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I was somewhat hurt but mostly angry about my grandmother deciding a week in advance that she was not going to see me while I was in my hometown specifically to see her. So, I decided to reframe the trip. My motivation to continue visiting my hometown every other year has specifically been to see my grandmother one more time. I am no longer going to do this.

I wanted to salvage the trip, so I decided to reframe its purpose – I decided this would be my “goodbye trip.” I decided to view this metropolitan city as if I was a tourist. I came up with a schedule for taking in the five most interesting sites for two 11-year-old ADHD children. We would drive in on Wed evening, take in two side-by-side sites on Thursday, one site on Fri, and two across-town sites on Saturday. I would be generous with the souvenirs for the kids, and we would collect pressed pennies all over the city.

From here, I invited friends and family to connect with us. Not one family member chose to connect. One cousin had surgery recently, which limited her availability, and the other had to work. Both are good reasons, but somehow my friends managed to squeeze in having dinners with us while family did not. (This comment excludes my sister. She spent Friday with momster and then half a day Saturday doing a tourist attraction with us before heading back home.)

Friends from high school did work us in. One did a tourist attraction with us and visited with us when we arrived. Another joined us for dinner on Thursday night. On Friday night, I got together with four high school friends (including the two who did other things with us) at one of their houses so the boys could run around and play while the adults visited. So, it turned out to be a worthwhile visit despite not seeing my grandmother.

I did all of these activities through the lens of saying goodbye. I no longer fit into my hometown. I don’t like the traffic, the driving (everything around there is 30 miles apart!), or the frenetic pace of life that my friends live. Yes, I lead a busy life, but I also have downtime. I do yoga and meditation, blog, Bible study, leisurely visits with friends, etc. In my hometown, there’s no time for this because they spend so many hours each day driving from point A to point B. I respect that other people might like this lifestyle (or perhaps are unaware of other ways to live), but it’s not for me.

I wrote this week’s blog entries right before packing up the car to travel home. I might write more as I process the trip, or I might just move on to other topics.

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As I stated in my last blog entry, I did not take it personally that my grandmother did not want to see me – by this, I mean that I know she didn’t think, “Ooh, it’s Faith coming. I don’t want to see her.” I know this is not a rejection of me as a person and that she is not intending to “punish” me or whatever.

Nevertheless, her cancellation pissed me off. I had prepaid $500 for a hotel to come in August, and I did the nonrefundable option to save money. I had to reschedule the trip because of my son breaking his foot in July, so while I could not get my money back, I could move it to a different weekend. This was the only weekend we could do without my son having to miss school. I gave everyone, including my grandmother, two months’ notice about the change.

If my grandmother had awakened the morning of our scheduled visit and needed to cancel because she wasn’t feeling well, I would understand. People in their nineties have good days and bad days, and I totally understand having to cancel because you are not feeling well. My issue is that she canceled a FULL WEEK IN ADVANCE because she did not feel like seeing anyone. Unless she was going into the hospital, had a current physical issue that the doctor said would not improve within a week, or had some other issue that she would know a week in advance would not clear up, I think this cancellation was rude.

My sister said that our grandmother does this to her a lot. My sister travels five hours by car for each visit, but she also combines it with a visit to momster, so the cancellations bother her less. I have decided that I will never again plan a visit specifically to see my grandmother. If I have another reason to visit my hometown, I will give her the opportunity for a visit, but I am not going to spend that kind of money again if she is going to be unreliable about actually seeing me. (According to my cousins, who live locally, this has become a recurring issue.)

While I know the cancellation was not personal to me – that it was about her and not me – I am finished with having relationships like this in my life. That dynamic describes my entire childhood. It was never about me. The people in my life (mostly family) jerked me around, but it wasn’t personal to me – it just affected me. It was always about them, and I was caught in the aftermath of their self-centered choices. The impact on my sister and me was never a factor, and that’s not OK.

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ShackThank you for your patience with taking last week off. I traveled with my ADHD child and his ADHD friend to my hometown. I had a lot to juggle before we left, and we were gone Wed through Sun – no extra time for blogging.

I have decided to cut down to blogging on three days a week (Mon, Wed, and Fri) in the hopes of staying more consistent. With my increased work responsibilities and continuing to manage my son’s special needs, I simply don’t have the time to cover both this blog and my professional blog five days a week, and I am not willing to give up either. So, I am going to cut down to three days a week for both in the hopes of staying much more consistent in my blogging. We’ll see how it goes!

I need to process my trip to my hometown. As of now, I plan for this to be my last visit. I am not saying “never, ever again” because I never know what the future may hold, but I viewed this trip as a “goodbye” visit. Today, I’ll start by sharing what led up to this one being a goodbye visit and then cover the trip later this week.

The main reason I continue to visit (typically once every two years) is that my grandmother (father’s mother) is in her nineties and not doing well. A trip every other year is about all I can handle emotionally because being in my hometown brings back so many memories of my abusive childhood. I don’t want to spend my time thinking about that any longer.

