A Precious Gift

in #life6 years ago (edited)

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"You and I share a precious gift: the ability to see our own flaws, and so forgive others theirs." Marian Victoria Moulton, writing to her granddaughter (me).

"You and I share a precious gift: the ability to see our own flaws, and so forgive others theirs."

Looking through my old journals today, these words caught my eye and my heart. They were written to 14-year-old me by my paternal grandmother. Gran Moulton: a lady with laughter like birdsong; a formidable matriarch; a lady who told me I should "never trust a woman with thin lips!" (I'm pretty sure she was dissing my Mum here - they did not get along and often 'warned' me about each other!)

As I read these words, I heard her musical voice repeating a piece of advice she used to give me regularly: "Everyone has a devil on their right shoulder and an angel on the left," she used to say, patting me firmly to imprint the message. "Listen to the voice from the left side, not the voice from the right." I don't recall ever having a conversation with her about just how loud that little devil was and how hard it was to hear its angelic counterpart above the din, but by the time this photo was taken, it had gotten so bad that I needed professional help to deal with it:

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Seen here in my mid-twenties, I was not a happy camper. A lifetime of conflict and turmoil had led to risk-taking, self-harm, foster care and an early departure from the familial nest at 16 - straight into the arms of an abuser twice my age.

Burying the subsequent abuse I endured deep in denial led to a downhill spiral into an ever more difficult and existence. Dissociation was robbing me of my sense of reality. I was floundering, seeking answers, confused by and scared of my own destructive behaviour. Life was peppered with self-hatred and self-sabotage, leading to wildly fluctuating feelings and events over which I seemed to have little control.

In desperation I had finally reached out and was participating in therapy with a clinical psychologist - I told her that the only thing keeping me here was my music and the little family of rescue cats who depended on me. Plagued frequently by suicidal imagery, feelings and thoughts, I was exhausted. Battling onwards but on the verge of collapse, creativity and my animal companions keeping me going on the sputtering fumes of sheer willpower.

I have recently realised that my troubles were the direct results of what I believe would now be diagnosed as cPTSD and Disorganised Attachment Disorder. Discharged from psychotherapy after 3 years of drug-free, talk-based treatment, I continued to wrestle with these undiagnosed conditions. In the years between that and this, have successfully healed from many destructive patterns without professional assistance.

(For the record, I do not resonate with 'boxes', 'labelling' and diagnoses, but it helps to have a frame of reference when describing our human experiences, especially in relation to others. Using these descriptions - which match closely my past experiences and subsequent behavioural patterning - makes it easier for me to reach out to others who have lived through similar experiences, and also, frankly, makes it somewhat easier to process and make sense of them in my own heart and mind).

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When I visited her as a twenty-something, I remember vividly that my Gran saw the same thing in me then as she always did - the brash, defiant exterior and the underlying vulnerability, humility and honesty, all of which I know that she resonated with. She lit up when I entered the room, hugged me with love and warmth, and 'grandmothered' me like a professional. She had a way of making me feel valued and special but keeping me grounded and humble at the same time. I felt safe with her and I knew that she saw me for who I truly was, deep inside. I never felt pandered to, patronised or objectified. And her guidance felt loving, even when it was critical.

Any number of people might vigorously challenge her assertion that we were both well aware of our own flaws (and given to understanding those of others accordingly) but those people would be missing a comprehension of who she was or what she meant by those words. This was easily done if you focused on her outer demeanour and didn't take the time to connect with her inner intent - the kind, generous and loving soul beneath the tough-girl exterior.

Marian Moulton was a very opinionated lady, strong, with a tendency to bluntness, and extremely self-assured. She could also be arrogant and overbearing when it came to subjects she felt she knew better than the subject of her derision. During her lifetime she tried pretty much every religion in the spectrum in her search for a denomination that matched her own particular brand of spirituality and her personal interpretation of scripture. Many churches were left in a wake of roastings and fall-outs! A frequent guest speaker at various organisations and once interviewed on BBC Radio Manchester (I wish I had a recording!), she was an articulate and engaging speaker, intelligent, capable, but not always the most loveable of women.

My father tells me that he and my soft-hearted Grandad endured some harrowing experiences due to her more extreme behaviours and I don't doubt for a second that he's telling the truth. I can see it. I can feel it. I can relate to it. Some of the ways her troubled past expressed itself are alien to me, it's true, but there are also aspects of her story that I can identify with, and of course, just like every other human being raised by our troubled society, she had her reasons, as apparently inexcusable as their expression may on occasion have been.

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Her 'Mother-in-Law from Hell' relationship with my mother remained uncomfortable to the end. After a seriously rocky start, Gran had come to begrudgingly and then more genuinely soften towards Mum, but this was never reciprocated. In later life, Gran even defended my Mum on occasion when I complained about her domineering, controlling and harsh ways of interacting with me. Perhaps she admired her tenacity in steadfastly standing up to her where so many others capitulated. Both were working-class girls who 'married above their station', and Gran initially tried to stop my parents dating, declaring my Mum 'not good enough' - the same exact pattern she herself had been subjected to when she met my Grandad. As far as I know, Mum was never able to forgive Gran for this early resounding rejection and, ironically, for her heavy-handed treatment of my Dad as a child and teenager. This does not surprise me - Mum was not given to forgiveness, as amply illustrated by the fact that she never once approached me or my Dad to make up or apologise after any of the frequent rows in our household.

