Rejection
Rejection has been a very big deal for me. I was rejected by my mother and I have never recovered from it. The last time I saw her, when I was nearly forty and when she was dying from cancer – she made it clear to me that as far as she was concerned I didn’t exist. And it seems to me that in my adult working life I was treated in much the same way – as if I didn’t exist.
Rejection and the inability to be are intimately related. Both are lethal. It amazes me that psychology has not recognized this. Perhaps this is because rejection one of those things contemporary society is saturated with, but does not want to recognize.
It has rejected the world (or reality). It only believes in a reality it creates for itself, and it can control for itself – as it pleases. This is insanity, pure and simple.
Reality, in turn, has rejected it – as it always does – as it has rejected many beings who could not cope with reality.
People also find themselves unacceptable, and are busy destroying themselves. They know what they are supposed to do.
