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Now here’s an interesting post, etinkerbell’s cultural commentary on parenting of old and instruments of torture, called “on-beaters-wooden-spoons-belts-and-more.”
She got my attention by declaring, “I remember a comedian, who effectively summed up their psychological state saying that they have been the first generation to have been slapped both by their own parents and their children too.”
Right??? So true. I was just lamenting this lost and forgotten Generation X, mine, that kind of got caught in the crossfire when the world went mad and decided to suddenly “progress.”
I have the distinquished honor of having cared for both really dysfunctional elderly parents and rebellious kids, at the same time. Both of them quoting the Bill of Rights to me. I am chuckling here, but you go kids!
(I taught them Constitutional law and they didn’t even realize it. And I really am well pleased about that. I can’t tell you how many times they pleaded the The 15th Amendment which I of course, had to point out grants African American men the right to vote and is not actually related to your right to remain silent, a right I so wish you would just avail yourselves of……)
I also have the distinguished honor of having met the original concern trolls, both Adult Protective Services and Child Protective Services. You’ll have to forgive me my snarky tone, but it is just not a whole lot of fun to be the only functioning adult in any given impossible situation and to just have the entire system come up against you.
I once had a cop tell me I was a despicable character who didn’t care about her father, after having spent the morning in court having a judge tell me I was a despicable character for having tried to violate my father’s rights and get him off the street.
As to child abuse, believe it or not, I once drowned a cell phone in a cup of coffee. Who knew that could trigger a six month investigation into “destruction of personal property and unlawful imprisonment?” It really did, and thank God it actually also triggered a good belly laugh from a judge, once I finally got to court, months later.
So, while I myself managed to avoid falling prey too much physical abuse, I have been psychologically and emotionally chewed up, spit out, and re eaten a few times over. Yep, slapped around by both parents, children, and the system. The system is the worst of all because it is so irrational, because it frequently won’t listen, because it has its proceedures, rules, and red tape, that often have nothing to do with reason or common sense.
I once sat in court with a bunch of guys waiting their arraignment, just filled with envy, with regret, with resentment, thinking, dang if I had just actually slapped someone for real, been charged with an actual crime, I would have all these rights too, a free lawyer, and a system just tripping over itself to honor them. Instead I was always “a party, a victim, a witness,” a place of legal limbo where really all you have is the right to comply and wait patiently for the wheels of justice to come to a grinding halt.
So yeah, I kind of get the melancholy, the dreams of an imaginary time when the world, harsh as it was, still made a certain kind of sense, where the rules were simple, be reasonable or someone will punch you in the head and no one will come to your rescue.
Instead I kind of just got to be the poster child for other people’s unresolved issues around child abuse, mental health problems, the target of resentment about a culture that once failed to protect them. I assure you, I am chuckling in the midst of this great pity party, but it’s a true story. I have been the recipient of projection, the target of misplaced rage, the one who has heard more times than I can count, “You know what’s wrong with the world? You, and people like you. We will crush you, we will annihilate you, we will send you to anger management classes and parenting classes, we will see to it you are re educated and so molded, pounded, and “fixed,” we can now feel better about our own selves….
As to my own kids, I think we did pretty well given the madness of the world. If we erred, we often erred more on the side of permissiveness, on the side of gentleness, reason, and love.
And I do indeed have the scars to prove it.
Ken said:
Good girl ! A wake-up for those who are ignorant of what’s what.👍
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insanitybytes22 said:
LOL! Thanks. 🙂
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iamcurmudgeon said:
Really loved this one. I know only too well that having escaped dysfunction is an unmerited blessing. I was raised by a father who modeled fidelity and love by loving my mom, who suffered mightily from manic-depressive psychosis before lithium, and a mom who tried to love between manic and depressive episodes, though it was expressed as criticism. My wife and I raised our 3 daughters by the Bible, occasional judicious applications of the rod, and lot’s of being there for them. Almost had a brush with CPS over spanking, but an interesting story: When she was 10, my oldest daughter came to me in tears, begging me to spank her. “What for?” She had taken some money out of my wallet, and was not caught. After a week of feeling guilty about it, and being out of fellowship with us due to her sin, she confessed and wanted to be spanked to restore fellowship. So I did. She immediately relaxed and became sweet again. Repentance does that.
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insanitybytes22 said:
Thanks, Curm! That really is a great story about repentance. Don’t carry that burden of guilt around, just repent, tell God you’re sorry. He is full of mercy and grace and He already knows how we are anyway. It’s not like we can surprise Him.
Another good thing about repentance, once in a blue moon the Lord says, “that’s actually not you at all, you’re just carrying around things that aren’t even yours.”
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Doug said:
All the world is a stage…
I can’t judge your experiences nor your life. As an “aware” human I can lend my empathy and understanding and acknowledge that the road you walked has contributed to the person you are today… and has forged your ability to communicate to others quite well in this medium. Your angst is just, and your dedication to the almighty is your balance. I will assign you have an admirable courage for having run that emotional gauntlet.