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But to me, in the end, whatever anyone else felt or thought about her, Gran was always my Gran: a beacon of light, cheering me on, willing me to succeed, shining with joy every time we saw each other. She still is, in fact. She's right here in my heart, probably standing at my shoulder as I type these words. If the shoulder-angel job was up for grabs, I reckon she'd be first in line for the task, unless she had somebody needier to attend to. No matter her fondness for me as a child, it was always the less fortunate children she knitted endless toys for, and although that put a lot of noses out of joint, mine was never one of them. For all her 'faults', she had a lot of love to give, and that sparkle in her eyes, that laugh of hers, were a wonder. I always felt truly seen and heard by her. I that trust she felt the same about me.

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After Gran died, I was given a little bundle of my letters to her which she'd saved (as I had hers). In the margins of one - she was a serial margin-note-writer! - she'd written' "I really worry about our Julie. She never seems to be able to STICK to anything." At the time, I must admit, I was a little hurt and saddened. Now I understand exactly what she meant, and she was absolutely right to be concerned. It's an issue I've been addressing for some time now, with some very encouraging successes. 16 years of devoted, dedicated mothering. A 14-year relationship. 10 years as an artist, relentlessly practising and developing my craft despite the lack of significant external recognition. And always my allegiance to my non-human companions. Like many of my challenges, it's a work in progress, but it's an area I've taken huge strides in since Gran scribbled those notes next to my handwriting. I think she'd be proud of me. I feel that she is.

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Pain travels through families until someone is willing to HEAL it. Never truer words were said. I'm as far from perfect as I ever was, but as willing to admit it, too. So Here I Stand, with my "precious gift", wondering just how far it extends...


I hope you've enjoyed this post. As an independent, self-financing creative, and radically unschooling Mama, your support, kind-ness, and appreciation of my always-original content are most welcome! Please feel free to comment, upvote, Resteem or otherwise share this post if you feel called to do so.

With love,

Jay x


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You have come a long way on your journey! BRAVO! I know that your grandma would be proud!

THANK YOU, Melinda! 💖💖💖

What a touching post and you are so brave to put it out there. You might want to consider joining @steemitmamas. There are a lot of us mamas over there with support and love for you.

That last photo will be staying in my heart.

@fitinfun, thank you so much for this lovely comment - it's really made me happy reading your words. I'm following over at @steemitmamas now. Thank you for pointing me in their direction! xx

I'm so glad to hear you followed. Their discord group is a good place if you are in there. It have joined a lots of discord groups and this is one of the best.

Hi jaytaylor,

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Wow, thank you, @curie! I'm pretty sure this is the most support I have ever received for a post here on Steemit, which is really encouraging to me as I am quite new to speaking out publically about the challenges I've faced in my life. I have no idea how many voters actually read this post, but I'm going to imagine that it was a lot of them and that a lot of them resonated with it and were maybe even encouraged by it in some way that will be helpful. That notion makes me happy. I am very thankful for your endorsement <3

Grandparents are very wise they always have the words indicated for their children, grandchildren friends or acquaintances, they have a natural talent to support and encourage all those who need them.

Your personal story has touched my heart, it is one of the deepest essays I've read so far in Steemit, I appreciate your courage to publish something so personal for you, it was a very charming story that caught me from the beginning, I also loved the old photographs that you showed us throughout your post..

I am sure that your grandmother is with you in these moments taking care of you and guiding you day by day. You shared a wonderful post, a big hug for you @jaytaylor

You grandma was a wise woman. Her words are full of life experience and wisdom. We all have some issues within our families and I'm sorry to hear that you grandma and your mom were not able to have a relationship full of love.

It looks like you went through some turbulent times in your life. I hope that you will better and your life is on track now. I have heard that artists use their art as a form of self-therapy. So I'm sure that this is helping you.

I hope that your grandma is on your left side and that you listen to her advises carefully :) I've never heard of evil being on the right and angel being on the left side. I really like that :)

Thank you for sharing such a personal post. It's been an honor to get some insights from your life.

Have a good start of the week!

@delishtreats, thank you so much for your wonderful, encouraging comments. I'm still nervous about sharing such personal information, and like every other family which has a 'troubled past', there are others who would rather I did not. it's a pretty textbook case of scapegoating - blame the child for the problems of the parent and we all have an excuse to look away and get on with our lives, you know? But right now, it feels like a vital part of my healing process to speak out about how that dynamic (and my often-unloving mother) affected me and I am determined to honour that, as uncomfortable as it may be. Keeping it under wraps is a part of the problem - part of the dysfunctional pattern that leads to cPTSD, BPD and so forth. Hearing back from people who resonate with what I write is so uplifting and inspiring, so thank you for reaching out. It makes such a difference and gives me the confidence to keep going even though it feels strange and very vulnerable.

