I (Librarian) just can’t quite accept that we-Willow could be traumagenic because... seriously? Parents divorcing, dad and baby-me moving around a lot, severe enough trauma to cause us to become a system? It wasn’t even enough to give us CPTSD - that only came as a result of things that happened later; or rather, the early stuff made a shaky foundation that the later stuff built a wobbly broken house on top of. If not for both, we facets wouldn’t have CPTSD parts.
Yes, it was trauma, yes it affected us. But honestly it’s laughable to me to even consider that it would be enough to make us a traumagenic system. Our early years were mostly just confusing. Yeah there was neglect, yeah there was occasional verbal and physical abuse. Yeah there was things little me couldn’t handle. But not enough to split into parts over.
We facets don’t feel like we’re one person split into parts. Not like our CPTSD parts feel. We feel like... well, facets. Parts of a whole that belong together as parts of a whole, perfect just the way they are. Not a shattered mirror - the CPTSD parts being like cracks in each of us’s mirror-self. But we feel like the facets of a gem, one overall identity, shining through several different faces and mini-identities. Cut and polished and sculpted this way, not broken this way.
I don’t want to say that this wouldn’t be trauma enough for someone else. Please don’t read this and think that I’m saying that. If it was trauma enough for you, it was trauma enough for you.
I just can’t believe it was enough for us. And. It just didn’t affect us in that way - we were and are the way we were and are because that’s just how we experience wholeness - through the lens of multiple facets of self-hood. One Willow trunk, multiple little branches of self.
When we were little, we moved into a house that had two apple trees in the front.
One tree had been cut in half by lightning; neither side died, but both were weakened, and you could clearly tell where the lightning had hit and split the trunk. The edges were jagged and rough, too, and it took a long time for bark to grow back in the seam.
The other tree’s trunk split more naturally halfway up, making perfect smooth little ledges for sitting on and waiting for the school bus.
Our CPTSD parts feel like the first tree. The edges are sharp and ragged, the emotions that trigger those parts raw and painful still.
But we facets feel like the second tree. The edges between us are clean and smooth and natural feeling.
It’s not just that the trauma doesn’t seem enough. It’s that the trauma doesn’t seem to have broken us four apart from each other, nor put enough stress on us to keep us from integrating. We grew bark between us because we grew in different directions, not because something sharp and painful hit us and split us and forced us to grow bark to protect ourselves from the elements.
What hit us were little stresses. Enough to fray the edges of our branches of self, but not enough to pull us apart at the seams.
And trying to make myself believe otherwise would be like trying to make myself believe we’d been struck by lightning. It just wouldn’t jive with what we remember and how we are.
We’re four people in one brain, sharing an overarching, gestalt identity, (and sharing a body and brain with a handful of others separate from us Willows.) That’s just who and what we are, not because of trauma, but despite it.
And I'll fight anyone who dares try to pressure us into believing otherwise.