When you love somebody, you are working on all barricades those are between you and your beloved one , and you are trying to let everybody know that you are in love. You would like to share your happiness with others and to encourage them in finding their love as well. You would like to love boundlessly and freely, which means the real fulfilment of love.
You are looking for that pure love from the very beginning of your life. You love your parents, your sisters and brothers, uncles and aunts, friends, acquaintances, neighbours, passing-bys, and if you have a healthy environment, you'll soon find out that in every earthly love there is a boundary. Still, you do not give up and you either start dreaming or looking after that love more passionately.
If there are people on your way who do not understand your search, or they do not know what love is, or do not have an already fulfilled love, your road becomes harder and your innocent research might go onto a wrong way, even your identity might be changed…
My example might show how deeply an identity can be changed if not being in harmony with the environment: I can not recall anything about the happening which resulted the change; only indirect signs are showing that it was not an innocent happening and I can only suspect it happened at the very early stage of my existence. That happening was between me and somebody who wanted to love me boundlessly. I was too young to understand it, only felt it. Later on, when I had to face with the boundaries of other’s love, I was completely confused, did not know why and where the boundaries of love are in general. I did not know whether the early experience with love was something normal and the rest of the so-called “bounded” love was abnormal, or oppositely. I did not get an answer to it for over 39 years.
I suspect that at the early years I could only feel an infant, naïve love without sexuality and the other one, with whom I met, felt a kind of love that included sexuality. This is the only explanation I can have for my present feelings and understandings and all my struggles I had to go through to become a part of humanity.
From that moment of being loved and of experiencing other loves’ boundaries, love became confusion in my life: for years I had to make reasonable explanations for any feeling I met because of this confusion.
I tried to turn everything bad into good, and I explained everything that was good. Never lived a living life; I cried because of indirect pains neglecting real personal harms and I was happy for indirect goodness I was witnessing: I was sorry for myself not because of myself, but because I thought this harm shouldn’t happen to anybody in general and I was happy to see somebody being happy even if it caused to me a lost.
At the age of 17 I met the One with whom I feel all the love and freedom. It happened unconsciously; I only felt the wind of love’s freedom. I knew I had a freedom and I instantly wanted to move all the outside boundaries as well, by telling everybody who I love and by showing how strong my love is. My love was not accepted and recognized: it was between two girls.
I had to be cured; I had to live a life of somebody else. That was the moment when I vividly got another identity that I had to wear for about 20 years. At the beginning I refused this identity by trying to commit suicide, later on I had to accept it, because my understanding of love changed again: I concluded that the love I got when being weak and irrational was more accepted and normal in life than my love I felt towards the One. This conclusion, and to protect my real identity led me to accept to play a role of a disabled person. My whole life became a prison, without understanding, acceptance, or loves to the real me.
I married to a guy who was also considered a disabled person, on a different level. We went through good times and bad times together. We were trying to help each other to understand the outside world and in searching for answers. We got a child that we adored the most. But I was never open to him; he did not know what my real harm was.
Partly because of this secret from my side and partly because of his secrets, our roads separated. After our divorce, still not knowing how and what the real love is in this world, I changed more dozens of partners, without other feeling only hidden pain and fear. I was voluntarily or unconsciously raped more dozen times. I did not want anything else than to get an answer, a judgment that will relieve me from this vicious circle.
Without any way out I started speaking with imagined friends, laughed and had good time with them and for at least a moment I got peace that I was so desperately looking for. At the same time I chased and was feared of shadows, because I thought that if I have imagined friends there might be imagined enemies as well, and if my imagined friends are there when I imagine them and they do no harm or misjudge me, there might be enemies who are here when I do not imagine them and they will do me harm and misjudge me.
After 20 years of vividly wearing other identity, I finally found my beloved one again. This time, although she lived her life she was not stacked into it anymore. I knew I had to confess her, only confession and proving my love towards her could save me and turn me to my real being.
The confession and the long way of struggling for my love led to allowance of being myself, not only in my flat, behind the closed doors, but on the streets as well, and – the most important thing – in the surrounding of my family.
Still, love is not the only most important thing in my life; finding my real me is the greatest success in my life.
The road of building up the real identity is very hard and it is one of the most interesting experiences in a life of a human being. During your life you meet people who are interested in you and they try to find out as much as possible about you. They question you and more-less reach the point of complete privacy: they start to question and check the consistence of your identity. It is quite acceptable that people build their relationship on this kind of research. But if questioning starts at your early stage and if the questions are cross-questions and they reach you before the skeleton of your identity strengthens, it may lead to identity-destruction. Especially if the questions are formulated on a way that cause you harm and are not encouraging but frightening.
When it looks like the questioning leads to a destruction of the real identity, it simply means that it is not allowed to you at all to be what you are and to think what you really think. Once - when and if you wake up - you start to suspect that this exchange of your real identity to another imagined one might be a result of some secret that you were a witness or victim of and you have to keep that secret hidden.
I am somehow sure that my early experience with that love was known by my family and it was tried to be buried somewhere in the deepness of the dark. As a matter of fact, this is the role of every victim, unless the victim refuses to be it anymore and would like to see the reality and face with the own pain and guilt of others. From the moment of my relief I realized that, even nowadays, people are questioning, but now I can divide and recognize the real curiosity from the intention of changing my self. In comparison with the past – these questionings are only traces.
Yet the most important thing is that I am aware of my feelings and I can show them.
I also know that if others do not understand or misunderstand my feelings or thoughts, I have to work on showing them more clearly and at the same time others have to learn me. If this leads to more misunderstandings, that does not mean I am not able to share them or that others are not able to understand them, but that there is no love at all…
And there is no meaning to be where there is no love.