I am currently doing DBT therapy and the old topic of ‘Nature V Nurture’ came up. We went around the class and everyone was asked were you more ‘emotional’ or ‘sensitive’ growing up in comparison to your siblings. It came round to me and I said ‘well, I didn’t grow up with my siblings but I am definitely more emotional than them now’.
So this all made me think, because I don’t really have anybody to compare myself to as a child. Was I an emotional child? Was it inevitable that I was going to grow up to be a ‘sensitive’ or ‘emotional’ adult?
I remember as a child always being a bit of a rescuer. If there was a new child in my class or the child that use to get picked on, I was the one who befriended them. Thinking about that now, did I do that because I had a big heart and wanted that child to feel welcomed and happy or did I do it because I felt ‘more than’ because they were in a vulnerable position and I felt ‘better than’? So many questions and no real answers.
My conclusion is that I personally think the answer is a case by case basis. I think it can definitely be either which is why it is so important when you have a child to ensure that they not only are given everything they need; a roof over their head, be well dressed and clean, eat the right foods, have manners and understand right from wrong, have an education etc but also know they are well loved, cared for and have responsible adults to show them by example how to be a decent person.
In my case, I believe my situation was ‘nurture’. Having said that I am pretty sure my father has some mental health issues that were never addressed, so it could be argued that it was also nature. Realistically though, I read that babies have the ability to know and miss another human being by the time they are 9 months of age. For the first year of my life I lived in a house with both parents and 4 older siblings.
At 13 months my mother passed away and three of the four siblings went to live elsewhere. My father then went on to have a myriad of different relationships most women of which I grew to ‘love’ very quickly and then they left due to a relationship break up with my father. I am able to clearly count 14 such women up until I left home at the age of 19 which included a further two marriages. In between partners there was frequent sexual and physical abuse and other horrible incidents I won’t even mention.
Now, here I am in my mid 30’s with a diagnosis of Borderline Personality Disorder, Bipolar 1 or Schizoaffective Disorder, PTSD, OCD, anxiety and severe depression. My Psychiatrist is of the opinion that the Borderline Personality Disorder is the “biggest” of my problems.
Sometimes I think, I’m not that bad, no idea what all the fuss and medication is for. Then at other times I have a moment and think, ‘you know what, I don’t think it’s normal to have a conversation with someone and think so deeply about what they have said and think about what they REALLY meant and then cry hysterically for a period of time before sitting on the floor in a complete mess cutting myself with a razor blade’ I don’t think it’s ‘normal’ to go rushing to the medication cupboard and shove as many pills into your mouth as you can while washing it down with alcohol and lay in bed hysterically crying just waiting to die. I never for a moment thought that this wasn’t what everyone else did.
In my case, I believe my situation was ‘nurture’. Having said that I am pretty sure my father has some mental health issues that were never addressed, so it could be argued that it was also nature. Realistically though, I read that babies have the ability to know and miss another human being by the time they are 9 months of age. For the first year of my life I lived in a house with both parents and 4 older siblings.
At 13 months my mother passed away and three of the four siblings went to live elsewhere. My father then went on to have a myriad of different relationships most women of which I grew to ‘love’ very quickly and then they left due to a relationship break up with my father. I am able to clearly count 14 such women up until I left home at the age of 19 which included a further two marriages. In between partners there was frequent sexual and physical abuse and other horrible incidents I won’t even mention.
Now, here I am in my mid 30’s with a diagnosis of Borderline Personality Disorder, Bipolar 1 or Schizoaffective Disorder, PTSD, OCD, anxiety and severe depression. My Psychiatrist is of the opinion that the Borderline Personality Disorder is the “biggest” of my problems.
Sometimes I think, I’m not that bad, no idea what all the fuss and medication is for. Then at other times I have a moment and think, ‘you know what, I don’t think it’s normal to have a conversation with someone and think so deeply about what they have said and think about what they REALLY meant and then cry hysterically for a period of time before sitting on the floor in a complete mess cutting myself with a razor blade’ I don’t think it’s ‘normal’ to go rushing to the medication cupboard and shove as many pills into your mouth as you can while washing it down with alcohol and lay in bed hysterically crying just waiting to die. I never for a moment thought that this wasn’t what everyone else did.
So what’s do you think about Nature or Nurture?