A story of Incest and one of its after effects
Incest and one of the after effects
If my story was a piece of fiction and I read it somewhere I would say that the plot was unbelievable.
But this is not a piece of fiction it is the story of how I came into the world. Then against the odds survived my first unwashed and unloved year on this planet. This is not a tale written to elicit pity.
I am writing this to show how some good can come from evil. How a waste product or an after effect that almost no one wanted can go on to be productive and happy.
My Lovely Mam and Dad
Unloved and Unwanted
I started off unloved and unwanted. I was born in 1946 and my mother was only twelve and a half years old when she had me.
My father sexually abused my mother, and I was the result of this abuse.
My father and my mother's father are the same. This makes for some weird relationships.
My mother also my stepsister.
My grandmother also my stepmother.
My father also my grandfather.
What a mess.
Not a Welcome Addition to the Family
As you can imagine I was not a welcome addition to the family. My adopted mum told me that my father sent to prison for what he did. He was not allowed to return home until I was no longer there.
My mother at twelve and a half years of age was only a child herself.
My mother was too young to care for me, and my grandmother couldn't bear the sight of me. In my grandmother's eyes I suppose I was the one to blame for this situation.
After all, it was my existence that brought this dark secret into the open. Along with the revelation came the consequences. Which was I suppose, in my stepmother/grandmother's eyes, why her husband was in prison.
The first eleven months of my life
I spent the first eleven months of my life mostly unattended. Just lying on my back in a pram in the hallway of the small terraced house.
When my adoptive parents took me home for the first time, I was dirty, malnourished and covered in sores.
The sores were from where I had lain in my wet dirty nappies in the soiled pram.
I had a bald spot on the back of my head where my hair had rubbed off from always being on the pillow.
I had weeping sores from my heels to my shoulder blades. My mum originally thought that I had dark curly hair. But when she washed she found out that my hair was in fact blond and straight.
Unwanted, Hated, Rejected and Unloved
I was unwanted, hated, rejected and unloved, even before I took my first breath. After I was born I was also uncared for and neglected and it didn't get better it got worse.
At twelve months old I couldn't stand up never mind walk. I had wasted little legs, which I had never even stood on.
No one had lifted me out of my pram to play with me and no one wanted to give me cuddles.
They gave me the least attention that they could get away with giving me.
My own two children could both walk at ten months. When my adoptive parents took me home with them I was 13 months old. Here I was at thirteen months old unable to stand on my own never mind walk.
I was not only a mess physically, but I was damaged in every other area too.
From the neglect I learned that crying for attention only got me negative attention. So I didn't cry any more.
I learned that whenever I did get picked up, it was never a particularly pleasant experience. So I didn't like being picked up.
The earliest photograph of me
She’s bad blood she’ll bring nothing but trouble
I was not the ideal baby that people long for. I wasn't a cuddly cheerful happy baby, and I didn't give my new parents lots of love back.
I also brought trouble into my new family. My dad's step- mother said I was bad blood and would bring nothing but trouble.
I was not only bad blood and trouble but they would not accept me as a member of the family.
My mum and dad later had a son of their own. My brother was the first grandchild born in the family. Of course the grand-parents sent a Christmas present down for their new grandson.
But of course they did not send one for me, after all I was not part of the family.
My mum God bless her sent the present back, saying you send presents for both or for neither.
So at the age of three and a half I was begrudgingly accepted into my dad's family. This was only because they wanted my brother more than they didn't want me.
All these things shaped my personality and perceptions. Every thing that happened to me I experienced through the filter of these experiences.
This resulted in me having no self- esteem, I always saw myself in a poor light. I was full of fear, especially in the area of other people's opinions.
I had huge feelings of inferiority and inadequacy. I was overwhelmed most of the time by my feelings of insecurity.
Life was a battle nearly all the time, but it was a battle that never showed on the surface.
I became anxious in almost every situation. I was pitifully eager to please, and even the slightest things could damage me.
I damaged so easily that imagined things were just as harmful to me as real things.
For example if I thought someone was talking about me that was enough. Someone didn't have to actually talk about me, I just had to think they were.
Imagined or real the damage unfortunately is the same.
So how did I change? Change from being a hurt, rejected and unwanted person. A person full of insecurities and low self esteem.
How did I change from a person that was self conscious, anxious and feelings of inadequacy? Someone with an inferiority complex that were it an Olympic sport I would have been a gold medal holder.
I wish I could now detail a five point plan to follow for which I could take the credit showing how I overcame but I cannot. I had tried everything I knew to try and it made no difference.
I left school at fifteen poorly educated. But I had a hunger for knowledge and a passion for reading. Slowly I got the education that I thought would help me overcome some of these problems.
I earned B.A.hons degree in Psychology. After my degree I could trace things back and see how I got to be the person I was.
I discovered the causes of most of my problems but knowing the how and why didn’t change a thing.
I also took some Clinical Theology Courses and I watched others transformed. But still I stayed the same.
