We say we are loved and feel loved by our parents, and yet all they did to us filled us with suppressed childhood feelings – our childhood repression. So if it is true love, then why are we so fucked as adults, with all such problems stemming from our early childhood?
And so few of us want to consider this.
We grow up in loving families. Our mum and dad love us all they can. We feel loved by them and love our own families and our own children feel loved by us, and yet as adults we’re all full of repressed childhood feelings – our childhood repression. Which means something went wrong during our forming years – we weren’t loved as well or as much or as we needed to be loved. So why is this, and how did it happen? What’s really going on?
Why is it that we grow up feeling loved by our parents and yet as adults we’re full of problems, things going wrong within us and in our lives; and we’re unhappy, not feeling as loved as we’d like to feel? Why aren’t we as adults still full of that love, still feeling the joy of life? Why aren’t we still bursting out of ourselves wanting to throw ourselves into life knowing it will be great and will make us feel good? What went wrong, where did the changeover occur – if it did at all?
Surely if we were so completely loved we’d still be feeling the same way as adults. And even if life threw hardships at us , by being underpinned by such love, we’d be able to easily deal with them without them making us sick or making us feel bad.
And why with all the studies of psychology, all that’s known from people doing deep therapy, aren’t we looking at the truth of our relationships with our parents and seeing what’s really going on?
Why are we still missing the point? Why do we want to keep allowing it all to continue? Do we want to eternally feel bad? Or is it that the truth is just too terrible to even begin to contemplate?
But there’s no avoiding it, it just doesn’t add up. As adults we are all fucked up, all full of childhood repression, and yet we persist on declaring that we were loved by our parents and lived in loving families, yet look at what such ‘love’ has made us become and makes us feel. What’s so loving about it all? What great job of love was done to you, all to make you as an adult feel so bad?
We say we feel loved by our parents and families and that we love them, and yet we’re full of repressed childhood bad feelings that are causing all our problems in life. So where did all this childhood repression come from? Was it a result of all the ‘love’ we felt and had from our parents and family? It all sounds a bit weird if you ask me.
