Comments on: Truth Teller: A Poem about Finding the Beauty and Fragility Within the Strong and Destructive Parts of Ourselves http://www.goodtherapy.org/custom/blog/2008/04/14/truth-teller-a-story-about-finding-the-beauty-and-fragility-within-the-strong-and-destructive-parts-of-ourselves/ <<exploring healthy therapy & counseling>> Fri, 22 Aug 2008 00:50:24 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.6 By: lin http://www.goodtherapy.org/custom/blog/2008/04/14/truth-teller-a-story-about-finding-the-beauty-and-fragility-within-the-strong-and-destructive-parts-of-ourselves/#comment-8063 lin Thu, 24 Apr 2008 13:25:00 +0000 http://www.goodtherapy.org/custom/blog/?p=443#comment-8063 I get tripped up on truth. When I was hurt as a kid, the detectives and prosecutors were interested in specific facts. My therapist calls that the forensic truth. It has been my belief for all these years that it was the forensic truth that is most important. But forensic truth is absent of emotion. And my inability now to remember if I walked sixty feet or one hundred feet with to my perp's car causes me to question the truth. I insist there is an objective truth. But I have not yet found it. The emotional part, I am assured by my therapist is an important part of 'my truth'. Objectively, it seems superfluous -- dramatic -- operatic even. Yet it is the subjective, superfluous, dramatic, even operatic part that stays with me. Truth is a challenge all around. And when I accept that the objective or forensic truth is a judicial tool, my own truth will find its voice and hopefully its proper place. I get tripped up on truth.

When I was hurt as a kid, the detectives and prosecutors were interested in specific facts. My therapist calls that the forensic truth. It has been my belief for all these years that it was the forensic truth that is most important.

But forensic truth is absent of emotion. And my inability now to remember if I walked sixty feet or one hundred feet with to my perp’s car causes me to question the truth. I insist there is an objective truth. But I have not yet found it.

The emotional part, I am assured by my therapist is an important part of ‘my truth’. Objectively, it seems superfluous — dramatic — operatic even.

Yet it is the subjective, superfluous, dramatic, even operatic part that stays with me.

Truth is a challenge all around. And when I accept that the objective or forensic truth is a judicial tool, my own truth will find its voice and hopefully its proper place.

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