The truth about our childhood is stored up in our body, and although we can repress it, we can never alter it. Our intellect can be deceived, our feelings manipulated, and conceptions confused, and our body tricked with medication. But someday our body will present its bill, for it is as incorruptible as a child, who, still whole in spirit, will accept no compromises or excuses, and it will not stop tormenting us until we stop evading the truth.
Rare is the post or essay that mentions not one but TWO writers—Alice Miller and William Stafford—that have had such a profound effect on me, and done so in such a graceful and affecting way. I first read Miller’s The Drama of the Gifted Child when it was recommended to me by a therapist, but it wasn’t until For Your Own Good that I saw clearly my own wounds and my own way of relating to that still-intact child spirit, and the bigger picture into which these all fit. Thank you as always for the thoughts and words and resources you share, David.
Rare is the post or essay that mentions not one but TWO writers—Alice Miller and William Stafford—that have had such a profound effect on me, and done so in such a graceful and affecting way. I first read Miller’s The Drama of the Gifted Child when it was recommended to me by a therapist, but it wasn’t until For Your Own Good that I saw clearly my own wounds and my own way of relating to that still-intact child spirit, and the bigger picture into which these all fit. Thank you as always for the thoughts and words and resources you share, David.
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That’s beautiful David, what a great reflection on what it means to live in a fallen world, which includes us.