
Chances are, if you’re reading this, you’ve been told what to do and who to be for years. Maybe decades.
Chances are you’re still being told what to do and who to be, at least by someone.
We get those messages all the time.
We get told who we “have” to be, to be “worthy.”
We get told what we “have” to feel, to be “acceptable.”
The implicit message that comes with all those things is, if we DON’T happen to be that person or feel those things, that we’ll be rejected.
Abandoned. Maybe punished.
Sometimes the people who are laying those messages on us have good intentions, or at least they think they do.
They truly think that they’re doing us a favor by “making” us be and feel things that will make us more “sympathetic.”
Here’s the thing about many trauma survivors: we’re not uniformly, perfectly sympathetic.
We’re human. We’re imperfect.
We’re going to have our less than sympathetic moments and moods and verbalizations— not because we’re terrible, but because we’re real.
Us being “worthy” of existence, of support, of understanding, of safety, shouldn’t depend on us being perfect, or even sympathetic.
Have you ever heard the expression “the perfect survivor?”
That refers to a trope of a trauma survivor who is “perfectly” sympathetic— vulnerable but not too vulnerable, wounded but not too wounded, wounded in ways that don’t get in the way of being polite or kind…and, often, physically attractive.
That’s what the culture likes in its trauma surivors, or at least the trauma survivors its interested in acknowledging and supporting and making movies about.
But that doesn’t perfectly describe all of us, does it?
It certainly doesn’t describe me.
The reality is, your resemblance to the “perfect” trauma survivor has f*ck all to do with your “worthiness.”
It has f*ck all to do with whether you should be believed about your trauma.
It has f*ck all to do with whether you “deserve” support, or resources, or safety, or kindness.
Here’s to all my fellow “imperfect” trauma survivors.
The survivors who, like me, can be a pain in the ass.
The survivors who, like me, sometimes have a sh*tty attitude.
The survivors who, like me, often play out our trauma wounds in our relationships.
The survivors who, like me, don’t immediately get the benefit of the doubt because of the fortuitous placement of our cheekbones.
(Understand, I don’t have anything against physically attractive people— I’m just acknowledging how our culture’s assumptions about and attitudes toward physical attractiveness impact how our needs get addressed.)
We’ve been told for years who we need to be and what we need to feel to be “worthy.”
And it’s been mostly bullsh*t.
It’s BS that contributed to our BS (Belief Systems).
And it’s BS that we need to unwind in recovery.
That can start today.









