Truths Unseen — Closure

Happy weekend everyone.  Happy Canada Day.  Happy Forth of July weekend. 

I know you aren’t used to me making back-to-back posts, so I have disabled comments on this one. Instead, for those of you who haven’t seen yesterday’s post, I’m linking to the previous character study in Truths Unseen

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You are not mistaken.  I’m leaving Truths Unseen well… unseen.  From the beginning, I warned everyone that I might not be able to finish.  Then I said I probably wouldn’t complete it. Now I officially throw in the towel.  I’m definitely not able to finish telling that story.

There is one reason I’ve felt compelled to tell this story.  You didn’t see any hints of it in the 1930s “character studies” I shared. The reason would have gradually been revealed when Mattie’s daughter took a central part in the story.  

The reason it was important to try and tell this story is Munchausen syndrome by proxy (MSBP).  I’m not sure whether or not that name is still accepted as a syndrome.  Also there was always debate as to whether it was a mental disorder or plain child abuse.  Personally I categorize it as evil.  Simply evil.  

The term fell into my radar in 2001.  As I read about it I knew I had witnessed such. However, I could not find that article to share with you today.  Munchausen syndrome by proxy (MSbP or MbP) is a term often used when a caregiver or spouse fabricates, exaggerates, or induces mental or physical health problems in those who are in their care, with the primary motive of gaining attention or sympathy from others. (Wikipedia)

It tends to be overlooked because the “caregiver” is so friendly, kind, and helpful to medical staff — making their work seem easier.  That person is a skilled manipulator, always appearing worthy of sympathy.  In some cases they have even received important awards, because have played their part so well as “self-sacrificing caregiver” so well.

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Truths Unseen Closure

For those of you seeking closure for my failed attempt at the story that keeps coming back, demanding to be told… I’ll state some closing facts.  No, I can’t change the story to make it easier to tell, because that simply is not the story.  I won’t further sully the tale that way, because the story has already happened.

Clarence:  Lived a long life with which he was relatively content. However, due in large part to Mattie’s manipulation (and partly to an accident/back injury) he became a hermit.  He always lived in the shack on the barren ridge.  By the time he was an old man he only left the shack once every other week when Mattie (mostly to be seen doing good works) made him come home with her and Frank for an evening and a bath. Since he couldn’t bear to leave the house to take things to the dump, the shack became filled with stuff, pilled high, leaving slim trails to walk from room to room. When he died, Mattie was angry to realize that none of that “stuff” was salvageable. She never found the stash of money she was sure he had hidden there. Even so, Clarence kept a kind heart throughout his life.

Ben:  Grew into a marvelous sense of humor, was very outgoing and made friends easily.  He married a young woman whom Mattie complained was high falutin.  Mattie wouldn’t accept her sister-in-law.  The truth was that Ben’s wife was polished, smart by any definition of the word.  She, and through her Ben, saw through Mattie easily.  Mattie’s resentment drove a wedge between her and her younger brother.  They didn’t reconcile until after Ben’s wife died.  Ben was happy to renew friendships with Clarence and others in the family, determinedly looking past the truths he knew were thinly veiled. Meanwhile Ben developed a heart condition and died in middle age.

Frank:  Was devoted to Mattie through 50 years of marriage.  However, Mattie’s mean spiritedness and manipulation was like an infection in Frank’s heart. He became resentful and distrustful. More taciturn than ever, he was downright sullen.  When he retired, he did not leave his house (or his chair) for six months.  However, when Mattie died, Frank was the toast of the Golden Agers club (mostly women) for a year until he remarried.  He drove the bus for the group and traveled everywhere they went. He was happy with his new wife, but the core of darkness that infected his heart remained.  He nurtured resentments old and new, particularly of his son and one grandchild.

Mattie:  Her manipulative skills grew and she became increasingly mean spirited and filled with hatred.  It grew until her own hate ate her from the inside.  She was a fairly old woman when she eventually died, raving her hate for her old enemies, children, and grandchildren.

Mattie and Frank:  Had the girl and boy that Mattie imagined.  (After the kids were grown, to get extra money, Mattie insisted on taking in a foster child, never telling the child that he was not their own — until Mattie’s mean spiritedness allowed her to lash out at him as a teenager and spitefully reveal the truth.  Frank’s resentment and distrust fueled the situation.  He ran away, tried to return as a young adult, but the hate remained in Mattie and Frank, so the divide that was never healed.)

The boy was youngest and grew deeply resentful of the favored treatment his older sister got.  He was normal enough to see the wrongness of his family.  He left home as soon as he was old enough, had a long and unhappy marriage with nine children, before the marriage finally collapsed.

The girl learned every manipulative trick Mattie knew, and developed an entire collection of her own. But she was more than a user, more than simply controlling.  The darkness she took from Mattie was nothing compared to her evil.  For evil truly exists.  She married and had children of her own.  She got away with murder, quite literally, of one child (Munchausen syndrome by proxymental illness, child abuse, or pure evil?), and gave another a lifetime of torment with bizarre abuse and manipulation.  The tantrums from Mattie’s adult daughter were sufficient to stop anyone from interfering with her misdeeds. Everything she did was hushed up, or brushed away.  Her eldest child was from an early marriage and lived with Mattie and Frank, remaining unscathed, but buying into every lie and manipulation his mother presented.

The story doesn’t end there, but those are all the characters you’ve seen mentioned.  Either way, there still weren’t any happy endings. 

So there you have it.  I tried to live in the darkness of relating that story because I know it is important.  Unpleasant to hear, but important to tell…  I got further with this attempt than any other format in which I’ve tried to tell the story, but I wasn’t “ready” yet.  Perhaps I never will be.

