Notes from the Slow Path

By Amy Elliott

So far I have heard two opposing and rather unappealing stories about my conception. I was the last child by a decade, and my father often used to call me an accident. More recently, I was told I was the instrument that kept my mother in her unhappy marriage for another 12 years.

I will probably never be certain exactly how much I was wanted, or for what reasons.

Photo by Danielle Voirin

Photo by Danielle Voirin

Growing up with my parents, and later their separate households and new partners, helped to cement my sense that I lacked worth. I was an encumbrance, a clumsy, moody liability who was generally yelled at, punished or ignored. I spent my teenage years in a pensive, petulant haze. There was no such place as home: in every dwelling I was an interloper.

I still carry this feeling today; in every circle, my very presence seems a presumption, making me comfortable nowhere. I qualify for enough psychiatric conditions to make a one-person mental hospital.

It is a profound indictment of the human condition that my case is very, very far from being unique. For many survivors, that fact is also an invaluable support.

Abuse can often leave a person feeling as though their life is a life sentence. There’s the guilt (albeit for another person’s crimes) and the sense of treading on eggshells; the notion that one is never quite free to be oneself; and the simple absence of the bubble of happiness that surrounds the more fortunate. Sadly, for many of us there are also insurmountable obstacles in the way of decent help, and of ultimate justice. Western society is still learning how to care for the mistreated.

In the meantime, I am continuing on my slow journey towards freedom. It’s a little like wading through treacle, and I sometimes have to remind myself that because I only got one ‘hiding’ as my father termed it, and because he never actually touched me inappropriately, I got away lightly. Because I have kind friends and some helpful family members, shelter and enough to eat, I am lucky. And after all, my experiences have given me better sensitivity, liberality and compassion. In a judgmental world, I feel blessed to have the gift of empathy, even though it can be like a thousand little pinpricks in my heart.

The problems with court justice mean that many of us will not find sufficient redress through legal means. However, we can still do ourselves the justice of reclaiming our identities. By accepting ourselves we can defeat the toxic messages we received from those who wanted us to believe we were worthless, or objects, or obstructions.

I am newly single for the first time in 14 years. I did not choose this, but I intend, consciously, to make it an opportunity. In respect to my brothers and sisters among the wounded, I pledge to honour myself, to live for myself on my own terms, and to defeat the misery that once crushed and overpowered a little girl.

I belong here. We belong here. You belong here.

Having brushed shoulders with ancient mythology, Alexandrian Wicca, Qabalah and tarot, Amy Elliott has finally become a humble and grateful student in the variegated and transcendent world of astrology, with intentions to hang out for at least a while. Her astrology practice website is

6 Responses to Notes from the Slow Path

  1. Michael Mayes says:

    I was on the verge of tears with a lump in my throat, an ache in my chest, and a weak spine reading this. It’s a story similar to what many of us have lived through. Thank you very much for sharing your story Amy.

  2. Pam says:

    Amy (if you don’t know it) do try Steering by Starlight, or, Finding your way by Martha Beck.

    up ‘n’ at ’em!



    • Pam says:

      (up ‘n’ at ’em is perhaps misleading – more a way to leave all this stuff behind and bring that up ‘n’ at ’em energy to your own life)

  3. A.j. says:

    Thank you so much for opening up and sharing! You are a great writer with a powerful story, and I enjoyed your style immensely. 🙂 Enjoy your day!!

  4. Liz says:

    Yes, thank you for your moving story, dear Amy – for your great sweetness and courage. (((()))

  5. Amy Elliott says:

    Thank you all, with much love xx

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