I gave my grandmother, other family (father’s side), and friends over two months’ notice of the trip, which I scheduled when my son had a four-day weekend off from school. We were supposed to come over the summer, but my son broke his foot, so we postponed the trip so we could do all of the physical activities we had planned on a healed foot.

One week before our visit, my grandmother told another relative to tell me that she was not up to seeing me. She did not mean this to be personal to me – she did not feel up to seeing anyone, including my sister who had also paid for a nonrefundable hotel stay solely for the purpose of seeing her. I’ll discuss my reaction on Wednesday.

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Yesterday, I wrote about some positive things that came out of visiting my hometown over the weekend. Today I would like to focus on the challenging things as part of processing the trip.

I was much more aware than I usually am of the negative energy of most of the people I visited with. For example, when I visited with family (my father’s side, not momster’s), I was overwhelmed by the constant flow of negativity. Every conversation was about how terrible and hard life is. Yes, I am painfully aware of how difficult life can be, but I also choose not to dwell on the negative stuff 24/7.

When I am visiting with someone that I only see every few years, I ask about how they have been and talk about the good stuff in my life. I reserve the venting for my close girlfriends as I need to process the hard things. When I choose to focus on negativity, I try to have a beginning, middle, and end to the process, not experience negativity as a state of being. I used to be negative constantly, and that was a miserable way to live. No, I am not perfect, nor am I saying that these people don’t have a legitimate reason to be unhappy. My point is that I don’t want to spend the majority of my time complaining about how miserable I am, and it is hard for me to spend time with people who live their lives miserable as a state of being.

I do give these people credit for being authentic, though – they are authentically miserable. There were others I visited with whose energy did not match who they presented themselves as being. A huge part of the direction of my growth is being authentically me. If there is not room in a friendship for me to be myself, then I don’t need the friendship. I might not always be pleasant, but I am (or really strive to be) always me. I need and expect the same from the other person.

The energy of people who are pretending to be something that they are not is actually harder for me to process. The inauthenticity messes with me and is so much harder for me to be around – the dichotomy is draining. What is also difficult (and is an issue whenever I get together with people who “knew me then”) is when others say and do the same things they always said and did, but it’s like it is toward a stranger because that person is not me any longer. The dynamic no longer works because I am no longer that person.

These are the people who were in my life as an emotionally shattered teenager. Being around them was my comfort zone. Now, I am so thankful that there are hundreds of miles between that life and me. I don’t mean this in a judgmental way, nor do I mean that I don’t care about these people. It’s just too draining for me to live like that. I found it interesting that it was the people, not the place (where the child abuse happened), that was so challenging for me on this trip. This doesn’t mean I don’t love and care about them — it just means that I no longer fit in there.

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I have not been back to my hometown (where the child abuse happened) in a couple of years. I have a lot to process after this trip. I am not sure how much I will blog about and how much I will do privately, but I want to get out at least a few things in today’s blog.

Let’s start with the good stuff – I could tell in the moment how much I have grown. Typically, before I make a visit to my hometown, I am triggered and “off” for weeks beforehand. That did not happen this time. This is probably due in part to how busy I was with one of my part-time jobs. (Blessedly, I get a break from that now!) However, I don’t think that is the only reason. Even in times when I was driving or otherwise not engaging my mind with work, I wasn’t triggered or fretting about visiting my hometown. I think this shows a lot of growth. Finally – I am seeing a payoff on this!

I don’t recall being triggered while I was there. I had a few times where I thought, “We are crossing the state line. This is where I typically see things around me ‘darken.’” But that didn’t happen. I actually noticed fewer “anxiety geysers” while I was there than I had in my day-to-day life at home. Another positive step forward.

I was also able in the moment to recognize my growth in many areas and not feel badly about it. Let me explain what I mean by that … While growth is a great thing, it also comes with loss. The more I grow, the more the relationships around me are affected. The healthier I become, the more I become the “odd man out” whenever I interact with dysfunctional people. This includes family (father’s side, not momster’s side) and some of my friends from high school.

Being the “odd man out” was always a “bad” thing when I was a kid, and even as an adult, feeling “different” would trigger feelings of shame. I felt no shame on this trip even though I frequently did feel like the “odd man out.” Instead, I felt grateful to recognize that I am no longer in that painful place.

Here’s one example – My high school friends and I had a huge dinner, and then they wanted to go back to the hotel room, drink margaritas, and snack. As I have shared previously, I have given up drinking alcohol (at least for now) because I didn’t like how it made me feel. I have already spent most of my life being dissociated – I want to stay present. I have also shared that I used to binge eat as a coping mechanism, always needing access to food.

