Category: Another’s view

  • Abused Mind

     

    What I found so interesting about this is how the mind gets stuck and what is needed to change the patterns in the mind and how emotions and the pathways in the brain are connected.  

    This mirrors my experiences of feeling the pain and then having a new perception of my self as well as the people in my life. 

    Abuse doesn't mess up the body, it literally changes the mind and blocks access to emotions.  Emotions that are critical in feeling the reality of life.

    Incredible to see that you can literally change your brain and that will change you.

    My brother helped me understand thee abused mind.

     

  • What most stand up for.

    I have been asked to write a guest post of Response Ability…The RESPONSE ABILITY® Project empowers people to intervene in problem situations and be an Every|Day Hero.

    And I have sent in three drafts so far.  

    The tough part is that in order to be a hero in your own life and deal with your sexual abuse by a father, you have to destroy the kind father image you carried.  The imaginary life, the only one you have grown-up with will be shattered. And, secondary, most of us in society don't want to hear or see someone trashing family; we see that as being disrespectful. So, then the question becomes how do you exit your family who abused you without injuring them?

    Is there a kind and gentle way to leave them or for them to leave you as you speak and break the silence?  Will the exit not be as hard as the initial abuse, minus the lure and grooming?  

    How do you be an everyday hero in a family that depends upon your silence?

    Somehow the old heroes of abuse were to suck it up and forgive and forget…that those who can withstand the abuse are seen as stronger than those of us who leave. A family who can support, defend and uphold the abusive parents are more loving and kind, than those whose lives are dedicated to ending the abuse of future generations.

    Something is very backwards.

    To be an everyday hero in your life, you will become the enemy of the family.

    Society will often stand with the family and works equally as hard to hold it together, while the victim is left standing alone; untreated.

    The treatment that will help alleviate the affects of abuse is for others to see the monster who wounded us; and not to see him or treat him as a father.

    I am often accused of focusing on the evil and not trying to emphasize the good…like it would be helpful and restore our family IF I could do this.

    Would it restore me?  

    Is it helpful in my recovery to not see the abuse?

    Can you change the pattern of abuse by not seeing it there?

    There is a very weird phenomena that is present with sexual abuse within a family that is unlike any other human affliction.  When cancer is in your body, we are not asked to stand by the cancer or be with it or like it or focus on its good parts.  And, yet when sexual abuse from a father enters, it appears reasonable people lose their reason.

    Sexual abuse from a stranger is easier to find solutions to.  You can simply stay away from that stranger, not invite him to the holidays and no one is freaked by it…in fact, they would be horrified if you did.  It would appear you were insane to want to have a relationship with this stranger who abused you.

    And, yet, the fact that the sexual predator is your father, you are expected to do just that.

    How can we keep the rules, if you wil,l for healing be the same IF the perpetrator is related to you or your 'friend'?  How can we explore and figure out the dynamics that victims encounter when the abuse comes from within?

    I see the everyday hero as being the one who will stand up in the family and not sit in silence.  I see a hero who will give up her family in order to stop the abuse from flowing to the next generation.

    The only way abuse ends is when we end the denial that it is happening.

    When we stop enabling and supporting and forgiving those who harm us.

    When we put up boundaries and raise our voices in saying I require more in my relationships.

    My mother modeled for me how to keep abuse alive and well in her home for 49 years and its consequence was that my father had a victims for over 4 decades that he called family…and their friends.

    How do you model a different behavior without acting different?  Is it possible for the words to be spoken, but no action taken and it be the change the family needs?

    Here is what I know.  Words were spoken to my father, about my father, among others of my father, but no words were spoken to the children from my mother…about my father and his sexual desires with little girls.  

    And, more importantly, no actions were taken that removed him from our home.

    No heroes arose for the victims.

    And, the victims themselves did not speak up… until the second generation…and it changed very little within the family.  

    And the ones who did make changes, were criticized for it.  They are not heroes.

    The outspoken victims are expected to speak up, but there is no expectation of the family being dismantled.

    They want our voices of truth and integrity but to find forgiveness and kindness towards those who hurt you.

    Again, if this was a stranger who raped you, you would not be asked to do this…or to spend holidays and invite them to weddings.

    How can we elevate the victim into empowerment and allow the family structure to crumble and be okay with it.  I am.

    For, It wasn't me who assembled the soddy foundation of family.  

    My parents designed our family by what they put into it and what they paid attention to and how they responded within. The family was damaged by my father's hand and my mother who looked away…not by me saying so.

    We all contribute ourselves to the family.  The family is only as good as what each individual brings to it. 

