I always turn around to look within myself in a kind of surprised state every time the topic of 'resiliency' comes up - no matter in what context. Perhaps this is mostly due to the fact that I survived what I really consider to be an unsurvivable childhood for 18 years from the moment I was born. The essence of my reaction is that I do NOT consider my survival to be due to anything I had any control over: I do not credit myself with my survival.
As I approach my 65th birthday on August 31st, when I look at myself in my adult life, if I try to think in terms of 'resiliency' I only end up in a puddle of confusion. I have NO idea what is meant by this term.
I think I must consider my survival mostly in terms of circumstances. Physiologically, being female was a profound advantage for me. Being white. Being smart. Having educated parents. Having a father with a professional degree. If this is true, then how do I think any deviation in these essential elements of my own survival-complex would have impacted me?
I had siblings. I was separated from them in space and time because of my mother's psychotic obsession from my birth that I was not human, but was, rather, the devil's child sent to kill her while I was being born (a difficult breech birth with complications) -- who also had the power to take her other children to the devil.
Long stories, our malevolent trauma histories. Yet here we are. What does THAT mean - exactly? How did I GET - HERE - TODAY? I continue to ask. Meanwhile, these are connecting thoughts to a blog post I wrote today:
Another Useful Concept in the Resiliency Debates? "Negative Capability"
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