Wounded children become wounded adults
They grow up never knowing what it is like to feel safe and to have possession of their own body and mind.
They are labelled as the bad child. The child that can not control their emotional outbursts. The misunderstood child that becomes a misunderstood adult.
Wounded children grew up in a darkness that showed no hope of life or self.
And as the child gets older the wounds grow deeper. And as they age, they miss the important “normal” stages of development a child and teenager will go through. Such as learning how to make friends, learning life skills and how to trust and have their own identity.
They don’t know what it’s like to be heard, they don’t know how to control the rage and self hatred they have so they turn it on themselves.
Years later, wounded children develop into adult bodies. Really, I’m just a child that’s looking out of the eyes of an adult. So I won’t look you in the eyes.
Everyday I wake up and say I’m not a child anymore. But am I…?
Wounded adults have learnt not to trust, not to be at ease, and to think they are going to be hurt again, abused again.
They push people away when their safety is compromised because it’s safer to be alone. They drift. They rather be alone than to be friends with another being that could destroy them again.
The only way they have learnt to cope is to continue to punish themselves as the child they were. Which is why wounded adults have wounds.
– trauma doesn’t just go away. It’s not something that “being positive” will cure. And it’s not something that everyone one can understand.
For some people it remains and destroys their mind, body and soul. Until someone listens for the first time and listens to that wounded child.
– sometimes I wish that you could live with my wounds. The people who have judged me without understanding, the people who have hurt me. The people who abused me.
I wish you could see the damage inside. So then you would learn truly what it’s like to be a wounded child. Only for just for one day I wish I could be that adult in that adult’s body.
We wouldn’t blame a child for living and coping with trauma the best way they know. So why are we so quick to judge them in adult bodies.
When we see broken children we judge their environment, but when we see broken adults we judge the person. 💚
A great resource for quotes and healing images on abuse. Such as he one above.
Until then… Have a day,