Food has been the cause of deep wounding from which I am still recovering. I have suffered from a different kind of food trauma. But it is not uncommon.
And it had nothing to do with poverty, being in a war-zone, or being a victim of famine or flood.
It was because of the meanness of the people who I thought were family. I was excluded, rejected and denied from partaking in this basic kinship behavior - sharing of the food available.
Not being included and have to surreptitiously look on while the family was eating or know that food was hidden from you is devastating. Particularly, if you are already coping with your mother's death and father's abuse.
It was humiliating to be willfully sidelined. This food trauma has colored my entire adult life. The feeling that you were not good enough, to be part of the breaking of bread. For years I felt I was unworthy, I did not belong - the outcast.
Food Trauma and Meanness
As a child when you watch your cousins eat while you are not included in partaking of the food. Or to know that your grandmother has deliberately hidden a food item so as to give it to her daughter (my aunt). The pain of exclusion cuts deeply within your core. Furthermore, these were not one-time stray events, they were regular and intentional.
A denial of your feelings, not including you, not considering you human. The message was - you are not one of us.
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