You are not a victim. You’ve likely been victimized at many points, almost certainly by your parents. Likely extended family. Definitely by school and clergy. But does this make you *just* a victim? Probably not. You’ve done some evil pal. Maybe a lot of it if you haven’t begun the process of making restitution to the ones you’ve harmed. Many people learn the tricks and trade of psychology/philosophy and weaponize it against others. Hey look, the hero doth become the villain. See how that works? Stew in your fetid juices long enough and become a murder meal. Get enough diagnoses and labels thrust upon you and watch it hollow you out. Depressed? Bipolar? Manic? My friend, your parents harmed you, and you have a bad conscious from harming your brother. Have you fornicated with a score of women? Brother, those were daughters, sisters, and nieces. But here’s where things get messy, they too were doing the demonic dance, so they’ll spread it to their offspring, and the world at large. The kids pay the ultimate price.
I’ve seen this happen countless times, and am not immune to it myself. I’ve bumped into women (not sexually) who have been raped. As the third world pours into the first, everyone will encounter them. They are some of the cruelest mothers imaginable. Their capacity for pair bonding seems irreparable. They yell, hit, and neglect their children with nary a care. I was raised by such a person, and the amount of heavy lifting I’ve had to do to escape her rape was Herculean. Fuck her. And also fuck all the mothers and fathers who hid an “aborted” sibling from the living ones. They all know a ghost roams the home. They smell the body. They see the death in mommies eyes. The secrets we keep shall haunt us in our sleep, right? Didn’t we use to have Nursery Rhymes for this stuff?
Narratives go hand in hand with the victim complex. Oftentimes a person lies to themselves enough that it becomes “their truth”. Watch as they endlessly try to rope you in with their tales, such as
“He slipped something in my drink”
“Mommy couldn’t afford a baby”
“I had a depressive crisis, that’s why I ___”
“She asked for it, bro”
“We did the best we could”
“God has already forgiven me”
“My friends all agree with me”
The list goes on and on. Until we start taking accountability for the choices *we* make, we harden to a point of total unreason. Maybe if everyone’s an asshole, it may be you? Therapy is something I recommend, but I almost want to preface that you should have some moral clarity before entering. Be familiar with UPB or the Ten Commandments. Push back against endless listening without any moral indignation on the part of the therapist, especially if you reveal some evil of your own. Many people go into therapy because the state mandates it, or they’ve been bullied into it, or they are narcissists. I imagine that just arms people with more bullshit bullets they can then in turn shoot at you—scary stuff. The work doesn’t even stop once the hour elapses. How many people commit to the work laid out in therapy? How many people omit key insights to clutch their power-seeking?
The older I get the more it seems that it is upon a noble few to keep the torch alight. It will probably take a generation or two to kick-start an Age of Reason befitting of the virtuous. Peaceful Parenting is at its nascency. Bitcoin is ascendant. Heil Hitler bro (I’m having fun). Let us get to it. Let us shake the stories we tell ourselves! Let us embark on a journey of Worldly Regeneration so the skeletons can finally be buried.
