There are three groups that people who had bad childhoods belong to.
I’ve learned over the years that a bad childhood is a specific thing. It’s not being poor, or living in chaos or even necessarily being abused though it often does contain all those things. Abuse especially.
It’s something more particular than just I was abused/neglected/mistreated. Whatever the mechanism, it’s when a child comes into adulthood with a feeling that they are inherently worthless.
The first group are those who get crushed under the weight of it. The weight of “worthlessness” is real and most people break under it. Bad childhoods predict worse outcomes on almost every measurable dimension income, health, relationships, addictions etc… this is the largest and most common group. We interact with people like this often, unfortunately bad childhoods are not rare.
A second smaller group are those who actually find peace with it. Usually through therapy or faith or time. They become healthier and happier. They find worth inside themselves. They reframe the experience and begin to tell themselves a new story about why they are worthy of love, affection, care etc… they go on to have happy and fulfilling lives. They spread love to others because they remember what it felt like to be worthless. We sometimes meet a wonderful person like this. They are beautiful souls.
The third group are ultra rare. They are the ones who neither heal, nor allow themselves to be crushed by the weight of the wound. It creates a motor that never turns off, and it’s why people with bad childhoods sometimes succeed at extraordinarily high levels. These are the people who attempt to justify their existence with external achievement. They set out to show the world they do have worth.
The ones who succeed stay inside the wound long enough to let it drive them somewhere, without letting it kill them along the way. This is a painful and costly archetype because the task itself is infinite by design. Every success gets metabolized in about 72 hours and you’re back to needing the next one. It’s genuine rocket fuel, and it never stops burning, but it comes with a heavy cost. You can’t resolve an internal wound with external achievement. The survivors who transmute the wound into achievement are visible precisely because they’re the rare exception. We usually see these people on tv. We often admire and lookup to them.
I’ve known people in all three groups. The first deserve more compassion than they get. The second have something the third will spend their entire lives chasing and never quite reach. And the third will build things the world remembers, and die wondering if it was ever enough.
I’ve learned over the years that a bad childhood is a specific thing. It’s not being poor, or living in chaos or even necessarily being abused though it often does contain all those things. Abuse especially.
It’s something more particular than just I was abused/neglected/mistreated. Whatever the mechanism, it’s when a child comes into adulthood with a feeling that they are inherently worthless.
The first group are those who get crushed under the weight of it. The weight of “worthlessness” is real and most people break under it. Bad childhoods predict worse outcomes on almost every measurable dimension income, health, relationships, addictions etc… this is the largest and most common group. We interact with people like this often, unfortunately bad childhoods are not rare.
A second smaller group are those who actually find peace with it. Usually through therapy or faith or time. They become healthier and happier. They find worth inside themselves. They reframe the experience and begin to tell themselves a new story about why they are worthy of love, affection, care etc… they go on to have happy and fulfilling lives. They spread love to others because they remember what it felt like to be worthless. We sometimes meet a wonderful person like this. They are beautiful souls.
The third group are ultra rare. They are the ones who neither heal, nor allow themselves to be crushed by the weight of the wound. It creates a motor that never turns off, and it’s why people with bad childhoods sometimes succeed at extraordinarily high levels. These are the people who attempt to justify their existence with external achievement. They set out to show the world they do have worth.
The ones who succeed stay inside the wound long enough to let it drive them somewhere, without letting it kill them along the way. This is a painful and costly archetype because the task itself is infinite by design. Every success gets metabolized in about 72 hours and you’re back to needing the next one. It’s genuine rocket fuel, and it never stops burning, but it comes with a heavy cost. You can’t resolve an internal wound with external achievement. The survivors who transmute the wound into achievement are visible precisely because they’re the rare exception. We usually see these people on tv. We often admire and lookup to them.
I’ve known people in all three groups. The first deserve more compassion than they get. The second have something the third will spend their entire lives chasing and never quite reach. And the third will build things the world remembers, and die wondering if it was ever enough.
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