
In the end, the son suffers the Sins of the Father.
A piece about trauma and generational trauma, how we are products of the past, products of what we have experienced, and by achieving awareness, I think there is hope for change.
Honestly it's all very curious how society has, imo, just banished considerations of psychology and emotions in most areas of life... it just all seems strange to me and I wonder why or how it happened this way...
I dunno about you but I just feel like psychology/emotion is rarely talked about, even in contexts where it is very obviously relevant... We talk about politics, for example, as if everyone behaves extremely rationally and logically even though it couldn't be further from the truth...
Our psychological 'issues' and 'neuroses' affect how we behave ALL the time and is the huge driving force behind most of what we do... maybe I'm missing something but it just seems like we hardly ever talk about that.
A piece about trauma and generational trauma, how we are products of the past, products of what we have experienced, and by achieving awareness, I think there is hope for change.
Honestly it's all very curious how society has, imo, just banished considerations of psychology and emotions in most areas of life... it just all seems strange to me and I wonder why or how it happened this way...
I dunno about you but I just feel like psychology/emotion is rarely talked about, even in contexts where it is very obviously relevant... We talk about politics, for example, as if everyone behaves extremely rationally and logically even though it couldn't be further from the truth...
Our psychological 'issues' and 'neuroses' affect how we behave ALL the time and is the huge driving force behind most of what we do... maybe I'm missing something but it just seems like we hardly ever talk about that.
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This artwork holds a special place in my heart.
I was often haunted by nightmares of being in a war, a refugee with a destroyed home, always on the run, always surrounded by gun fire and death and rape and PURE FEAR. I also noticed how WW2 movies and documentaries always made me sick (I felt like throwing up and needed to recover for a few days), while other war/battle stories didn't affect me as much. I never gave these things so much thought, however.
One day I went to trauma therapy, mainly because I had been sexually abused as a child three times, but there was this one time where I can't remember everything. I read it's part of PTSD to forget things, while it still haunts you inside dreams and incomplete flashbacks... which I suffered from, too. So I wanted to find out what I forgot, so I could deal with it. So I could heal.
Unfortunately, I couldn't remember what I had forgotten. But I did learn that the war dreams and WW2 thing was, in fact, an inherited trauma from my German grandmother. She was an innocent citizen (no nazi or anything), who had lost a lot, was raped by Russian soldiers literally 30 times until they thought she was dead and got thrown away like garbage. She got pregnant from it, and damaged herself so she would lose the baby. She is also a twin, lost her twin sister to war. I don't know if she got shot, or raped to death.
My trauma therapist told me that a trauma can last up to 5 generations.
But here is the odd thing: My grandmother has two children (after marrying a nice man), a son and daughter (my mother). Her SON inherited the trauma, and he has no biological children. But somehow the trauma went to ME!
So there is this... theory that, in the spirit world before birth, I decided to take the burden for the next generation. Out of love. Or some bullshit.
Yay me! :P
Anyway, the war trauma I learned to handle better now that I know where it came from.
Children always suffer from what adults are doing to each other.
I was often haunted by nightmares of being in a war, a refugee with a destroyed home, always on the run, always surrounded by gun fire and death and rape and PURE FEAR. I also noticed how WW2 movies and documentaries always made me sick (I felt like throwing up and needed to recover for a few days), while other war/battle stories didn't affect me as much. I never gave these things so much thought, however.
One day I went to trauma therapy, mainly because I had been sexually abused as a child three times, but there was this one time where I can't remember everything. I read it's part of PTSD to forget things, while it still haunts you inside dreams and incomplete flashbacks... which I suffered from, too. So I wanted to find out what I forgot, so I could deal with it. So I could heal.
Unfortunately, I couldn't remember what I had forgotten. But I did learn that the war dreams and WW2 thing was, in fact, an inherited trauma from my German grandmother. She was an innocent citizen (no nazi or anything), who had lost a lot, was raped by Russian soldiers literally 30 times until they thought she was dead and got thrown away like garbage. She got pregnant from it, and damaged herself so she would lose the baby. She is also a twin, lost her twin sister to war. I don't know if she got shot, or raped to death.
My trauma therapist told me that a trauma can last up to 5 generations.
But here is the odd thing: My grandmother has two children (after marrying a nice man), a son and daughter (my mother). Her SON inherited the trauma, and he has no biological children. But somehow the trauma went to ME!
So there is this... theory that, in the spirit world before birth, I decided to take the burden for the next generation. Out of love. Or some bullshit.
Yay me! :P
Anyway, the war trauma I learned to handle better now that I know where it came from.
Children always suffer from what adults are doing to each other.
As someone who has had to break the generational curse of "keeping quiet" about the abuse family members inflicted on myself and others, I feel this piece. Before the chain is broken, the pain and sickness seems unending. Ive never felt so much lighter in all my life deciding to cut off that part of the family after confronting them and they decided not to do anything about it. I feel as if my life is finally mine.
This piece is gorgeous, I always enjoy the subject matter, patterns and meanings behind your work. Thank you so much for sharing with us!
This piece is gorgeous, I always enjoy the subject matter, patterns and meanings behind your work. Thank you so much for sharing with us!
I immediately had the song "wild eyes" from Parkway Drive in my ears:
We build our dreams from the ashes of your nightmares
Carry our father's sins from the cradle to the grave
We blaze our path through the darkness that you left us in
Now we ride in the belly of the beast
We are the diamonds that choose to stay coal
A generation born to witness the end of the world
No regrets we inherit the sins of the fathers
Now reap the vengeance
We build our dreams from the ashes of your nightmares
Carry our father's sins from the cradle to the grave
We blaze our path through the darkness that you left us in
Now we ride in the belly of the beast
We are the diamonds that choose to stay coal
A generation born to witness the end of the world
No regrets we inherit the sins of the fathers
Now reap the vengeance
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