Age, Identity, and the Broken Vase
So, it’s late, I’m tired…but, I had to share, and of course comment. My friend Liss, Executve Director of Take Root, an organization created by and for survivors of parental abduction (http://takeroot.org/) posted to her blog today and I really connected and wanted to make a point about why what happened to me (and has to many others) 36 years ago is still so relevant today. Identity. Liss really hit on someting important in her blog post. Who are we? How does our identity form? and what happens when that process is ruptured? When our self, who we are or who think we are, is dislocated? And, for me as a gerontologist, I wonder what does it all mean for our future selves?
From a life course perspective the abduction experience and the related dislocation of self and identity rupture are extremely intriguing. Planting my feet firmly on the ground for any period of time is extermely difficult for me. Part of who I am is rooted in that early experience of my dislocation of self, that identity rupture that occured and never came fully back together. Like a broken vase, glued back together, but never again that perfect fit, never again able to find that smooth edge where there used to be one full piece of glass. There is instead, a rough edge, a damaged edge, a side that can be hidden but, no matter which way you turn it, no matter how beautiful the flowers that fill it, it’s still there. That’s my point. And, what it means for our future selves remains to be seen.