Last night I had a vivid dream about confronting my abusers. When I awoke I remember thinking these words, "how could you, I was just a child."
In the dream I was sitting at a table with my mother and my sister. My brother and father were not there. (they were abusers too, but both are dead) There was another male at the table and he was supporting me. I couldn't see this person clearly to recognize who it was but it seems like it was an older cousin. I know that in the symbology of dreams this older male is probably a projection of my adult self. As I confronted my mother and sister (don't remember specifics about what I said) my mother's image seemed to fade from the dream and my sister became the main focus. She became angry and denied what I was saying and got up from the table. At first I let her go but then I pursued her down a crowded sidewalk. I had trouble catching up to her, but when I did catch up to her I began to tear some papers that I had in my hand ... I ripped them to shreds and either dropped them at her feet or threw them at her.
There are some other details I have forgotten, but the theme of the dream was confronting abusers. I have never had a dream like that before but it actually has had a calming effect on me this morning and it confirms that I was actually abused. Clearly the abuse is buried in my subconscious and some of it I don't remember. But the dream was vivid and it was emotional -- even passionate. For the past year or so, and particularly the past few months, I have been struggling consciously with whether I was really abused or if maybe I was just a bad child, but to experience a dream like this convinces me that these people (my family) really were cruel to each other and to me. These things have distorted my adult life (angry and paranoid a lot) and I think my subconscious was telling me, "yes, it really happened and you were JUST a child, but it's going to be okay."
In the dream I was sitting at a table with my mother and my sister. My brother and father were not there. (they were abusers too, but both are dead) There was another male at the table and he was supporting me. I couldn't see this person clearly to recognize who it was but it seems like it was an older cousin. I know that in the symbology of dreams this older male is probably a projection of my adult self. As I confronted my mother and sister (don't remember specifics about what I said) my mother's image seemed to fade from the dream and my sister became the main focus. She became angry and denied what I was saying and got up from the table. At first I let her go but then I pursued her down a crowded sidewalk. I had trouble catching up to her, but when I did catch up to her I began to tear some papers that I had in my hand ... I ripped them to shreds and either dropped them at her feet or threw them at her.
There are some other details I have forgotten, but the theme of the dream was confronting abusers. I have never had a dream like that before but it actually has had a calming effect on me this morning and it confirms that I was actually abused. Clearly the abuse is buried in my subconscious and some of it I don't remember. But the dream was vivid and it was emotional -- even passionate. For the past year or so, and particularly the past few months, I have been struggling consciously with whether I was really abused or if maybe I was just a bad child, but to experience a dream like this convinces me that these people (my family) really were cruel to each other and to me. These things have distorted my adult life (angry and paranoid a lot) and I think my subconscious was telling me, "yes, it really happened and you were JUST a child, but it's going to be okay."