Undiagnosed Disorders in Past Lives?

[Rijeka7]

Does anyone have a past life where they may have had a disease or disorder that went undiagnosed?

Earlier this year a most incredible thing happened to me.

I have known of a past life of mine for about three years in which I was a very upset and angry child. I threw tantrums but was also incredibly violent and destructive. I remember telling my nanny that I wanted to kill myself, even when I was 7-9 years old. I don't remember how I died in that life, maybe I'm not supposed to remember yet, but something tells me I committed suicide eventually. I don't have memories past the teenage years.

At any rate, earlier this year I came upon a movie called Child of Rage. It was a complete accident actually, I was looking for full movies to watch on YouTube and this one came up haha. As I watched, it hit me so powerfully, I was bawling my eyes out. This child behaved just as I had, and there was a name for it: Reactive Attachment Disorder. Of course, hundreds of years ago, there wasn't a name for it, and the only 'therapy' I got was unprofessional; there was one caregiver who could calm me down like no one else. But just to realize that it was real, that it happened to and happens to others, was such a weigh off my shoulders. After the film, I did some research on it, and the most telling thing was the cause of RAD; child abuse and neglect, which I also most definitely suffered from in that incarnation. It was just an amazing, enlightening journey and has helped me find peace with that life, and a feeling of legitimacy to my emotions about it.

So, has something similar to this happened to anyone else? If you have a past life in which you struggled mentally or physically for some particular reason, I highly recommend researching your symptoms. I'd never heard of RAD before stumbling across it; you may find out something about your past self you never realized before.

 

[Ghost of Gumby]

There is one memory that stands out from my past life in the mid19th century. I was an orphan girl. My parents had been brutally slain by Civil War soldiers on our horse farm near Louisville, Ky. I saw my parents being killed, and this affected me emotionally for the rest of my life as Ginny. I had to go live in an orphanage in Louisville. I recall laying on a blanket that was spread out on the front lawn of the orphanage. I was in a dress, laying in a fetal position face down, with my legs drawn up under my belly. I would stay in this position for a long periods of time. I did not talk to anyone. I had become mute. I remember that there were some women standing in the walkway wearing wide gathered dresses so long they went all they way to the ground. One lady was talking to a well dressed man in a suede suit.


I don't know what they were discussing. I just remember feeling so sad, lost, alone. I could hear them talking, perhaps they were talking about me. But I did not want to talk to anyone, I just wanted everyone to leave me alone. This may have been in the early days at the orphanage, when I withdrew into a world of silence, I hung my head, and did not respond when I was addressed by adults. I chose a posture of resistance. I became uncooperative, at times unruly. The well dressed man and spiffy woman were there to help me come out of my isolation, to try out some 19th century psychology on me. I am sure that their intentions were good, trying to help a disturbed orphan girl. Anyway, I don't think that whatever they did worked, I remained in my solitude for quite some time.


Also, while at the orphanage, I became very sick with the measles. I had a high fever and my face had bumps and sores. A kind nurse took care of me and she brought my fever down by keeping me hydrated with wet towels. She saved my life, I came very close to death. At times I might have felt like dying, but something inside me struggled for life. I did not want to die like that.


So I was able to overcome the measles, but never the emotional wounds.