Wynonna Judd
I buried years of abandonment issues, and only now as I approach my 65th Birthday am I beginning to unwrap my life's events. I enrolled in a course that I believed would help me to help others in writing, speaking, and in their businesses. I learned all of that, but I also learned a lot about myself. That was a surprise. The last three months have been a lot of work, not just class room work, but Zoom meetings, writing papers, and research, taking time to go back to the beginning of my life; and do a timeline of significant events. I've done it before. I know timeline exercises work.
But this time I didn't just do the timeline and move on, I had to share it with my classmates, and their reactions to my story took me off guard. I had just did the exercise as if it were for someone else, but when I shared it in class, out loud, their reactions and comments awakened to me, that it was my life. I had lived this timeline. I had been abandoned over and over and over again; from before conception all the way through my adult life.
Some of their comments were, "I bet you're really clingy to your husband?" My knee jerk response was, "No, not at all." Someone else said, "So, I guess you have a really hard time trusting us?" I smiled kindly into the computer screen protecting myself from being exposed and just listened. I wanted to cry, but wasn't sure what nerve they had hit for what seemed like an eternity, as pain well up and tried to run out my eyes. As others started to share, I realized for the first time I was an adult struggling with abandonment issues from my childhood--and those issues were keeping me from being my best self, and forbidding others from seeing the real me.