Grief and Identity

This autumn I entered into a grieving process for the many things I had not previously been able to grieve. I’m not sure which is the chicken and which is the egg here – whether I can do this because my sense of self has shifted, or whether my sense of self has shifted because I’m doing this. Either way, it’s a feedback loop.

When I couldn’t grieve, it was because I didn’t feel safe to do that. My emotional responses might well bring more misery down upon me, affirming the impression that everything wrong was basically my fault. There were so many things I experienced as my fault, even though I had no control over them. Every shortcoming and imperfection, every innocent mistake, the limitations of my body, and how that body looked. I grew up thinking I was a bad and unloveable child, that I could never be good enough and that unless I was hyper-vigilant about everything, I would do something awful.

Grieving is not only allowing me to process those experiences, it’s allowing me to rethink my own story. As I grieve for my child self, I’ve been able to think differently. I wasn’t entirely awful – I was largely trying to be good. Having now parented someone myself, I have a different perspective on what can reasonably be expected of a child. As someone who teaches, I’ve learned the importance of holding space in which it is safe to make mistakes. Deliberate malice and cruelty are the only things worth getting angry about, and most children don’t do more than dabble in it as they try to figure out what’s acceptable.

I’m in a process of re-writing my story about the kind of child I was. I wasn’t a bad child. I’m not convinced any young child can be ‘bad’. They’re just learning and making mistakes.  I wasn’t a lazy child, and I don’t think it’s necessary or good for children to be super-motivated to work and achieve. It’s ok to want to be a child, to want to play and mess about and be silly. There’s a lot to be learned from mucking about. I wasn’t a fat child. I’ve got some old photos of me and I’m the same size as other kids. I was continually fat shamed. That’s not ok. It still wouldn’t have been ok if I’d been fat.

I’ve spent most of my life trying to justify my existence. Trying to make up for being inherently inadequate and unloveable. Trying to atone for being a bad person.  I’ve invested so much time and energy in trying to be good enough, trying to prove something about my worth so as to turn off the flood of self-hatred that has always been within me. All I ever needed was to be able to consider myself adequate and tolerable – it’s a pretty low set bar.

So I grieve for the little girl who had trouble learning to skip, and who just wanted to draw trees the way other kids drew them, and who wanted to be able to mess about during the holidays. I grieve for the child who was constantly afraid of being punished, and who just wanted approval and for someone to say ‘you are fine as you are’. I grieve for the unwinnable setup of having to get the best marks but being told off for getting too big for my boots if I made anything of it. I grieve for my wedge shaped Minnie Mouse feet, my arms like  a baboon, my rats teeth,  my singing like a cat, my funny-looking face, my fat, unloveable body. I grieve those stories, and what they did to me, and who I’ve been as I’ve lived with them as an adult.

I had a beautiful moment last week when it dawned on me that I grew up listening to, and adoring Steeleye Span. Child me did not sing like a cat. Child me sang like Maddy Prior.

About Nimue Brown

Druid, author, dreamer, folk enthusiast, parent, wife to the most amazing artist -Tom Brown. Drinker of coffee, maker of puddings. Exploring life as a Pagan, seeking good and meaningful ways to be, struggling with mental health issues and worried about many things. View all posts by Nimue Brown

9 responses to “Grief and Identity

  • potiapitchford

    Hugs offered for your inner child.

  • emberbear

    Wow! So powerful and beautiful. Can I also add that your video of Bird on a Wire demonstrates that you are a multi talented and beautiful person. I am so happy for you that you are rejecting the toxic discourse of your childhood and understanding who you truly are. When I read your blog and see other stuff you have done you come across as a phenomenal person and, perhaps, most importantly of all, as a great parent. For those of us who choose to bring children into this world, it is the most important job of all. Unpaid, of course, but infinitely rewarding as the love we invest in our child or children shines in them. And anyone who is doing this when their own home environment as a child was not so great deserves the biggest gold star in the world.

  • emberbear

    I am also a blusher! When you are finished blushing I hope you will pluck the gold star out of the ether and wear it on your brow. I always say ‘parent’ because I want to acknowledge the contribution that most modern fathers make as well, but I am a mother too and I know exactly what it takes to create a safe, happy and supportive environment for a child, especially a sensitive, introvert one, and how being a sensitive parent is a blessing, because it means you are in tune with your child, and how hard it is some days to keep going out into the world for your child’s sake when all you really want to do is to hide under a duvet and make the world go away! But in the end it is all so worth it as the sapling gets taller and seeks the sun. You know this, I know. BTW, yesterday I found out that the collective noun for bats is cauldron. Brilliant. Maybe you knew that already. But if not, I hope you like it. I am a big bat lover. They are amazing creatures and we are lucky enough to have a cauldron of bats flying around our garden at dusk sometimes. Oh, and a while ago I remember you wrote a brilliant post on bats and included a link to the D. H. Lawrence poem. Thank you for that. A fab poem with a nice touch of humour.

  • Yvonne Aburrow

    I’m sorry that someone fed you all these awful toxic ideas.

    I think you’re amazing. You write really well and have original thoughts and ideas and are so creative.

    HUGS offered!

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