CRYPTICLXVI
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The exsub was one continuous minefield. You cannot help anyone to walk through their minefield, to disarm their tripwires if they are not willing to go through it and then let go. It is one thing to recognize what the tripwires/minefields are but if it has become such an integral part of their personality, no amount of strength, consistency, understanding will help. That is the hardest part, watching someone state over and over how they have gone through all of this, how they have forgiven all the transgressions done upon them and recognize after time that the same shit is picked up, examined, stared at, presented over and over. It goes from an understanding to an obsession... identity which is held onto tightly, cloaking everything within, coloring everything with "martyr". The only difference is that the early Christian martyrs only had to die once but in this type of emotional torture, you get to watch the other person die over and over... I know that there is some shit that I personally have never dealt with, the primary one was the juncture when my father died. That single incident colored many aspects of my development and errors in judgment as an adult. But it has gone from an angst ridden banshee howling through my soul to a rarely heard, dull whisper. Though it is still one of the only things which can still shake me to my core and actually bring tears. I am no longer self-destructive, hellbent on a nihilistic path... but I recognize where it has tempered my sense of self, where it has held me back and where it is still an open wound at times. This is different than being with someone who not only relives past episodes of abuse and pain but also continues to dwell upon them and actually recreates their personal narrative in such a way that members of her own family who were there do not even recognize her past. To point to others and state that they are not dealing with the damage, the pain, the abuse... and coming to realize that perhaps the only single factor that ties it all together is her own creation of pain. Not that I would know a good gaddamn about anything I just typed... ignore me, I am sitting in the corner with the squirrel on this one.
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