If we were objectified as children, we internalized that as love.
Both the black sheep and the golden child are objectified.
One is forced to absorb all the negative messages and the other knows that they are accepted only because they look or act in a way that affirms the parent’s narrative.
Neither child experiences unconditional regard.
So what happens when the abused enables the abuser?
In order to survive, this seems inevitable.
There was a young man called Ben.
While in prison, he wrote about the life he had experienced. I will try to do his voice justice.
He was brought up in a big Irish family. He and his two sisters were adopted then his parents had biological children.
Ben’s mother decided that he was the troublemaker. He said that he always remembered being frightened of her.
Things got so bad that he could not speak or even look at her for fear of being punished.
He tried to be good, to be what she wanted, but it never worked. She beat him every day, for things he did or did not do.
Over time, she pushed him further and further out to the periphery of the family.
He felt different and this was compounded by his knowledge of being adopted.
At school he hid the marks on his body and endlessly defended her.
By the time he was twelve, he began to regularly run away from home, usually just in his school uniform.
The police would drag him back; they’d ask him why he ran away and he’d say ‘because my mammy hates me.’ And they’d laugh.
Then the whole cycle would begin again.
Sometimes, she would relent, just for a little while and he’d be amazed. The other children would follow suit and treat him with tolerance.
Those moments were a source of both relief and pain. Even within that fleeting acceptance, he was at her mercy.
One sister was the golden child; she went out of her way to get Ben into trouble. Why would she do this?
She too was adopted, that should have inspired a sense of camaraderie with her brother. Instead, she had it in for him.
Her survival depended on being her mother’s little informer.
So, Ben believed he was bad. One dream kept him going; he longed to find his birth mother.
He said that he didn’t care if the world thought the worst of her and called her every name for being an unwed mother.
He had experienced a strict Catholic upbringing, his adoptive mother went to Mass every day; she attended every Novena.
‘You’re nothing without God,’ she’d say.
Ben knew what Irish society thought of his birth mother. Even in prison, he held onto the dream of finding her.
I believe that it was keeping him alive. I hope that he has... found her.
Both the black sheep and the golden child are objectified.
One is forced to absorb all the negative messages and the other knows that they are accepted only because they look or act in a way that affirms the parent’s narrative.
Neither child experiences unconditional regard.
So what happens when the abused enables the abuser?
In order to survive, this seems inevitable.
There was a young man called Ben.
While in prison, he wrote about the life he had experienced. I will try to do his voice justice.
He was brought up in a big Irish family. He and his two sisters were adopted then his parents had biological children.
Ben’s mother decided that he was the troublemaker. He said that he always remembered being frightened of her.
Things got so bad that he could not speak or even look at her for fear of being punished.
He tried to be good, to be what she wanted, but it never worked. She beat him every day, for things he did or did not do.
Over time, she pushed him further and further out to the periphery of the family.
He felt different and this was compounded by his knowledge of being adopted.
At school he hid the marks on his body and endlessly defended her.
By the time he was twelve, he began to regularly run away from home, usually just in his school uniform.
The police would drag him back; they’d ask him why he ran away and he’d say ‘because my mammy hates me.’ And they’d laugh.
Then the whole cycle would begin again.
Sometimes, she would relent, just for a little while and he’d be amazed. The other children would follow suit and treat him with tolerance.
Those moments were a source of both relief and pain. Even within that fleeting acceptance, he was at her mercy.
One sister was the golden child; she went out of her way to get Ben into trouble. Why would she do this?
She too was adopted, that should have inspired a sense of camaraderie with her brother. Instead, she had it in for him.
Her survival depended on being her mother’s little informer.
So, Ben believed he was bad. One dream kept him going; he longed to find his birth mother.
He said that he didn’t care if the world thought the worst of her and called her every name for being an unwed mother.
He had experienced a strict Catholic upbringing, his adoptive mother went to Mass every day; she attended every Novena.
‘You’re nothing without God,’ she’d say.
Ben knew what Irish society thought of his birth mother. Even in prison, he held onto the dream of finding her.
I believe that it was keeping him alive. I hope that he has... found her.