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“They say that abandonment is a wound that never heals. I say only that an abandoned child never forgets.” ~Mario Balotelli
Loss is never an easy experience. However, it is a part of life, so we need to accept it and find ways to cope with it in order to keep moving forward.
Whether someone dies or chooses to end a relationship, loss hurts and can leave us feeling abandoned and potentially leave deep wounds and scars.
I recently read something that suggested abandonment is a type of trauma, and it can cause symptoms similar to PTSD when the abandonment issues from our past are triggered in the present. When those emotions are triggered, we go into fight-or-flight mode.
I experienced a great deal of loss early in my life, and it created issues around abandonment, trust, and insecurity. Although most of the loss was through the passing of loved ones, I also experienced abandonment as a child and young adult from people close to me, who were alive and well and a significant part of my life.
It began when I was only seven and my mom discovered she had a brain tumor. She passed away when I was ten. My dad was never honest with me about how seriously ill she was and the fact that most likely she was going to die. I was always told that mommy was going to be okay.
Even though I know now that he was trying to protect me, it was the start of many repeating patterns in my life. Patterns of loss, abandonment, and deception.
Was anyone ever going to be honest with me? Was anyone ever going to genuinely love me and stick around?
I lost many other family members between the ages of ten and twenty-four, culminating with my dad. Our relationship had become strained over the years after my mom passed, mainly because his new wife, who he’d brought into our lives shortly after my mom’s death, seemed to have little compassion for a young girl who had lost her mother.
She and her daughter became the new priorities in my dad’s life. I felt abandoned at a young age by the one man who I believed would be there for me after losing my mom.
As I progressed into my teenage years and early twenties, I was looking for love and security anywhere I could find it.
When I did find it, I tried to hold on way too tightly, so tightly that I often lost what I had.
After my teenage years, I continued looking for love, for security, and for someone who would be open and honest with me; someone I could trust 100 percent. I wanted someone who would put me first. I was looking for someone who would finally prove to me that I was lovable and worth fighting and sticking around for.
Over and over again, I looked outside of myself instead of learning how to find the love and security I so desperately wanted within myself.
I have been in various relationships since the age of sixteen, starting with a seven-year relationship that felt like another huge loss when it ended. Not only did I lose him, but also his family, which had become a surrogate for my own. There were a few short-term relationships after that, then I got married at twenty-seven after dating someone for two years. We separated five years ago, officially divorced three years ago, and after that I went into another relationship.
All the loss and deception I experienced early on in life has created various fears, fears I now know I’ve created. A fear of being alone (which is why I’ve gone from relationship to relationship), a fear of not being enough, a fear that someone is going to leave me again in some way, a fear that people are not going to be honest with me.
We all have our own experiences in life and our own stories. The important thing is what we do with them. Do we take them and learn from them, or do we take any gut-wrenching experiences we’ve been through and play the victim, wanting others to feel sorry for us?
I will admit, I did play the victim for many years and I wanted anyone and everyone to feel sorry for me. Many people told me that I was a strong person despite everything I had been through, but it took me many years to see that for myself. At one point when I was younger, I did see it, but then it got buried for quite a long time; however, I am now slowly finding it once again.
I’ve been taking a deeper look at my life and the things I’ve been through, specifically when it comes to love and relationships.
I’ve come to realize that I have attracted the same type of man many times. I believe this is based on the initial abandonment by my father who couldn’t seem to be emotionally available for a young girl who had lost her mother, and instead dove right into something new in order to not have to truly face it himself.
How to Heal a Broken Heart: Transforming Breakdowns into Breakthroughs
By Marvin Scholz