And you are absolutely right - art is an amazing healing tool. It's one I use daily. It really does help!

When I was a child I was also blamed for problems of my parents. They simply couldn't make themselves happy and made everyone around them feel guilty for it. Up until today I don't have a normal relationship with my parents so I understand family problems very well :)

I left my hometown as soon as I could. I live far away from both of them and I decide when I want to see them. It sounds harsh but I can't imagine living closer to them. I do enjoy visiting each of them but 2 weeks is max time I can spend around. This keeps me sane :)

Kudos to you for being able to write about your private life. I will be reading your posts more often ;)

Thank you, @delishtreats - I know I'm far from the only one who grew up bearing the brunt of all kinds of dysfunctional behaviour and it's really for that exact reason that I'm opening up and talking about my experiences now as part of my own healing process. First of all, it's really helpful to hear from others like yourself who resonate with my story; and maybe most of all, there's the chance that it might help someone. I don't know how it's going to happen, but I feel really guided to reach out and start making the connections necessary to impact those living with the effects of the unhealthy ways our society teaches us to communicate with each other. If I could help just one child not to endure such things, or suffer alone with their pain, it would make my own experiences worthwhile. If I could touch more people and really make a tangible difference, I would be overjoyed. It's madness the way it is right now, with the world turning parents and children against each other. Thank you so much for stopping by and writing so frankly to me. Kudos right back to you! Jay xx

This is a beautifully written piece of family history. It's great to find value on the experiences of others and on the bits of advice they transmit. Congrats on the Curie upvote!

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Thank you, Zoe - I'd be delighted to be a part of the Author Showcase in whatever way you see fit. Looking forward to seeing it! <3 Jay x

The childhood is the time that forms our personality and us, depending on who do we have around us and their wisdom we are taking. People say the character of person is forming till 6 years, after that it difficult to change. I can understand you completely when you are talking about your Gran, I remember my telling me the same "Everyone has a devil on their right shoulder and an angel on the left," that is funny and probably that was the older generation. I always loved all strange and funny stories and actually I enjoyed them much more then books and television. I believe our grandparent do know us better and can even feel what we feel inside, our world. I really appreciate for this wonderful post and sharing your personal story with your old photographs. Love the photographs, you had very lovely Gran and I like the picture of that little girl who really loves her mother :)

Thank you for taking the time to read this post and to leave this lovely and supportive comment, Stef. I appreciate both. I think because it's not directly our grandparents' job to civilise us, they are often able to have a more relaxed relationship with us, sparing most of the criticism for our parents' attempts to do so, usually!

I loved my Gran very much. She was a good influence on me in many ways, and as a little girl, the fact that she and my Mum didn't get along was actually a great thing for me, as it meant I could go to her for comfort and confide in her about what was going on at home. As a child, I was torn between a desperate need to do the right thing so that my mother would love me as much as I loved her; and the desire to suffocate her in her sleep to put an end to her frequent meanness. It was very confusing! The 'demon on my right shoulder' sounds remarkably like the hyper-critical (and often vicious) voice of my mother, in all honesty. It's been a battle at times to keep her quiet as I mothered my own child, but happily, she's only sneaked out once or twice in 16 years - not bad considering how busy she is in my mind! I am very grateful to have found tools whilst pregnant that were invaluable in helping me to relate to my own child well and treat Raven very differently than I was treated. These are the kind of things I want to begin to share with others, along with the anecdotes and photographs. It is helpful to write and share in reprogramming the faulty patterns I took on board as a small child. This is my current focus. It feels really important right now, part of my healing process which I hope and trust will help others, too. Thank you again for stopping by. Sending you hugs, fellow angel-devil-grandchild! Jay <3

Thanks for your beautiful post, highlighting the importance of family to our lives. Your grandmother is definitely with you, on your left shoulder, because the love of those who are no longer with us remains in our hearts. I'm sure she's proud of you!

Well, thank you for this lovely comment, Leilanya <3 I never felt that my grandmother left my side, honestly. I feel her whenever I remember to 'look' for her. That bond between grandparent and grandchild can be such a boon, especially when parental relationships are strained. I find that closeness often skips a generation, particularly where there is conflict in the home. I always felt accepted by my Gran, even though she was not one of those super-pandering types. Probably even more so - it made her appreciation of my qualities seem more genuine because she saw me warts and all and was keen to guide without demand. She was one of a handful of adults who I felt saw me as a proper human being, worthy of respect. She never patronised me or talked down to me, nor praised me so highly that it put me under pressure to perform.

I like to think that she is happy to see me writing about her, too. She was a great journaler and always wanted to write an autobiography. So this is also me honouring that in some small way. Thank you again, Leilanya. Hugs to you! Jay xx

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