Nobody makes it into and through this life without a big measure of traumatization to our natural and innocent spirit of love. We are all sourced from divinity itself, not just from the biological birthing human parents.
There are two primary sources of collective traumatization that can occur. One is the unconscious acceptance of gender roles that are overlaid upon the biological distinction between male and female. Two is the mistaken teachings of several religions regarding the supposed sinful nature and worth of a human being, and the gender roles that often define that worth.
We do have a birth gender. We do have cultural expectations of what type of behavior is expected from those biological foundations.
Where the trauma occurs is through the power dynamics always explored between men, the highly competitive natures, the tendency for some to bully and intimidate others unlike themselves, and the relative unwillingness to be real about feelings. Unless one is on a sports team, the spirit of collaboration is often neglected in favor of rugged individualism or the so-called “American exceptionalism” that seems to dominate American society and economy. Schools used to be a highly competitive atmosphere, where grading on the curve was standard. Students not only had to learn the material, but they had to present their learning in such a way as to outperform their peers, lest they not be recognized for their attempts at excellence.
Women are expected to accept roles often defined by their religion. Christianity stresses women’s subordinance to the man’s wishes and minimizes the value of their voices and presence in groups. Women are seen as sex objects by many men, and many women conform to those perceptions by presenting themselves in clothing or attitudes that appeal to that lower evolutionary level of men’s needs. Women are seen as tools for procreation and the continuation of the family line, while supplying labor to the supporting economic engine of the culture in which they live.
Speaking of religion, religion in its toxic form is hugely traumatizing. As a child I was told that I would go to hell by other so-called religious kids for swearing or not measuring up to their standards of understanding and behavior. I was told that I was a sinner, and unless I believed that someone else died to save me from the penalty normally incurred by being a sinner, I was doomed to hell. This whole idea that Jesus died to save me was repulsive, the idea that Jesus had to sacrifice his own life to save me from my own innate unworthiness.
My spiritual experience of May 24, 1987 was a healing on several fronts from trauma. It brought me healing from the belief that I was unworthy of God’s love without first believing religious nonsense being peddled for two millennium about Jesus. It also brought healing to me to mend the separation from the divine feminine within me, which had been traumatized out of me through parental neglect and cultural propaganda.
