Oofda. So much has happened in my world recently. I’ve been processing things internally, leaving me quiet and still much of the time. I watched Leaving Neverland and the Oprah interview that followed over two evenings. I had to take several breaks to walk around and think. I slept the night horribly between viewings. My spirit was unsettled, (and sleep is when we ignore our bodies and exist only in the spiritual plane.)
I’m not consciously aware of how but during that unrestful night, I worked out a significant understanding of how to cope with loving humans. In many ways, the universe has been providing repeated opportunities to address this issue. I’ve been shying away. It’s incredibly complex and often uncomfortable. Hearing Oprah share her wisdom in a repetitive, heavily stressed, and urgent manner finally got to me. (I can be pretty thick.) 😑
I didn’t want to hear it. I didn’t want to process, absorb, sit with, over-analyze, adapt, and finally grow from it. It’s ugly. It hurts. It hurts in ways I can’t even articulate. It’s hard work, too. I have to train my brain to adapt, and it requires a fierce focus. I hate intensely focusing on lessons that frighten, disturb, and drain me. (Adulting sucks; this wasn’t in the brochure.) I wanted loving humans to be black and white; not a gazillion shades of gray I didn’t know existed.
I asked myself why. It turns out; it’s because I fear trauma. I’ve spent half my life healing from PTSD, thus avoiding it seemed an ideal strategy. I was wrong. Hiding from what I fear hasn’t worked out. Ever. (Wait. Except for horror movies.) I’m grateful for Oprah. I love her; she’s one of my favorite teachers. She taught me Michael Jackson was a human being all along. Two people told their story and showed us how pedophilia slithers in and devastates. I believe them. The cracked facade displaying a man as a god shattered into a million tiny pieces.
Now I will gather those pieces and build them into the real man. He looks, moves, and sounds the same. (Many positive attributes remain intact.) However, he also profoundly hurt some children. He broke a taboo that creates ripples of suffering known to wreak havoc in the lives of many for generations. He lied in our face. It will take time for me to sort out my feelings.
Loving people is hard because we’re each a universe of complexity and individuality. All good or all bad are imaginary concepts, no matter how much we want to believe in them. The child within us wants clear heroes; in whom we can invest our love and admiration without fear of pain. Reality won’t play along because humans don’t work that way. Loving is complicated and hurts like hell sometimes. Forgiving is a choice and process involving growth, new perceptions, and scars. It’s so gray, we all have to figure out for ourselves where to go from here. So much of being an adult is recognizing how childlike we are and consciously compensating (when necessary.) Thank goodness for candy. 💜✌🏽