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Shaina Fisher Galvas's avatar

My mom always talked about how I was the most rebellious preschooler she had ever encountered. Ages 2-5 every thing she told me to do I said no to. Every single time she tried to draw a line I would cross it. I had tantrums daily, sometimes becoming so angry I would lose my capacity to inhale and pass out. Then, at age five, after my bath I told her I wanted to become a Christian. I wanted to say the prayer. Not tomorrow, I insisted, now. And after that I was her most compliant, obedient child, never so much as uttering a complaint. It was her miracle story. And while I took it at face value growing up, it always felt so bleak. “I still feel all the feelings that make me bad,” I remember thinking, while I resolved to be as quiet as possible, because that is what made me good.

I have no memories of those years. By my late thirties I had been searching my past for some unremembered trauma. Something about the way all the block towers I had carefully assembled throughout adulthood were knocked over and scattered felt connected to those unremembered early childhood years. But you can’t remember what you can’t remember.

Then, in my gathering bits of autism data to piece together a new understanding of myself, I came across the term “pathological demand avoidance.” And the description that introduced PDA to me sounded notes of recognition in my body: “you tell a kid to put on their shoes and they refuse. Not because they won’t, but because they can’t. Their nervous system forms a threat response to your demand.”

My body remembered the lived experience my cognitive brain couldn’t access, and my trauma was named entirely by the miracle story my mom always told. I was having panic attacks multiple times a day and punished for them, for years, until at the age of five I found the inner resources to pursue a sense of safety through secure attachment. I called this “becoming a christian” and it was a decision to flawlessly internalise my nervous system response within a compliant body.

I’m honestly super impressed with my 5-year-old self for planning and executing a strategy that perfectly fit inside my parents worldview--like that’s some serious social analysis. But of course, 40-year-old me requires very different strategies to heal--strategies that the trigger existential terror of unmasking my bad, I attachable self. But I’m confident that that smart, sensitive, resourceful five-year-old grew into a smart, sensitive, resourceful 40-year-old who can find her way to safety and healing.

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Hannah's avatar

Yep, my conservative parents definitely bought into the authoritarian parenting style, especially because they had several "strong willed" kids. I can't speak for my siblings, but I'm not as inclined to cut them slack and say "they didn't know any better". The way they parented me, and the way they're now trying to parent their *grandkids* is not acceptable. The phrase "break their will" has been thrown around by my dad particularly. Nope. No thanks. If I ever have kids, I will not be leaving them with my dad for extended periods of time.

There's really no sense of a village for young parents who do things differently from their conservative parents. And they wonder why their kids don't want children 😂

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