By comparison to my own life.. well… I am completely opposite. In theory I shouldn’t, or can’t, even relate to your experiences. I am white.. that alone has given me an edge (apparently). I was adopted as a baby.. to a couple that without a doubt “wanted” a baby. We were not rich.. but a solid middle class. Dad worked, mom stayed home. Mother was very progressive for a Depression Era/Greatest Generation parent. I lived in an all white neighborhood, went to an all white school, all white high school. Grew up watching the civil rights movement through the window of what we call now white entitlement. We actually had a picket fence around the yard (and a lot of grass to cut). I paid for my own college.. so did my adopted (not bio) sister, 4 years younger. We were about as close to resembling the Cleavers as any white family could be.. less dad wearing the tie for dinner… and we ate at the kitchen table.
Here’s the point of this… as the shifting sands of social change often do, am I supposed to now be apologetic for.. just being white and therefore responsible for any historical white injustices, being a MALE white… being an “entitlement” white having had suffered little, if any, economic or social conflict… racial discrimination… social disparity… religious persecution? Life has been extraordinarily fair to me, even acknowledging the presence of the Almighty seems to have favored my outcomes in life. So.. do I go through my life wondering “Why me?” or do I say, “I AM me.”
Don’t get me wrong here… I blather all this not to minimize in any way what you posted.. but rather to present a social yin-yang.. what fate imposes on us. I’m a “protector” by nature.. the resultant nature vs. nurture has popped that into my behavior. No.. no where near control freak protector. But I do wish I had been there for you when it made a difference.. in some characterized capacity. This is the reason I’m not employed in any welfare system.
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insanitybytes22 said:
I appreciate that protective nature, Doug.
Ha! I suppose I too have had to reconcile with some survivors guilt, perhaps not quite white guilt, but “why me” guilt, bafflement that I survived, thrived, and others did not. The Lord has been so, so good to me, and at times I have felt bad about that, as if it wasn’t fair. And it isn’t fair, that’s why we call it “unmerited favor.”
The thing I’ve learned is that you can’t help others heal by becoming sick yourself, you can’t lift people out of poverty by becoming poor yourself, and so to offer others a hand up means you must have a “hand up” to offer them in the first place. Our culture is busy right now trying to shame that, trying to make “privilege” a crime, but that’s really not how you fix anything. Anybody, “whosoever,” really can step into the Lord’s favor and reap the privilege, too. It might wind up looking a bit more like the Adams Family than Leave it to Beaver, but it’s still all good. 🙂
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Doug said:
“Good” is a relative perception. (and my relatives are not all good)
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authorstephanieparkermckean said:
God bless you, Great Warrior. You are amazing…and really should run for President…except you’re too intelligent to put yourself into that bear trap.
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insanitybytes22 said:
Thank you, much appreciated 🙂
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lensdailydiary said:
Who said ” if you want to get on in life, the first thing you have to do is forgive your parents”. Different generations, different methods of dealing with life. My father left school at 13. The Second World War started when he was 15. He joined the merchant navy when he was 15, too young for army. He joined the army when he was 18. Posted to France and then after the war to Israel. Had 6 kids and spent the rest of his life drunk. I left school at 15 but somehow made a good living and never had to go to war. Four of my grandchildren have iPhones on their 13th birthday and generally get what ever they want. Life goes on.
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etinkerbell said:
I’m glad to have been the inspiration of such a beautiful piece. As far as I can read you are doing and did a great job. 👏👏👏
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soakedduck said:
Smacked by parents and children. Sadly your story is too ugly, too real and too common. I was blessed or lucky or both, because in this crazy world I’ve done alright. Minimal trauma. Then again, I could see it as minimal because God has given me eyes to see what is not seeable. There is an evil spirit at work in our families and communities. The evil spirit tells Grandpa you’re nothing, then Grandpa tells Dad you’re an idiot, then Dad believes he’s an idiot so he hits you. It’s the generational deterioration of families. No human organizes it, it’s just the ugliness of sin rearing it’s horned head. You miss lunch, your blood sugar drops, you snap at your child over nothing, because you are human; but your child has heard an evil message that he does not need to extend grace to anyone. Your child who was formed in your womb will have nothing to do with being disrespected by a momentary lapse in your parental judgment, so they retaliate your short words with a barrage of something worse. Why? Preconditioned by an evil force that works to pit all people against each other and against everything of God. The Bible names this evil force, Satan and he is the driving force behind the smacking no matter where it come from. We are not to waste our time wrestling against people who cannot help their sinful selves. We are to see, recognize and wrestle against principalities and powers who have strongholds in the spiritual realms. We are the only ones who can fight them, because we are the only ones who have Jesus. Love ya sister IB, keep up the good fight and the good writing!
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