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Eric Larson's avatar

The metaphor of the funhouse is an excellent one. It recalls both funhouses as a source of trauma (such as in horror films) as well as a place of amusement by which we see ourselves as distorted while having awareness that this is not our genuine self. Both represent polar opposites of the narratives by which we can come to regard ourselves.

You speak primarily to childhood experiences here. While I had a share of those distorted voices growing up, I was blessed to have caregivers and other significant adults who were able to perceive me and reflect that back positively. The relatively recent loss of them has been a journey unto itself.

In adult life, I experienced a very complex relationship (is there any other kind which is more than short-lived?) in which my partner both saw and did not see me, sometimes simultaneously and to different degrees. The distortions that they expressed have been a part of my never-ending journey towards self-knowledge. I’m coming through that challenging phase now, resetting my own perceptions. It’s a nuanced and gradual process. I’m very blessed to have a partner now—my wife—who sees me as “whole, able, and complete, just as [I am] and just as [I am] not.”

Thanks for another insightful and helpful piece.

Steph Fonteyn's avatar

It’s fascinating and validating to read words that explain why I experienced what I’ve experienced. And I am grateful to have met people who reflect without distortion, even if only later in life. Thank you for writing about the funhouse.

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