Elisabeth Corey writes so honestly on her Beating Trauma blog. I'm a huge fan of her writing and advocacy work. This piece, in particular, is amazing. She writes about adult relationships and how they have been impacted deeply and consistently by ACEs in childhood. We know what we have lived. Unlearning and learning new and different things takes time and work. And it helps, that parents like Elisabeth share as they learn. We all benefit from that sharing. Many of us are learning how to love ourselves better, how to love others better and of course makes us much better able to love, guide and lead our own kids. We are trying to learn and live and know different definitions of love and relating. And it takes time. Her essay is below.
Please note: If you write or read essays or blog posts you feel would speak to those of us Parenting with ACEs, please share them. Post a blog directly or send it to me so I can share or link to the work or show you how to do so. Your words, experiences, and insights are not just welcome - they are necessary.
When I have truly fallen for someone, they have always been unavailable. By unavailable, I mean they were either involved in a relationship or healing from a previous relationship. I was an afterthought. I was someone to pass the time with. I was the person who would get them from one real relationship to another. But I was never going to be that real relationship for them. I was never important enough to them. And the most significant problem was I didn’t know this. I would tell myself they would focus on me soon. I would tell myself they were going to leave that other relationship anytime and make me the priority. I would tell myself things would get better.
But that was never going to happen. In those few cases where someone decided to make me the primary partner, I lost interest pretty quickly. Deep down inside, I knew something must be wrong with them if they picked me. I wasn’t good enough to be the priority. I knew it without a doubt. And in reality, these people did hold a tremendous amount of pain. Their pain rivaled mine as it does in relationship. They were addicted to something and it wasn’t me. And I was addicted to the running, the busy, the people-pleasing, whatever it took to distract from the lack of connection I felt.
Read Elisabeth's full blog post.
Comments (1)