Watching them get drunk and stuff their faces after we just ate a huge meal made a big impression on me. I saw where I used to be. I was thinking, “How could they possibly be hungry after that big meal?,” but I already knew the answer because I was once like that. The eating was not about nourishment. I wasn’t being judgmental of them – I was just noticing how far I have come.

More tomorrow…

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This week, I have been talking about the stress of returning to your hometown in which you experienced child abuse. Even though I have been healing from my child abuse issues since 2003 and, for the most part, live a life that is free from my past abuse, I experience a terrible regression in my healing whenever I return to my hometown, as I did recently. I do not recommend returning to your hometown where your child abuse took place unless you have a very good reason to do so.

How do you decide what is a good enough reason to return to your hometown? Bottom line – The good coming out of the trip needs to outweigh the damage that you do to yourself by retraumatizing yourself. If the good does not outweigh the bad, then choose not to return to your hometown. It is simply not worth the h@#$ you put yourself through.

The reason I returned to my hometown recently was to visit my grandmother. This is my father’s mother (the “good” parent). She is in her nineties. She is ailing physically, and she has been lonely since my grandfather died a few years ago. I thought the joy it would bring her to see both me and my son would outweigh the pain that I put myself through to make the trip. This time, I was wrong.

My grandmother wanted us to leave within an hour of our arrival. She used to keep us there for hours, constantly bringing up new subjects to delay our departure. This time, our visit was clearly a burden. She just wanted to go back to bed.

I have had several people tell me that elderly people cannot handle long visits, and I get that. The problem is that I put myself through h@#$ for two weeks for that visit, and it was not worth it. The joy she experienced did not outweigh the price I paid to give her that visit – suicidal urges, weight gain, terror, depression, and despair.

Some child abuse survivors return to their hometowns in order to face down their demons. There was a good example of this in the movie Forrest Gump. Sexual abuse survivor Jenny goes back to her old house and throws things at it before collapsing in tears on the ground. Facing down your demons like that can be cathartic, but you need to set aside lots of time afterward to process your emotions before you are going to feel better.

Returning to your hometown to confront your abuser is also a good reason to go. While it is not necessary to confront your abuser in order to heal from child abuse, many abuse survivors find the experience to be very empowering.

I still have people (mostly friends) who I care about that are living in my hometown. I still plan to see them on occasion, just not in my hometown. I met some of them in a location that was a good halfway point. I would love to do that more often. In that way, I get the joy of interacting with people I care about without having to put myself through two weeks of h@#$ to make it happen.

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This week, I have been talking about the stress of returning to your hometown in which you experienced child abuse. I have talked about my apprehension before the trip, my stress during the visit, and the aftermath of the trip. I do not recommend returning to your hometown where your child abuse took place unless you have a very good reason to do so. Even though I have been healing from my child abuse issues since 2003 and, for the most part, live a life that is free from my past abuse, I experience a terrible regression in my healing whenever I return to my hometown, as I did recently.

After this last trip, I questioned my sanity. I do this every time I return to my hometown, but I still find myself falling into the trap of questioning whether I really am “crazy.” I don’t feel like myself. I push away the people I love the most, and I just want to die. The despair runs so deeply that the things that matter the most to me no longer seem to matter. I can barely function. All I can do is sit and cry.

I have learned that trying to repress the emotions only makes things worse. I have to allow myself to grieve, which is something I do not enjoy doing. I have to allow myself to feel the anger, despair, terror, and grief before I can move past this terribly painful place.

And then here is the real challenge – I have to allow myself to release these emotions without attaching to them. I have learned through experience that my thoughts and energy are incredibly strong. I equate my energy with being a like a Corvette when many people that I know are like a Corolla. Other people can drive down the wrong road (suicidal urges, etc.) and then turn around much faster than I can because they do not go as far as quickly as I do. If I add my own thoughts and energy to the suicidal urges, it is like flooring it in a Corvette. I will find myself so far down the wrong road that I run the risk of never returning. Of course, the good news is that, because I am a Corvette, I can also get myself out of a bad place much faster than many other people can, but have to recognize that is even an option first.

The strength of my energy is both a blessing and a curse. My strength enabled me to survive levels of child abuse that has broken many other people’s sanity. However, the flip side is that, if I direct my energy in the wrong direction, I can find myself in such a bad state that it can be very, very hard for me to find my way back out. It is not my strength that is at issue but my self-perceptions about my strength. Once I buy into the lie that I am weak and that my situation is hopeless, I am vulnerable to harming myself. Because I know this about myself, I am very careful never to act on the things I am feeling when I am in this place.

What ultimately pulls me out is expressing my emotions for a few days and then talking about how I am feeling. My feelings are so “off” from who I am today, but I need an outside person to remind me of who I am. When I return to my hometown, I “forget” that I am this strong conqueror who has healed from my past. Instead, I buy into the lies that I am weak and worthless. The challenge is remembering who I am. Once I remember, I am able to propel myself out of this two-week period of h@#$.

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