Were You Expecting to arrive at Heal and Forgive? If so you were re-directed to my new blog.

The Heal and Forgive blog was born out of the publication of my first book, “Heal and Forgive.” I am happy that the blog has been helpful to a robust readership.

After my publisher recently went out of business the book was re-released under the title, “Mother, I Don’t Forgive You,” which is more in keeping with the premise of the book. I decided to re-title my blog along with the book.

I hope you will continue to peruse the posts and join in on the various discussions including our right as survivors to decide our own healing journey, with or without forgiveness.

The back story on the title change can be found on the post directly below:

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Mother, I Don’t Forgive You – Why the Book and Blog Were Re-Titled

In 1992, after nearly a decade of trying desperately to forgive my mother, my life was spinning out of control.   Not only had I failed at f...

Friday, October 10, 2008

Reconciliation – Not Always an Option

During most of my fourteen year family estrangement, I considered reconciliation to be an impossible task. Given our family history of abuse, it didn't feel safe or healthy to try to reestablish contact with my family members. Nor did they try to contact me.

Certainly, in some situations, reconciliation isn’t possible. I know a woman who moved across the country, unlisted her phone number and started life anew only to have her violent family members track her down, stalk her, and interfere with her new job, friends and neighbors.

I have heard from other people who deeply desire a relationship with a parent or sibling, but they simply cannot put themselves in harms way for the sake of a connection. As painful as estrangement is, these individuals must somehow learn to live with a separation that feels like the “lesser of two evils.”

Many people do wish to reconcile with family members only to face repeated rejection.

It can be hard to accept that we only have control over our half of the relationship. At some point, the time comes to simply accept the cards we were dealt and move on to live the best life possible.

4 comments:

  1. Nancy,

    I think you have heard me say this before but I will say it again. I would LOVE to have my parents back in my life. However, it has taken me 20 years to heal and that only occurred after we quit communicating with each other. They are still abusive and may always be. Their belief is that they are the parents and we (the kids) are supposed to respect them just because they are our parents. Yet, they feel they owe us NO respect because we are the children. They have done ZERO to earn our respect and have no intention of treating us with respect. 5 out of 5 kids are not speaking to them. I guess that just about says it all. Unfortunately, I was the only one who received physical and sexual abuse. The others did not and still refuse to speak to them. They were and are abusive to all of us verbally and psychologically.

    I am holding out hope that some day... But, who knows?

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  2. My heart goes out to you Tamara,

    I've been right where you are. It is so sad..... And so confounding - the desire to have a loving family when we don't.

    My best,
    Nancy

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  3. Congratulations on your success. I have already, and continue to, do alot of work on my inner self. This is one of the blessings I have received, perhaps because of being abused as a child. I still feel so much physical fear and anxiety when I imagine being near my father. I try to replace the fear with compassion, but I don't feel "safe" enough to attempt reconciliation. I am very sad today as I fear my mother is dying. We have talked recently, and she would still prefer to pretend that nothing ever happened. I am so sad for her, and sad for the little girl inside of me, who still feels abandoned.

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  4. Dear Anonymous,

    Yes, very sad….

    I felt much the same way when my grandmother died. I loved her and I knew that she loved me; yet, family dysfunction got in the way of us having a relationship. It was hard to say good-bye. Her death brought an end to the last vestiges of hope that she would one day simply be my grandmother.

    I also understand not feeling safe enough to have a relationship. Taking care of your own-well being is a must!

    Many blessings,
    Nancy

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