Sunday, August 31, 2014

my aunt the catholic sister that tried to stop me, the homeless and moving forward?

i have been really challenged of late but moving around Portland and seeing true homelessness give me and would give anyone a new and enlightening prospective. then last night i could not see because of my eye infection which is worse due to my anxiety. I thought in the moment that what if I lost my eye sight and what would happen to me? this truly scared me in the moment. also on the train I see men and women that really, really ..... the homelessness is a result of mental illness and with it the physical damage it does to the person over time.

i saw a guy who was, no idea his age, could be my age but his skin was like leather and thought maybe this was due to the harsh living conditions over the years. personally i could not survive true homelessness now because of how feminine i have become and the loss of muscle mass would make me a big target for any predator.  i consider myself lucky to be in the position i am now, very lucky, thank god.

then i was working out today and even with my initial stretches on the floor i had the urge to see if a vagina was between my legs and this caused me to cry uncontrollably.this is becoming a bigger problem as my body appears more and more feminine by the day. the workouts are increasing in intensity and today i felt the power of my legs coming back in a different way. i run straight then to the side as my body and mind communicate how i am suppose to run. but very quickly my muscles in my legs are developing and now my back is beginning to feel the run. FYI i found out the hill i am starting to climb is called MT. Scott. the incline is much more than the hill from downtown Portland to the VA.  I simply don't know how not to succeed eventually.

however in my pain is the thought that i will neverrrrrrrrrrrrr everrrrrrrrrr be able to be me in my 20-40's? and why? as i cry there is no reason. i was kept in a cave in my apt for decades because i feared total rejection and homelessness and true death because of who i am .  now i come to downtown Portland today and i realized today that I come everyday because in the past i was locked in a excuse me F---- cave. in 2009 I lived in the cyber sex world because if i came out as me i could have died and no one would cared, not one person but maybe a few in my family. more than likely not even my grandmother could openly support me in Altoona.

now i live with the fact that i am happy, well almost, for the first time in my life. but i know as i ccryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy and cryyyyyyyyyyyyyy and cryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy that i will never be allowed to know who i could have been. I really thought today .. i wanted to be a flight attendant so i could travel and get out of Altoona when i was growing up and into my adulthood. this was not a passing thought and even in my 30's i explored before my daughter was born. i was not allowed to be me in my family and no matter what i did i could not fight my entire family and the culture of a small town.

plus my aunt, excuse me that bitch, as i finally put together what she brought into our family. so she was a catholic sister who was trained from the prospective of the 1940's in the catholic church ways between 1950-1972. but in 1961 when we moved back to PA from CA she taught my mother to bare ass spank us to make us do as we were told by our mother.I remember vividly she spanked me and then i told my grandmother. but when my grandmother could not stop her daughter she told me to tell my father about the spanking and he stopped them.

her prospective was that men have a specific role in society and women have a supportive role with men which was taught to her in the 1950's. also divorce was rare because it was frowned upon very harshly by the church and other members of the church. also it is apparent that she elevated her beliefs from  spare the rod spoil the child. she believed in literally brute force to get a child to comply with a parent's demand. my grandmother told me more than once your mother and aunt were not raised like this Donnie. she also said I am not happy with them either.

so my aunt deployed her harsh values and used money and her relationship with my mother to attempt to instil her values from the 1950's upon our family. she had to believe that children can be taught to do whatever you want if you use enough force. hence one day she told me " remember you thought you were right handed." yes i was punished until i used my right hand and brute force made me comply in a world that belittled me at the age of 5.  My aunt almost has to believe that this is the way of god and otherwise  acknowledge if there is a different way this would shame god and mean the moral decay of society.

she is the one that brought shame under god's name to our family. Because of her harsh values of doing things one way and her own mental illness it divided our family. each time I saw what she did to my siblings i would tell my grandmother. my grandmother would confront my mother and her sister on the act. this made my aunt and mother very angry but my aunt was furious that I would not comply and I would tell her mother everything.

even when my sister would not comply they, both my mother and aunt would slap her face. i told my father what i saw after talking to my grandmother and my father, the street fighter, got in my aunt's face about hitting my sister. so then only my mother slapped my sister's face as my aunt directed the act. my aunt on many occasions would infer to my mother or grandmother that she knew better because she was or had been a catholic sister. my grandmother would shake her head in disguise and say, " mary Jeanne."

so there was no way in the world genetic female or me could be a flight attendant in Hollidaysburg PA because my aunt, not my grandmother, told my mother how everyone should act in our family. Also it seems like you were told what you should do, live in the small town and produce more children that knew the way of god from my aunt's prospective.

 my grandmother pushed me to get out of the small town and told me she regretted not traveling more than she had in her live in her 60's.  my mother had the imagine of me working in the railroad shops and I told her" i don't do manual label." she said, " that is right you are lazy." I then said," no i have picked enough rocks in my life .. no more manual labor for me." i told my mother i will go to the marines then Penn State like my uncle did and use  the GI bill monies to go to college. then when I attended PSU she said," if you brother was not married he would be in college too." well I am here." i know she detested me because i had defied her and her sister's world and ended up in one of the best schools in the country. often my mother said to me you are just like your grandmother and at times  she said this in front of my grandmother and my grandmother and I would just laugh. my mother would say this is not funny and you and your grandmother do not understand the world. my grandmother would weigh in and say," listen Connnie I raised you and your brother and sisters during the great depression.... "

i get the fire and drive from my grandmother who nurtured it from a very early age. she gave me hope and a desire to become me, Rachel. she knew i was feminine and she was the first to help with make up and help me put on my first bra and dress.

as i have said so many times without the women  in my life there would have been no rachel. i just did not know that the first woman was my grandmother.  she gave me the safe space like i have today to be me. not many are this lucky but i am and thank god.

i am pulling out of my maladaptive dreams via ... well i am trying it is not easy and does not work all the time... but " live now and more forward, does this thought help me heal? so much points back to my childhood and my thought process was elevated with my sales background and goal setting which I modeled from Zig Ziglar.

i will be lucky to survive this journey next yr but i am doing my very best to tell the true story.

thank you

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