or heard for anything other than what I could or couldn't do! The control, fear (father) and the criticism, 'helpful advice', you should's(mother). Leading to total confusion.
Oooh Jo! I deeply recognise that confusion (and probably the parcel!)
You describe the triggering well. And writing in order to see it is exactly what am talking about here. Thank you for bringing this confusion to light.