It's not like you're being submissive anymore. It's like you're letting go. You are changing. You are changed. You have found who you are. These things that happened have made you who you are. They can't be changed. You can't just forget they happened and try to be who you wanted to be, who you hoped to be, cause they did happen and they changed everything, forever. Like wanting to be a child prodigy. You can't do it once you're over a certain age. Can't go back.
Other people look at you and see only pieces. They can't see what you've gone through. They can't really understand. It's different for everyone. You can't be who they want you to be. You know who you are, but you're too afraid to tell them. They don't want to know. They couldn't listen. What if it were them? You wouldn't ask them that. The question alone is a pain you wouldn't want to put on anyone.
You wouldn't have wanted this for yourself, but it is what happened.
With accepting it, accepting your place in it, you defined yourself
around it. Once you came to terms with who you are, what you are,
you settled into the mold cast for you. You learned the rules of
this game. You learned to work with it. You found the good in what
would seem to have no good. They wouldn't understand that. They
wouldn't understand how there is a comfort in knowing the score, working
the game, being able to decide to let this happen to you. They wouldn't
understand how the things you could tell them, things that would make
them shiver with fear, or cringe with disgust, could seem like pleasant
memories compared to the other choices at the time. How a small reprieve
could make up for the other times of fear, pain, despair.
And you're still looking. Maybe someday things will happen that will change you more. But you'll be changing from where you stand now, not changing from what they don't want to see, to what they want to see. You'll be adding onto something that they don't even want to know about, so there's no telling where you'll end up.
My prayers are with you.
© J. Simon