I'm not sdure I agree with this.
And that, Arnold, is how you know you've been better socialised than me.
It doesn't quite click with you because it already clicked with you, because all the recursive layers of your social interactions made it click for you.
The word I was looking for in the end paragraph of my previous post? That was the experiencing self trying to communicate and not being able to find a way to make it click with anyone or anything around it in a way that works.
When you're first born, nothing really makes sense. Your brain has to write its own programs based on the context and the data and get them up and running.
The people in your context, who provided the data to refine your context? They did it well enough for you, that it clicked. They did it well enough for you, that you were able to integrate everything into an oscillating whole that could cope with its context.
They didn't do it well enough for me, because the first thing I remember seeing was the physical violation of the body by the penis, and the first thing I remember feeling was wrong and I couldn't find anyone who could make it click together and make sense so I could stop the wrongfeel.
And every time I tried to express it, everybody told me I was wrong.
That's what patriarchal trauma does to you.
The first trauma counsellor I ever saw told me to find my inner child, and it just sounded like bollocks, because I'm not a little kid any more. Took me seventeen years to find it. She's in the last paragraph of my previous post, and she's real.
She's really real. She's as real as all the rest of us. She's me.
You don't quite get it, because your social-emotional-linguistic-behavioural processing systems are integrated well enough, and mine aren't, and that makes us different. But you're trying, and that's enough, because it's a start.
So what on earth do the rest of you point at, on the inside of your mind-sensorium, with the verb "to process" when you're talking about trauma and csa survivors? I literally couldn't connect the words to my self, and now I've figured out how, and I'd really, honestly love to know how everyone else connects the words to their self!
(Thank you Arnold for opening a door into the adjacent possible, that will allow us all to get better at healing the little girls who are sacrificed on the altar of the patriarchal dick in body as well as mind.)