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I understand that it’s your point of view. I have a different one. I have two very close family members who were victimized by sexual predators, their lives were irrevocably turned upside down, their psyches are forever warped, one of them, who was 8 years old when it happened, has never been able to have a loving and normal relationship with any man since, and it’s been 4 decades now. The other one suffers debilitating nightmares. As happens with done such victims, there were other instances of sexual molestation years later by a different predator. Both of them have rampant trust issues and deep mental scars. I use these examples to show that it escapes me how any sentiment of gratitude could arise out of certain types of negative history in a person’s life. Instead of thankfulness toward the perpetrators, my two relatives have experienced self-blame, self-doubt, battles with I-must-have-deserved-it feelings, replaying the incidents in their waking hours and in their sleep with a lot of if-only-I-had-not thoughts, etc. Not once have they ever expressed that they were made better by having survived sexual assault. Not once have they indicated that they were strengthened or uplifted by being raped and sodomized. Instead, they are fearful, damaged, frightened, hopeless and practically helpless people. There was not one advantageous result that arose from what happened to them, either during or after the attacks, to include that no one ever went to jail, no responsibility was ever taken, no justice was ever served.
I often hear people express as you have how wonderful or great it is that something negative happened to them merely because it shaped who they are today, or that the sum total of life’s experiences are all valid because it formed their present character. I know of at least two ladies who aren’t that happy for the negativity that was visited on them. Even in my life, I could have done without a lot of the negatives that people or situations have presented to me. I would have preferred not to go through some of the worst ones. That doesn’t make me weak or weaker than a person who cheerfully embraces the negatives he or she has had dumped on him or her, it’s just that I have a much, much different take on the whole subject.
Now, I can’t dump on you because you think differently than I do, you’re entitled to your perspective. It’s just hard for me to wrap it around my head. Perhaps the bad parts of your life haven’t been drastic, I don’t know. I just wonder if you mean that you’re actually grateful for them in the sane fashion you are for the positives.
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Thank you, my friend, for putting up with me and for taking the time and effort to clarify what you think and feel. I’ve now found out yet another thing that you and I share in common. When I was 14, my mother and stepfather divorced (to this day I couldn’t say which one of them initiated it, but it was not only long overdue, it had also been brewing for quite some time) after ten years of marriage. My mother slipped into a derp depression, became almost completely dysfunctional, and went from being a non-drinker to a frequent drinker. There were many embarrassing incidents that arose from it, and I strongly believe that what I saw then largely shaped my being a non-drinker myself. I never went through the episodes of teenaged drinking and its empty justifications of “being adult” or experimentation. When I reached legal drinking age, I tried various types alcohol in the past, I have never found anything pleasing, wonderful, enjoyable, beneficial about its taste, and that goes double for its after effects. I have never had the desire to be drunk, nor any other the dozens of other reasons people drink alcohol. I do not ever “need” a cold beer on a hot day, or a “shot” to feel good at a party, or “just a little something” to take the edge of after a long workday, or “a friendly” drink to unwind and enjoy myself. I have never been of the opinion that consuming alcohol defines me as a man or defines me as an adult or defines me as a mature person; all of those are achieved without the need for alcohol as an ingredient.
Wow, talk about getting out the ol‘ soapbox and going off on a tangent. Sorry, I strayed there. I think you and I understand each other a lot more than we misunderstand. Don’t mind me, and go on to have a good day, my friend.
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