Alexander sent me the ethnography earlier this week to read through. We worked together on it back in Cape Town quite a bit. Me telling stories, him writing them, me reading what he wrote and suggesting little changes, him questioning and listening and so on.
Reading about myself, through the eyes of another, was pretty hard. I tried to stay as objective as possible, maybe in a sort of self-defence effort.
Some parts of it brought back a lot of unpleasant feelings and made me real angry. But for the first time in my life I am getting a perspective on my childhood and youth and the people that played parts in it and I don't feel like a victim anymore. I sure as shit don't feel sorry for myself anymore, which is fabulous.
But my god, I sometimes sure would love to walk up to some of these trolls from my past and stand in front of them and just spit in their faces. Fuck it would bring me some nasty satisfaction.
Okay, so I'm still mad as hell. But at least I'm not scared anymore!
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3 comments:
Interesting. I would like to know more about the origin of the idea, and the answer to the question 'why?'...
yup - have asked to read this paper before..going to happen?
i've come in to contact with some people that were really cruel when i was a kid. i found it quite interesting how one guy in particular felt real remorse for being the dick he had been as a kid.
adam, what 'why'? i can be a bit slow. i'll get to the origin of the idea some other time. but now i need to go sleep.
kids, my dear dorothy, are nasty things
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