Do you want to know about administrating Rosetta Stone? That’s where I’ve been.
Do you want to see me in Tempe, Az at North American Discworld? That’s where I’m going.
No? Let’s do this instead.
I want to link you to Greg Frost’s recent journal concerning the kidnapping of Jaycee Lee Dugard who recently returned home after being held for 19 years by her kidnapper, who raped her and fathered her two children. Greg’s thoughts about Jaycee and Shadowbridge are worth your time.
The situation makes me think. A lot. About my own childhood. Many of you have heard me allude to the abuse in my background, both parents, full guns a-blazin’. Unfortunately, when you grow up in the world of abuse, that is baseline normal. You make strange, strange assumptions that the rest of the world is like the one you know. As you begin to understand that this is not the case, your world stretches and dialates.
What helped me refocus myself during such a situation was that I developed a rapacious capacity for mythology and folklore at a very early age. I imagined an alternative life for myself. I was the one who didn’t fit in my environment, like the heroes of mythology, or the misplaced princesses in the woods. It is true that I came to see myself more as the misfit in the stories and tales as I was older, but my youngest expression of a fantasy life was to imagine that someone would find me and take me away from where I was because I was truly something else.
I can’t speak for Jaycee’s situation. I know that in mine, if there hadn’t been the old stories, and then the fiction written by minds that were rich and speculative, I probably wouldn’t have gained the ability to imagine myself anywhere else, and it wouldn’t have led me to eventually recreate myself as something else. It gave me something else to focus on besides depression and despair.
If I can wish Jaycee and her children anything, I can wish them the hope I drew from fantasy novels, the certainty I gained from them that, regardless of what happened around me, I was something more and better than horror and exploitation, and the ability, even though it took a lot of work, of truly becoming an entity apart from where I started.