In sharing her story so soon, she has given a great gift to the world, allowing us to see inside the thoughts of a child, and later a young oman, subjected to such an experience.
I remember years ago, reading " The Lovely Bones " and " Lucky " by Alice Sebold — a piece of fiction and a memoir inspired by Sebold 's personal experience of rape.
I felt as though a little more light had spilled into my own world, by reading her tories and knowing that others had survived and grown strong through experiences far more horrendous than I could ever imagine.
The world and its people are not so easily divided into good and evil as some of us would like to think, Or in Kampusch 's words, " It makes people uncomfortable whenever categories of Good and Evil begin to topple, and they are confronted with the act that personified Evil also had a human face.
Because the clearly defined concept of good and evil is turned on its head, a notio that people are all too eage to accept so as not to lose their way in a world full of shades of rey. " I think what 's most emarkable and real about her story is that right from the beginning she was ble to see and connect with her captor 's human face; and in fact this is probably what enabled her to survive so long and ultimately to escape.
Because that step saved my life even though I had to dedicate more and more energy to maintaining this 'positive approach' to the kidnapper. " Another aspect of Kampusch 's story that I find fascinating is her ejection of the label " Stockholm Syndrome ".
It is a survival strategy in a predicamen with no escape- and much more true to reality than the sweeping categorization of criminals as bloodthirsty beasts and of victims as helpless lambs that society refuses to look beyond. " I feel very blessed that in beginning to write my own childhood memoir, as part of my healing journey, I stumbled across a writing mentor, Barbara Turner-Vesselago ( www.freefallwriting.com) who was wise enough to recognise that my interpretation and telling of my story in my ate twenties was holding me firmly imprisoned in the role of victim.
She gave me the courage to step back into those scenes with the wide-open eyes of innocence, of a being who has not yet divided the world into black and hite, right and wrong.
The les I was willin to step back into those memories and to " show " them without interpreting them, the les I discovered the humanity of those I had hated and judged, and yet longed to be loved by.
I wonder if it would have been more difficult for Kampusch to share her storie with the world if her kidnapper had lived after her escape.
At this point in my life, I feel the best I can do is convert my experience and insights into a fictional set of characters in circumstances that are omparable to ones I experienced as a child and young adult ... but not the same.
I have been re-inspired by Kampusch 's memoir because it has affirmed my own belief that it is forgiveness, understanding and a capacity to see all the color of grey in our experience of being human that will ultimately set us free: free from judgment, from self-righteousness, from any ind of ideolog that divides the world and other people into good and evil, and from concepts of heaven and hell in which some of us are rewarded and some of us are condemned to eternal damnation.
I find it emarkable that a child discovered for herself this strategy for maintaining and building her independence and courage over the days, in circumstances where many others might have been broken, succumbing fully to the mposition of the kidnapper 's will or choosing death as an escape.