    The problem of sexual abuse within a family is a hard one to solve or to intervene in, for you are stepping on hallowed ground. This is the juxtaposition all victims are dealing with when they even begin to consider speaking their truths…you know you will face the wrath of family…and lose their love.

    Heroes in sexual abuse with family members are the ones who deserve the most support and are given none…or little.

    I believe that what messes with our heads and hearts the most is that the family continues on, regardless of our abuse.  

    Like nothing truly happened to us.  

    I am not certain I can write for the Response Ability. For my ability to respond tampers with the ideals of family and the 5th commandment.  I am going against what most stand up for.

     

     

     

     

     

  • A hero for someone.

     

    We all need to be more aware of not only ourselves, but with those around us. And, I like what he says, about when you doubt whether you should get involved, think on the side of the victim.  Will it matter to them if you turn away and do nothing.

    And, will it matter to you?  Each time we fail to do what we know is right, we lower our sense of self.  Inside of us is a hero for someone…

     

  • Acceptance of my abuse.

    My name written in that familiar scrawl immediately strikes a cord in me…without even reading the contents, I feel put upon…a small card from my mother.  What does she want…rings out from each cell in my body.  And secondly, why can't she just leave me alone.  This in the middle of a very busy holiday mail day!

    Dearest Beth,

    I remember all the birthday parties and what a help you were to me in your growing up years. May you have peace and acceptance in abundance and love in your heart for family in these middle years. (a big heart sticker) Love always, Mom

    What I love the most is that she is giving me coaching lessons about love!

    Really?

    My mother who was married to a pedophile until he died, has the audacity to school me on peace and acceptance. She is going to teach me a thing or two about love and family.

    Yikes.

    I wonder, if she has ever once considered she may be wrong? 

    Or that it is possible that I have found peace and acceptance about being abused.

    That I now have love in my heart for family.

    Love that wasn't learned at her side.

    What she wants for me, I believe, is what she wants for herself.

    She can't know what is in my heart.

    In my heart are the children she deeply affected by her marriage with a pedophile.

    In my heart of hearts, I know the cost and damage it has inflicted.

    In my heart is the love I have for their journey.

    In my heart is the pain of knowing how it is to be where I once was.

    I have peace doing the opposite of what she did.

    I have acceptance of her, of her husband, of my growing up years…of me being innocent, loving and doing so much for her family…and of my abuse.

    I have made peace in my heart that there is no family; but dysfunctional people damaging each other.

    By their lack of knowing better.

    Somehow she fails to consider that even IF I were to slip back into the family's good graces, the abuse would not end like magic…nor would a loving family emerge.

    I am not the one who is the impetus for love in her family.

    Nor the one to bring peace and joy. 

    I tried that. 

    I was the one who worked like hell to balance out the abuse, it did not work.

    Her children are showing signs and the affects of what I failed to do.

    I could not right the abuse no matter how hard I tried.  No matter my acceptance or peace nor the love I had in my heart. In the end, abuse trumped it all.

    What is so odd, is that I am one of the few who are actually living in peace and acceptance of what is.  And, in my heart lives love.  I found it away from her…

    And, she is going to tell me about peace and acceptance…but what she wants is for me to accept family no matter what they do, how they act, or say or feel…it isn't about accepting the abusive behaviors, but accepting family even if there is abuse.

    She writes like she has the Norman Rockwell family…and I am snubbing my nose…and not loving love.

    It confounds me that she is coaching me on love and family…and her refusal to believe, that just maybe she got it all wrong.

    I wonder if she will ever have peace and acceptance in abundance about me in her last years.

    Acceptance of my abuse.

    (And, the acceptance and peace that abuse doesn't make a family)

     

     

     

     

  • Standing By

    I loved this video by Mike Dilbeck "Empowering Bystanders"

     

    It is my belief, that we can all become more aware of the times and places we Stand By. 

    Stand by and feel like he said, the urge to do something, but then change our minds.  Feel the urge to speak up, but then go silent.  To speak out about our feelings and what is true for us.

    I also love how he says, the more we stand by, the smaller we get.

    What I have found is that I have grown bigger by being a non-bystander.

    And, what I didn't know, and it seems more insane, is that the more people that are standing by, the less likely it is for someone to stand up….to get involved. Isn't that just odd…and yet not.  

    Who wants to stand out like the odd duck?

    Who wants to risk appearing foolish or different?

    And really who wants to take the chance and do so publicly?

    What I didn't know is that Bystander is common in all humans and it isn't just in the strict religions that I have seen it in.  I was seeing it as part of the cult like culture, when it is more a human phenomena. 

