As I see it now, my childhood was non-stop mindfuck.
Of course I grew up in the Politically Correct 90’s, where physical abuse was replaced with emotional and verbal abuse…
That judges school in its own context, but the amount of time I was forced to spend there at the expense of nature exposure… I feel robbed, spiritually castrated…
I come to this site to try to get a sense of who I could have been had my childhood not been so structured.
I would use stockholm syndrome to describe how I internalized the chronic abuse of my captors (parents included)… By first grade I was addicted to authority figure praise and had no sense of self esteem among my peers…
And to skip over many years, by college I was a psychotic wreck AND THEN got all fucked up on anti depressants. Because despite being subconsciously angry at authority figures, I was broken and ran to that secretive priesthood that was supposed to fix my brain: medshrinks. A very evil good feeling, a false euphoria, followed by a painful drawn out crash.
Under the influence of those drugs, I was an obtuse toe stomper who made a lot of enemies and alienated lots of friends without knowing it… and got committed to a major that I could not keep up with once my legal speed (effexor to be exact) backfired.
And my fucking parents and counselors and professors were under the sway of “get your diploma and everything will be all right OR ELSE” so I was pressured financially and emotionally to stay in school… Until I reached my biological and spirtual limits and said FUCK YOU I QUIT 36 credits shy of a diploma.
Luckily I quit before I had taken out any loans.
And I have been going through med free therapy right now, and recovered.
I am getting ready to move out of the house (the same one I “grew up” in) despite a good deal on rent.
I am a long term memory guy, and the memories of how my parents (and their wetiko infected collaborators at school, sport, and work) conditioned me is too much. Plus, I am 24, but my dad cajoles me into “getting with the program” and being a successful producer/consumer unit that he can have a proper trophy son. Just like he did when I was seventeen and resisting the pressure to go to college right away after high school.
My dad represents an anti role model for me: whenever I recognize a part of my brain that works like his does (and there are many) i hate myself and hate him.
AND he won’t let me plant any food in the yard! Despite living out in the country where we could get away with an un-mowed yard.
It sickens me how much “successful” people obsess over appearances. This affected me on an interpersonal level: always worrying about my reputation to the point that I had no sense of self.
I fantasise about revenge all the time. I feel boxed in not only by personal foes, but impersonal ones too, like how its hard to find land to squat on or nature to commune with and not have to pay for it with slave’s wages.
I would love to a Henry David Thoreau style retreat, but that option is denied except in my imagination.
I am an agnostic who is awaiting advice from Gaia, about how to channel my rage in an effective way…
My mind is way too broken to make the coherent, long term effort required to constructively live with nature.
But it is fully loaded to destroy those forces that make rewilding difficult for those fortunate souls who are not as saturated with wetiko as I am.
But I do enjoy taking baby steps in a positive direction. I just got hired to work at the food coop, and am considering applying to work on a nearby organic farm.
And I rented a Wendell Berry book from the library, and invited my parents to read it and so gain a deeper understanding of my paradigms and spiritual premises that cause me to be so withdrawn from the world, economically and spiritually, to their dismay.
I am considering a geographical move if none of this works out… I hear Seattle and Portland are good places to find allies and teachers for this wierd drive I have to be a human.