Yesterday evening we went to group and spoke about a flashback that has been revisiting us since we’ve been sick. For whatever reason, ever since we’ve been ill, some of us have been having flashbacks of old abuse memories that are apparently still very unresolved and not healed in the manner needed.
Even though I was ‘around,’ it wasn’t me who talked about the information pertaining to the memory. I’m frankly not sure who it was; yes, L.J. was there, but these days there is a growing awareness that there are other kids besides her fronting. We are trying to give credit and space where due, particularly since admittedly, L.J. is highly revered around here and she is the automatic default for any remote hint of it being her. Or as often is the case, it begins as her and others chime in while L.J. flows in and out closer to the front and back and then L.J. usually ends whatever is going on. This isn’t an exact science and it doesn’t always happen exactly as described– it’s just a general description of what seems to be happening.
So, yes, to the topic at hand, though I’d much prefer to not write about it, and yet, oddly, I’m the one writing it. It’s not my memory, and yet the inkling of a tiny aspect of me