Mature Don’t Mean Wisdom

If there was anything left in me that believes when we grow older, our maturity and ability to manage life in healthy ways grows as well, I’m damned if can find it.

There are some well-entrenched behavior patterns in this human family of ours and those resulting from some history’s wounds make healthy intimacy impossible. Dishonesty is rampant. Without honesty, there is no trust. The absence of trust eliminates any chance of healthy intimacy.

No doubt people have had to develop methods of managing life on the fly that, while perhaps needed to survive at one time in your life – your childhood, for example – they now endanger and damage you, rather than protect you. Protecting the life you are living, not just the life that means, you’re alive.

Tragically, and I do not use this word lightly, many lives are still controlled by wounded self-images, robbing them of a healthy understanding of self, and others for that matter.

A brilliant human being and a former therapist of mine once said, “Therapy is basically a matter of getting free of your history.” Free if those “voices” is in your history that, often unknowingly, have you the message you were one messed-up being.

I am not dancing on the rest of high hopes that I will have a healthy intimate relationship with a woman. As I said, honesty is in short supply, and some women I’ve met have had experiences that the distance-making patterns they have, while making a relationship impossible, made all the sense in the world given the reality of their life experience.

I also had an encounter with one so saturated in narcissism, she made Narcissus himself look like the poster boy for humility.

THE BEGINNING

I start this journal hoping to be a voice that calls attention to what I see as an increasing disregard for human rights. Each of us is born with the right to be who we are safely in the world around us. The amount of hatred and emotional, physical, political, cultural and financial violence I see aimed at people because they have different beliefs is appalling, and violates everything a civilized society stands for.I do not know what impact, if any, the words I set down here will have. But I do pledge to be honest and avoid judgment as best I can, although that will be hard.

My life journey thus far has had its fair share of wounds and traumas. Because of them though I’ve done some learning along the way. While I will not burden you, the reader, with their every detail, I will identify some of the events that have led me to begin this journal.

I have, as the About Me section says, been shot in the head at point blank range and live with a brain injury as a result. I have lived through the suicides of my adoptive-mother, brother and birth-father. My adoptive father, the greatest gift life has ever provided me, died when I was 15. I have been on my own since I was 16. I lived through some years of homelessness and am a recovering alcoholic.

Well, there you have a bit of background. I have a few subjects in mind to write about in the coming days. In the meantime, I wish you well and thank you for taking the time to read this.

Warmth and respect,

Peter S. Kahrmann