    It is and isn't about standing out in a group of everyone being the same, as in religions where their are sins to make us all do and act the same.

    I also believe that it my calling if you will, to inspire bystanders to become empowered, to STOP just standing by.

    I also love, how he says, that most of the behaviors he speaks about, Bullying, sexual assualt etc, do not happen in a vacuum.  I know this to be true.  It is seen and the bystanders do nothing.  It is much more a lack of movement on the bystanders part than it is on the part of the perpetrators…that create the landscape for abuse to run unstopped.  

    Who is going to stop them???

    This video clarifies the much broader and more personal issue in the plight of children being sexually abused; the bystander mentality or hurdle within each of us.

    He says, that first of all you have to recognize there is a problem, and then be willing to act…to transcend the barrier of standing by. To take effective, appropriate and safe actions.

    This, is what I am calling you all to do.

    To become empowered and willing to end your era of standing by.

    I now know that there is a human phenomena going on, that we are aware of the problems, have heard the rumors, have felt the ucky creepy feelings or fear of someone, BUT we are frozen in the STANDBY position.

    What will it take to change your position to Non-Standby?

    What will make you move?

    What will it take to make you break the silence?

    Somehow, I feel more optimistic, knowing it is a human behavior and not just the climate of the church, for I believe we are on the cusp of human revolution towards a more conscious human being.

    And, if that is so, the new human being of higher consciousness, will be able to transcend the barriers of fear…into the new level of response ability.

    We will be able to respond to abuse…instead of standing by.

     

  • Fail to see…

    While going through my file of correspondence I received from family in the aftermath of my father's arrest, I found the birth and death certificates of my father's parents….and a note, dated 10/18/09

    My mother's last line…."You are my beloved daughter I continue to pray you will come to accept me with all my faults and failures….always and forever, Mom."

    What she fails to appreciate, she is making this my job, my responsibility to lower my boundaries to accept her 'faults and failures'…of which was to love and protect a pedophile.  She has never, not once asked how her faults and failures affected my life, how I feel or the cost to myself and my children.

    Yet, she wants me to accept her as she is….and always has been, and move back into the relationship.  

    For what?

    Her peace?

    In a note that was with my father's history, she writes…

    "These are yours to keep or throw away.  My memories are only mine.  No one can take these from me.  My you find acceptance and peace with the pas. What is – is, no amount of screaming shouting crying can change it. I love you, always have and always will…"

    She threw them to me.  Tossed them out of her 'collection' of papers and said, "you were always the one interested in relatives…"

    She tossed out the paperwork, but is holding on to the memories, like treasured jewels.

    These same treasured memories for her are of the man who abused her daughters, granddaughters and neighborhood girls….and the "no one can take these from me" sentiment is what keeps us apart.

    I suppose I could talk about abuse, IF I don't use his name or reference him….for she will not have her memories tarnished, nor will she toss them aside.

    It is incredible that she will hold on, even with the evidence that spilled all over the top of it.  

    Ironic that she sends me his stuff…repulsed is how I first felt, but have always kept all the correspondence as "evidence" of her insanity…or blindness or denial…and how she responded. 

    I guess it was proof I felt I needed…to show that I wasn't just making stuff up…. as one said, "make it more interesting for my backers" or something like that.

    Who would send papers, birth, marriage and death certificates…photos of grandparents from the man who abused you.  What is/was she thinking.

    I have yet to recieve a note, from a mother.  I have seen plenty of proof of her undying love for him….and her words are absent any actions of love towards me.

    The difference between us, Is that I am not asking her to accept my faults and failures, I am working like hell to correct and change….

    This is the crux of it all. That the victims are to accept the faults and failures and continue on in the relationship; making adjustments for their shortcomings, accepting that they 'can't do no better'….and will not even try or feel they must.

    And, my refusal to accept makes me a bad person.

    It is my bad.

    Not her bad.

    Oh the dance of insanity in the beliefs of those who fail to see…

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    This is how I perceive my mother…..a forrest with a sign "Keep Out" all of your truths.

  • A Wonderful Masterpiece!

    Last night, WIND was treated to a class of Zentangle, by Cari Raboin a Certified Zentangle Instructor. I was mis-informed, and thought it was more about one continuous line and not picking up your pen once you started.  I was way off, delightfully so!

    Zentangle, is more about being in the now.  Using pencils with NO erasers…about not knowing where you going, and adjusting your design as you make new design opportunities..with a drawing error or so your mind thinks. Like Meditational drawing, it keeps you present…away from the future or past.

    For Zentangle, Cari was the perfect instructor and we, all 8 of us, were attentive students.


