Isolation - A Short Story About The Victim Child

This short story depicts an adult stuck in an experience from childhood. Thus, she carries her victim child with her wherever she goes and so isolates herself out of protection.
This is part of a series of short stories depicting other archetypal states such as the wounded child, saboteur and critic. Stories have a natural manner of triggering responses within, heightening and deepening our self-awareness. Overtime, such self-awareness leads to self-healing.
To delve deep into the above mentioned archetypes take a look at the courses I have available for you 'Archetypal Psychology' and 'More Archetypal Psychology'.

Transcript

The young woman walks down a busy street yet feels alone,

All her life she has felt alone.

She is always searching for new people to connect with,

Hoping that someone,

Or even better,

Some family will fill the hole in her heart.

Her own family never really understood her,

And over the years she drifted further and further away from them,

Especially after the divorce.

She watches the groups of people around her,

All laughing,

Chatting as people do when they have known each other all their life.

The emptiness in her heart feels as vast as a desert,

Will her thirst for human connection ever be quenched?

She sees a mom and daughter hold hands,

And is reminded of the last time she held her mom's hand.

It was one day while they were out shopping,

The mom was dragging her from one shop to another.

She never complained.

When she saw a dress,

Sparkling purple,

In a nearby shop's window,

She dropped her mom's hand and ran over.

As she was staring through the shop window in delight,

She fantasized about one day wearing this beautiful dress that her daydream was interjected by a sharp slap across the head.

Don't you ever run away like that again.

But mom,

Look,

Isn't it pretty?

Don't change the subject.

You are not allowed to leave my side,

Do I make myself clear?

She obeyed her mom,

Stuck to her side,

But vowed never to hold her hand again.

Her mom was always in control,

Even to this day.

She had to do what she wanted,

Otherwise there would be a harsh price to pay.

She had learned to keep quiet,

And slowly over time moved away,

Physically and emotionally,

So that she no longer felt victimized.

It was easier than standing up for herself,

She did that once,

And look where that got her.

She wouldn't dare do it in the open again.

It was safer to keep to herself.

Less pain.

Reviews

My mother never gave love or ever held my hand...have had a very long life filled with aloneness...no idea how to change this...tried many times in many ways...creating lasting connections seems very illusive.

Less pain by keeping to herself-the victim child. Sigh. Thanks for the deeper understanding with this story. 👗💜✨