Growing up, I can’t remember a time when I was told I was stupid, but I always knew my family thought I was. I was too stupid to create a thought of my own, so they needed to tell me what to think. I was too dumb to figure out pretty much anything, so my father would need to guide everything I saw. My mother must have believed I had no mental capacity to remember, so she was free to be who she wanted to be. And free to do what she wanted to do.
You get the drift. They wanted me to believe I was stupid but I wasn’t stupid at all. In fact, I was smart enough to know I wasn’t dumb, they were.
If I had believed them, I wouldn’t have built a play area in my closet to get away from them. If I trusted their supposed words of kindness, I wouldn’t have secretly despised them and knew they were liars.
My dreams even sparked me on in truth. I knew my mind held the integrity to return it to me someday and that’s exactly what it did.
That’s not being stupid, is it?
The Bible says that the demons believe in God and quake in fear. Does that mean that stop being evil? Certainly not! The same was true when my parents tried to force me to believe their lunacies through their contrived stories that made them look better and made me look the fool.
When I married my first husband, he continued reinforcing the narrative that I was stupid. I couldn’t even make fried potatoes correctly. It seemed to me that most of the relationships I had, somehow cast a shadow of doubt on me and my mental capacity.
I had to stop believing them. I had to refute the idea that if there was a problem, I was the problem. I had to silence the voice that said, “If there is something wrong, it’s because you are stupid and allowed it.” These built-in thought patterns taught me that I deserved what I got and that I had no real voice or strength to change it.
When I would try and open my eyes to see the abuse I lived in, I was immediately swept away with a feeling of being stupid and trapped. Stupid because I believed I could do nothing about my circumstances and trapped because I had no power.
Today, with just a high school diploma, I operate two departments in a large law firm training and developing our people. I’m not stupid. I just needed to get away from stupid people.
In my life today, I try earnestly to spend my time with smart people, the kind of people who digest the truth and regurgitate it with full, raw honesty. They don’t hide from the accountability it takes to see the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
I don’t have time for those folks that water down any notion of what really happened in life.
These words of C.S. Lewis are staggeringly cool! I’d like to share them with you:
14 thoughts on “That’s Because I’m Stupid”
I sort of believe I’m stupid, and other times I’m quite sure I’m brilliant in things that matter. 🙂
But the old messages are always there.
Loves blown your way 💜
Oh GOD! I never thought I would meet anyone who was torchered that way. My mother called me stupid all of the time. I’m so glad I finally believed in myself and moved on to bigger things.
Abusers aren’t that unique! Glad you’re on to bigger greater things! You deserve that.
Awesome quote by C S Lewis my sister needs that at present.. letting go of all the untruths we were told can take a long time.. I was told I read too much.. I had to read to survive and make sense of the shit I went through. Luckily we both know better now.
Making sense out of the shit is a tough one. Maybe there is no sense to it and we just leave the shit behind. Loves to you today!
Thanks so much…needed it today..hugs in return..
That’s what people told me for a lot of years. Sense they couldn’t body shame me, they mind-shamed me instead. It was a blow to my self-esteem. Luckily, I stopped listening and they faded away! I’m so glad you’ve decided to take your power back and got rid of those negative parasites!
Negative parasites – great way to put it. Thanks, Cherie!
You’re welcome, Jodie! God bless you! ❤
Aaarrgghh! People drive me crazy with that, “you’re too stupid”. Have they any idea of the damage they cause.
I was called stupid by every teacher, and yes, you do come to believe it. It wasn’t til I was 36 that I eventually went to Uni to become a mental health nurse, and I realised, hey I’m not as stupid as I thought.
Love that 💜 blessings to your Sunday!