grief, bitterness and rage

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Yes, some of the unpleasant emotions no one wants to talk about, or hear about, or feel. Most people, when they feel such emotions as these, stuff them immediately down into the subconscious. There they create all kinds of ugliness, but since most people don’t pay any attention to what’s roiling around in their subconscious, and how ugly a lot of it is, they don’t care. But all this stuffing comes out in their behavior, whether they choose to accept that or not.

I do not stuff anymore. When I catch myself pushing something down, I do my best to drag it back up and look at it, so that it won’t make more mess in the subconscious, and so that I can live in my own truth. This is at times extremely difficult to do, and sometimes takes months. I do feel grief for the fourteen animals taken from me all at once. I do feel rage at all the individuals who got together and accomplished this abusive feat. I do feel bitterness regarding the amount of trauma others have visited on me in my life, and the damage it has done. I’m not going to pretend otherwise, or euphemize these feelings, or stuff them.

                                                                  

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My friend recently sent me this poem on bitterness, and once I read it, I remembered I had read it way back in high school. If Stephen Crane were alive today and trying to get this poem published, I bet no one would touch it with a ten-foot pole. Bitterness is passé and politically incorrect and socially unacceptable (as are rage and grief as well).

                                                 

                                                  In the desert

                                     I saw a creature, naked, bestial,

                                    Who, squatting upon the ground,

                                       Held his heart in his hands,

                                               And ate of it.

                                       I said, “Is it good, friend?”

                                 “It is bitter — bitter,” he answered,

                                               “But I like it

                                           Because it is bitter,

                                      And because it is my heart.”

                                                           ~~  s.crane

And so it is with me. I accept my bitter heart, my grief, my rage. I don’t try to eliminate or change these emotions, unpopular and castigated as they may be. They were created in me partly by the Asperger’s that so alienates me from neurotypical people, partly by my immune system that disabled me and kept me from working to get the money that would have kept us safe, and partly by the deliberately cruel actions of other people. And while I could not control being born with Asperger’s and with an abnormal immune system, those other people could have controlled their impulses to cruelty, if they had chosen to. They did not.

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2 Comments

  1. Babs said,

    November 7, 2010 at 10:46 am

    When my mother-in-law was going out of her mind with Alzheimer’s it broke her husband’s heart, but it was so frustrating to me that he would NEVER express his sorrow and anger at the situation. He thought that stoicism was what was required of him, but honesty would have served us all so much better. To eat the bitterness of one’s heart is actually very liberating – it takes too much hard work and energy to suppress rage.

  2. braonthree said,

    November 8, 2010 at 9:20 pm

    We’re under intense societal pressure, Babs, to conceal “dark” emotions, and anything that smacks of negativity, and anything that smacks of “complaining.” Great western taboos have grown up around these things. And what does all this stuffing serve? It all simmers and boils in the subconscious and comes back to bite us someday, in some fashion or other…. Thanks again for sending the poem. Would my high school English teacher give me a star for recognizing it after all this time?


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