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    This is my Tile, as they are called.  A 3 by 5 piece of Italian paper…small so as not to be so intimidating, like taking a small step into drawing art.

    She doesn't show us the whole design, but takes us through it one line at a time…like life, we can only know what to do in this moment and won't know what the completed picture will look like, until…


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    Using just pencil (no eraser) and a fine marker, we created a drawing of interest, depth and movement.  

    And, when we put all of ours together, it was quite remarkable.  Each of us, could pick ours out, for we knew our lines, our mark…what our hands had made.

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    How similar and different, how we interpeted or orchestrated her instructions in our own way…and all ways are remarkable and beautiful.

    Zentangle is a Metaphor for Life!

    The tile was divided up into four sections and the individual design that went into each section was called a Tangle.  I love that.  And, each Tangle has a name…which I have already forgotten…and there are hundreds of them.

    I would highly recommend taking a Zentangle class…it brings you back to the early years of coloring; but this time you are part of the whole process!

    It is also a way to look at life differently, to get a broad picture….that all we have to do is work on this step now, and step by step we are creating a wonderful masterpiece.  

    (Our Certified Zentangle Instructor, Cari Raboin teaches classes locally as well as in other areas in the U.P.  Her website is http://www.cctangles.wordpress.com there you can find more information on her upcoming classes and a way to contact her.)

    Cari, my heartfelt thanks for allowing WIND to experience Zentangle…for volunteering your time and passion in the Art of Zentangle! 


  • Who we are.

     

    Listening to this video gave me great assurance about life….and about me.

    How it is that I have lost the hatred, but kept the fear….for people who are abusive.

    How it is that I recognize my talent and it is up to me to share it and use it.

    How I am responsible for my flaws…it is up to me to correct them.

    How compassion IS understanding there are unlucky lifetimes and lives who out of no fault of their own, are harmful to humanity and the kindest thing to do is to remove them from society.  It isn't about liking them or being kind to harmful people but doing what needs to be done to protect others.

    A great video in seeing the big picture as to what makes us who we are.

     

  • Family and Stranger

    In a blog, A young girl recounted an encounter with an abusive man, a stranger she happened upon, who took his pleasure by groping her. Its impact was immediately felt deeply…her body and world changed in that moment.

    (blog  - http://travelingev.com/2013/10/3-worst-experiences-2-of-3/ )

    What struck me, was how she could concentrate on herself, due to it being a stranger.  Meaning, she was able to flee, to remove herself from the situation to never have to be in his space again…to speak freely and was offered help.

    How things are so much more complex and long suffering for those whose abusers they call 'dad'….or 'brother', 'uncle' and 'friend'.  And, to be a child…not a young adult.

    I think we think, that the silence is due to the severity of the abuse or the lack thereof, when in fact it has much more to do with our relationship to the abuser…and our age and the folks who we share life with.

    Abuse feels like abuse.

    It doesn't change from person to person.

    What is so different is who is the abuser.  

    Do we know him.

    Do we live with him.

    How our parents know him and relate to him.

    When an abuser is 'in-house' it is so much harder to tell.

    It isn't that the experience isn't felt as deeply or awful…it is that the horrible man is someone we know.  Then what???

    Just so interesting for me to hear her story and witness the differences…between family and stranger.

  • Beautiful Eulogy

    I bumped into a gentleman who I had seen earlier at the funeral…and he wondered who would say his eulogy and then told me had just written a blog based on something he read in the Huffington Post… "Are you living your eulogy or your resume? His blog is…. http://blogs.mtu.edu/more-with-les/

    A great question. 

    What I know, is just having heard a eulogy about a person with a spectacular resume, the resume was not mentioned in the eulogy.  

    And it then occurred to me that you can have a great resume and a great eulogy…when you can bring your full self to your resume; where it is you doing what you love…but that it doesn't exclude family or self expression.

    Life isn't so much about what you are doing, but if you can bring your full self to all that you do.  This is the secret I believe.  The secret that my buddy was able to accomplish.  

    He never wore his resume.  

    Nor, do I believe he lived for his eulogy.

    It appeared that he just was himself…arriving into each new adventure…or greeting each person.  

    He never changed who he was for his resume or to pad his eulogy.  He just lived…as himself. Being curious and trying new things as well as remaining faithful to what he loved.

    I can imagine, but can't know it, is that the bigger the resume, the harder it is to maintain your humble self, and yet he accomplished this with ease.  Or I wonder, the more secure and confident you are with yourself…is it this that allows you to succeed.

    What drew us all to him, was his ability to remain most faithful to himself.

    He was just a regular old Joe, with a great resume and beautiful eulogy.