Re boot and restore manufactures default
So at thirty five I was still as messed up as ever so what happened to change all that?
Now is the time to bail out if you don’t want to hear about God's part in all this. How he rebooted my system and restored the manufactures default settings.
I had been a church goer most of my life. But, up until this encounter with God it had only made things worse.
Worse because on top of everything else I never managed to live up to how I thought a Christian should live. So I just added a big portion of guilt and failure to my already struggling life.
What follows is an incident that changed my life. An incident in which God showed me that I was not unwanted, unloved or unacceptable to Him.
I am not trying to sell you the Christian way of life or change your views. I am just sharing with you an incident that turned my life around and changed everything.
I had gone to see my minister over some problem I was having, what that problem was I now can't remember. But as I was being prayed with, the minister said that God was showing her that I was angry.
I didn't feel angry. Back then I didn't feel much at all most of the time. I had in fact built up a protective wall around myself and for much of the time I was emotionally numb.
Where emotions were concerned I was pretty much a flat liner. So what the minister was saying to me didn't make much sense to me at all.
The more we prayed the more the minister kept saying that all God was showing her was this deep seated anger in me.
By now I was getting pretty irritated with this, but still I didn't feel that the minister was right.
So I asked the minister a question. The question was more to shut her up and to get her to move on to something else.
I said "OK, if I am angry then ask God who or what I am angry at."
The answer that came back to this question was the last thing I was expecting or would have thought of.
The minister said that I was angry with God. I thought she was so far off the plot that she had left the planet.
Just as I was about to tell her this, I heard this awful mournful sound and it was coming up from deep inside of me.
I think I was more surprised than the minister was at this. From deep within there was a mixture of rage, anger, despair, rejection and loneliness.
All coming out in the form of this deep wailing noise. As it came up I could see myself as a tiny baby, in a pram in the hallway of a house.
I was alone, left unattended in the pram lying in my soiled nappy, and soiled bedding.
I was smelly, dirty, hungry and neglected; my flesh covered in sores from lying in my own mess.
I knew about this because my mum had told me about it once years ago. But being the emotional cripple that I was. I was not moved at all by it back then.
But as I saw this and I mean really saw this for the first time, I began to rage at God. If you are a God of love how could you let me be born like this.
How could you leave me all alone crying and ignored. How can you say you love me, and yet let this happen to me?
On and on I went until all this anger and rage that had been pent up inside of me was out. I had pushed it all down inside and hid it from everyone including me.
I called God everything unpleasant I could think of. I blamed him for everything bad that had happened to me.
I only finished my tirade when all my anger had at last spewed out of me.
But, God ever gracious just somehow took me back again to that small baby lying neglected in the pram.
This time though I saw that I wasn't alone, and I never had been. No matter how I felt at the time, the reality was that I had not been alone.
This time I saw that I was in the centre of God's love and compassion. Every hurt, every rejection, every piece of neglect that I suffered, God was right there.
God somehow showed me; that He took what was happening to me, personally.
When I say He took it personally I mean really personally. It wasn't like it was done to Him. God showed me that it was done to Him.
When they neglected me, they neglected Him, and when they didn't love me, they didn't love Him.
God hadn't abandoned me, but had stayed with me throughout it all and He not only wept with me He wept for me.
God actually felt every part of my pain and my rejection because it was His pain and rejection too.
I know this was not just some fanciful thing that my own mind conjured up; I know that it was God who showed me this.
When I read this passage of scripture some time after this experience it brought me to tears. I then not only had this experience which told me this is so; I also had God's word in which He told me the same thing..
Matthew 25:42-45 (Living Bible)
42 For I was hungry and you wouldn't feed me; thirsty, and you wouldn't give me anything to drink;
43 a stranger, and you refused me hospitality; naked, and you wouldn't clothe me; sick, and in prison, and you didn't visit me.'
44 "Then they will reply, 'Lord, when did we ever see you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or naked or sick or in prison, and not help you?'
45 "And I will answer, 'When you refused to help the least of these my brothers, you were refusing help to me.
Even after suffering that barrage of verbal abuse from me, God didn't get offended and touchy with me.
My loving heavenly Father, didn't respond to the injustice of my accusations and assumptions. Instead He treated me with patience, gentleness and loving-kindness.
My God wonderfully healed wounds that I didn't even know that I was carrying at that time.
In that moment He showed me contrary to everything that I felt, everything that others had said to me, it was not so.
I was wanted because He wanted me, and I was loved because He loved me. I was acceptable because He accepted me.
He showed me all this and I saw it. Then I knew all that He had shown me was true and I knew it in my knower not in my head.
It was as simple as that. For the first time I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that I was loved and accepted. I also knew that I didn’t have to do anything to get God's love and acceptance nor did I have to do anything to keep it.
This knowledge destroyed all those negative things and I was miraculously set free.
As I write this I am aware that I have let some of these things creep back in. They nestle just below the surface waiting to pull me down. But thank God, just the retelling of this has released me once again.