In first grade I was convicted and sentenced by a jury of my peers. I wasn’t aware I had committed a crime until after sentence was passed. My jurors met in secret to pass judgement. They refused to hear my side of the story. I was tried. Condemned. Sentenced. Punished. Exiled.
I was devastated. I still remember the utter shock – panic – and how I begged them to hear my side.
Probably why I have always tried so hard to make people like me. Why it is so important to make my side known – not just known but understood. Why it is SO IMPORTANT to know what is going on. Why it is so important to be the “good girl.” And why I NEED to feel included.
Knowing this about myself should make it easier to change my actions and reactions. Doesn’t help in the panic of the initial “attack.” Regardless of the intent, it is always an attack.
When decisions are made around me and about me then dropped in my lap, it is an instant replay of first grade. This happens quite often here, and one coping mechanism is to withdraw until it is “safe” to come back out.
Maybe this is too much sharing, but again it is part of my “need to make my side known.”