Healthy relationships are perhaps the single most important foundation stone when building a fulfilling life. Here in the cult recovery circles, we know full well that discerning healthy ones from those that are fraught with coercive control is not always easy. Occasionally the best course of action is to cut ties. 

“The cwust is too haaawd,” wailed my three year old grandson when I handed him a piece of buttered toast. With a little nudging, he communicates his inclination clearly and asks for help. “Could you please cut off the cwust for me, gwamma?” He prefers to wear a doggie sock on one foot and a bunny sock on the other, rather than the traditional pairing. His delight in seeing the dog and rabbit side by side on his little feet dispelled my first instinct which was to insist on him wearing the socks, "properly". 

I am finding myself in a deep dive. I'm learning so much from clients, writing-to-reckoners, and through reading your email replies as well as a can't-put-it-down memoir, All Who Believed. Like layers of an onion, the importance of having and expressing one's opinion is being revealed to me, word by word, through those who were denied that birthright. 

When I was enmeshed in my ex-teacher’s narrative, it never occurred to me that I couldn’t change my mind at will. Part of Doug’s schtick included the idea that all CTL members were “free to come and go through the CTL revolving door.” And we did come and go. We could withdraw our membership and rejoin whenever we wanted to. As long as Doug approved, of course...

One of the best things about post- cult life is that I get to exercise my ‘freedom of mind’ muscles and change my mind when I need or want to. Today, I’m aware that this change may appear contradictory or unprofessional - and I feel vulnerable doing it - but that's not stopping me.

I am home. And so are you, according to Indigenous wisdom. 

On my return flight - direct from Barcelona to Montreal - I watched four short films by Indigenous filmmakers*. One included a scene where a grandmother and a girl of about 6 years are doing chores. The girl seemed content but I sensed underlying pain. In the midst of wringing out the clothes, the girl suddenly blurts, “I want to go home.” The grandmother says calmly, “I am home” a couple of times.

My focus will be on trip preparations over the next few days. Wish me the capacity to focus, simplify and savor home and family before leaving it and them for ten days. 

Truth be told: writing is hard for me - not always, but more than I like to admit. But I just did. I said, ‘writing is hard for me.” out loud. Grocery shopping can be hard for me too - but I have to do it.