More than ever, I need the sunshine.  I’m moving on to something whimsical and fun.  

Stay tuned for an announcement on Sunday!

Teagan

 

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Truths Unseen — The 1930s Part 3

Welcome back, everyone.  I’m muddling through with a brief post this time, continuing this “character study” series.

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But first, a BFF Update… Crystal had the huge growth removed last week. She bounced back in amazing form, regaining her appetite and personality.  Meanwhile we awaited the test results for what couldn’t be seen.

As with every detail of this experience, anything good is counterbalanced by something bad. The growth was cancerous.  Dr. Villar removed everything, but cautioned that “Cancer never sleeps.”  So I have to watch carefully from now on.  (I’m always waiting for the other shoe to drop, so nothing has changed there.)

It’s good that it was the kind of growth it was (how it was positioned)… but bad because it was in a place where that doesn’t usually happen.  Making him wonder if it wouldn’t appear somewhere else.  So my anxiety level has only improved a little.  Meanwhile, as long as Crystal is feeling good and happy, I try to take one day at a time.

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 A few people have said they don’t see the darkness in this story, and I agree… on the surface at least. Yet knowing the full story, I also know the darkness in which the seeds were sewed.  When I began this, the story that keeps coming back, demanding to be told… though I just don’t seem able to do the telling — my intention was to go all the way back and show the characters where the darkness took root.  Hence the Depression Era setting. 

I also wanted to show the life changing effect of that darkness on the people around them, even people who were not yet born, generations to come.

However, the depth of that light-less place is too much for me.  It’s too hard to swim to the surface, once immersed.  I don’t think I’ll be able to tell the story past the 1930s where the seeds took root.  

That said, I have a couple more “studies” in the Great Depression that I can share.  This one is short.  It’s from Mattie’s point of view.

1930s Part 3 

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Mattie Hardy and Frank Cutter were pronounced man and wife in the Runner County courthouse by the justice of the peace.

Some folks said a man wouldn’t have proper commitment or fidelity to the marriage without a church ceremony.  However, Mattie couldn’t bear the thought of that preacher’s wife having a hand in things.  As soon as Betty Sharp mentioned having a veil Mattie could use, she decided the justice of the peace would marry her and Frank.

Besides, Mattie had quickly learned how to control Frank.

As she grew from young girl to teenager Mattie figured out how to “make” people like her.  That usually involved whispering tales from one person to another or other tricks of words.  She arranged situations to suit herself.  Manipulating Frank was a piece of cake.

She even had old man Cutter on her side most times, and he was a crafty old codger, despite his fondness for whiskey.  Mattie reminded herself that despite what the preacher said, there was a big difference between enjoying a drink of whiskey and being a drunkard.  He was probably smarter than he looked.  She thought she’d better be mindful of the old Cherokee.

They handed paperwork to the clerk.  While they waited for the judge Mattie tucked her hand in the crook of Frank’s elbow, the way gentlemen and ladies did in films. 

She imagined the future.  She would tell him that she wanted to get a job, pretending she wanted to contribute to the finances, but Frank would forbid her to get a job, for the sake of his male pride.  She’d never seen him act that way, but she was sure, just the same.

After long enough that no one could gossip that it had been a shotgun wedding, she’d get pregnant.  They’d have two children, a boy to bring in money, and a girl to do the chores and help with cooking…  And none of it involved living in that wretched shack on that barren ridge.

Mattie adjusted the pillbox hat she wore in the reflection from the windowpane.  It was decorated with a bit of netting that she pulled down over her face.  Frank playfully lifted it up to kiss her.

They didn’t have a honeymoon.  Such things were foolishness for rich people.  Frank prudently put that money toward a house.  However, they didn’t have the house yet.  Clarence and Ben were happy to have them stay on the ridge with them, until the newlyweds could get a house.

Six months after the civil ceremony, Mattie still had not escaped from the shack on the dirt covered ridge… but she would.

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On a brighter note…

I rarely do birthday shout-outs, but I know two with such a close proximity to my own that I can’t resist.  Belated wishes for a wonderful birthday to Mary J. McCoy-Dressel!  Happy birthday to Christoph Fischer!  Many happy returns to you both.  

Mega hugs all around,

Teagan

 

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Truths Not as Unseen as Intended

Some of you figured something was up when you saw a mid-week post from me.  You were right.  I prepared the first episode of Truths Unseen, and scheduled it for this weekend.  Then I decided not to do that new, dark, unhappy story after all.  WordPress, ever monkeying around with things, wouldn’t let me unscheduled it.  So I became the monkey, trying to fix the schedule at a far distant date, because I didn’t want to delete the post… And you saw the result… Unseen was unexpectedly seenGirl Truths Unseen 1

However, your responses were so positive that now I’m even more torn about doing the story.  For years, many people have told me that the story needs to be told, that it might help someone.  But those people aren’t concerned about what effect the telling has on me.  I don’t know if I can bear living in that horrible dark place for the months it takes to write the story.  That’s why I changed my mind about telling it here…  Now it’s almost as if the story (or the monkeys) took itself out of my hands.

Kathryn Schulz said of The Great Gatsby, “It is the only book I have read so often despite failing—in the face of real effort and sincere ­intentions—to derive almost any pleasure at all from the experience.”  That’s what’s wrong with this story.  There is no pleasure.  The characters don’t grow.  There’s no happy ending.  At least that’s how it feels to me.

 

I honestly don’t know if I will be able to finish this story, so I decided not to start it… then the WordPress monkeys had their way with it.  So I guess I’ll give it a try.  I apologize in advance if I’ve started something I can’t endure finishing.

I’m linking this to the other post where the story begins.  I deeply appreciate the comments you’ve already made. Click here for the first installment.