Spring tries to kill me. With its pollening and its storms and tornadoes, I'm in hell from mid-March to the first frost; but August upsets me.
When I think about my younger years, the front of my brain, I swear before Jesus, starts to itch, the way it did when I was a kid. When I was a kid, I was stuck between an older sister who was our only babysitter, and therefore an unquestioned authority figure, and a younger brother who was a violent asshole- a violent asshole whose every brutal outburst was excused by the early 1980s term "hyperactivity." Hyperactivity was caused by "artificial" coloring and flavoring in food- not by the fact that he was, and is, a jerk. That "hyperactive" ass-hat of a brother once threw a large metal cowboy belt buckle at me so hard that when I slammed our bedroom door, just in time, the buckle embedded itself into the wood of the door. This act was blamed on the (absolutely "natural") orange color in some cheddar cheese he'd eaten earlier that afternoon. This was not an isolated, nor an infrequent, incident. This was my childhood. This, on top of being raised in a high-control religious group- a cult- was my every day. Both that older sister and younger brother were born in August. August- the scorching hellhole of months.
The parents that excused his abusive behavior spanked us every day, with a red electrical wire, a leather belt, or a wooden spoon. Poor me, I know.
Add that crap to the fact that the religious sect I was raised in didn't allow the celebration of any holidays. We had no Thanksgiving, no Christmas, no Halloween, no birthday parties. February should have a been a respite, but Valentine's day found me sitting in the elementary school office with my brother and the secretary who resented us for nearly always being late for school, thanks to my mother, and for taking up her time on holidays, when she had to play babysitter.
Back to my problem with August. I hate August. August is hot and dry and dusty like the blond hair of my problematic brother and sister.
I had no way of fighting against this:
- Deny: The perpetrator denies the abuse or wrongdoing that they are accused of.
- Attack: The perpetrator attacks the accuser, often trying to undermine their credibility or character.
- Reverse Victim and Offender: The perpetrator attempts to portray themselves as the victim and the accuser as the offender.