Category: Another’s view

  • Thank You Judge Aquilina!

    Deep inside me, away from my awareness, lay an expectation of my innocence being acknowledge by the Justice System.

    In that dark space hummed doubt until I watched and listened to Judge Aquilina kindly listen, with great respect and attention, to the Gymnasts who came forth. And, the part that really opened up space inside of me; was her response.

    Kindness.

    Compassion.

    Empowered belief – that these victims leave their pain there in the court room, and to out and live a magnificent life. 

    And, the most important being, that the monster they seen and experienced, was indeed someone that couldn't be in society – free.

    When girl upon girl stepped forth and shared her story, she remained open to their pain, letting it come into the courtroom and surround the abuser.

    What a great privilege for these girls.

    How healing to know, that you are believed by the kind and thoughtful responses Judge Aquilina delivered. 

    I can't know how general society sees her; but from the eyes and gut of a past victim of abuse, she is what we all hoped for – deeply.

    What you didn't hear from her, is "when you call him a monster, it hurts me." My mother's response.

    She didn't ask the girls to forgive and forget him.  

    She didn't doubt the perceptions the girls had.

    My list could go on and on about what not to say.

    I can't imagine being fully welcomed with open wounds.

    I learned early on in my father's case, that the justice system had huge flaws.

    Flaws that have gone on for years.

    Laws and rules and plea bargains, and innocent until proven guilty etc.

    And, perhaps in her court room they still go on.

    But, I have never experienced her response from folks that I had expected this response from.

    Mostly I had been disappointed over and over.

    And, the disappointment was that the system was created for the perpetrators and that the victims had very little power.

    Again, in her court room, this still could be the case, but for that one day, in this one case, she was able to open her courtroom and let the victims be heard.

    Her ears were gentle and, without doubt or recriminations.

    Her eyes clearly saw the injustice these girls suffered in the hands of this man and all who enabled him.

    And, to me, an outsider miles away and detached from this case, I was set free.

    The littlest seed of doubt was erased.

    Here she was, a Judge in the Land.  A woman empowered to sentence a pedophile. And, she was talking so kindly to these young women, seeing their power and in some cases handing them their power back. 

    She was able to give back to them what the pedophile had taken away.

    She gave them their voice and held their truth with them unflinching.

    What I know to be true for me, is that my biggest hurdle has been that most have come to the defense of my father…in one shade or another.

    I am not talking about the supporters that arrive later in the game; but the way family responded, church and friends.  How those within the circle rallied for the circle.

    I do know, at least that Rachael Denhollander was ostracized for her speaking out, it had to be the top of the mountain she had been climbing, to step in front of Judge Aquilina.

    What Rachael and Judge Aquilina have shown me, is that it is possible to hope for the highest point.

    Even if the University and USA Gymnastics and the Olympics don't get properly sentenced, others now know what they protect.

    This case is a pivotal moment in my life.

    And, I know that I would have walked differently after the trial of my father, had I been able to share my story with Judge Aquilina.

    She has set in place where the justice system needs to start leaning towards. 

    The scales of justice needs to find a better balance. 

    She makes it possible for courtrooms to be a place where victims will feel empowered when they leave that space.

    In my father's case, well he was set free.

    And, I as a victim felt zero empowerment by the justice system.  I felt that they too, had become another person who knew and did nothing.

    Hope feels my heart, and I love the spacious feelings I have inside.

    I too can go out and live my magnificent life.

    Thank you Judge Aquilina!

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  • I listened Rob Bell in a podcast yesterday, speak about the way things change.  

    Someone has to be the one to stick their necks out first.  

    Somebody has to be the ones to change the patterns, break the cycles and leave what we have always known, agreed with, and accepted behind.

    And, we are all on our own journey of awareness.  

    Things don't just change automatically, someone has to be willing to do things differently even at the cost of rejection and ridicule. To not do things as we have always done, to step out of the boundaries and dare be different.

    If you listen to the podcast below, he will more eloquently speak of how we are all doing the best we can. Some of us, our destiny is to be the front runners and a part of us would die, if we didn't follow our inner knowing.

    I am pretty sure I have spoken out, have stood up etc, but I am not so certain I have been humble and patient and in my enthusiasm or desire to inform, have turned people away.

    I am very sorry for that.

    We are not given a rule book to follow, as we step out beyond where others have trod.

    We don't know the correct protocol for being change makers.

    Those of us who are victims looking to change the legacy feel the immediacy of what needs to be changed.  In fear, we often want to move things along at a quicker pace.

    I am astounded at times, that it has been a long 13 years, and the changes I have seen appear to be so tiny, a bare perceivable movement.

    He speaks of letting others know when you see others move.

    I will now be looking for that.

    This podcast was a great reminder to how change happens and how it does move slow and person by person. Something within them will suddenly see, hear and feel that "something" isn't right.

    It is then, that they will start to seek a new way to do old things.

    Again, my deepest apologies for offending others. I now know to look for change and to be a brighter change.

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  • Choose to learn

    In the past few days, a whole new view or understanding has occurred to me. It was helped along by this article online.

    http://jimmyhinton.org/why-sexual-abuse-goes-unnoticed/

    I guess, I really shouldn't say new; but I can see it differently. Or, I can step back and see the overarching dance of pedophiles, a child and the onlooking adults.

    It is like there are two completely different realities going on at one time. Depending upon which mind you are looking at it from.

    I am not even sure I can articulate the two existing realities in a way you can clearly understand, how sexual abuse appears to be unseen; like a magic act.

    Where a father is a dad and a monster at once.

    Where a church is a place of God and a cover up for the devil.

    Where a child (adult child) who sees both is seen as mental.

    Early on, very early on, when we discovered my father was a pedophile; when the veil was dropped, I told family they would have to pick one version of my father and stick with it, otherwise you would go nuts.

    I talked about there being two different views.

    A father and a monster.

    And, my mother's last conversation with me, suggested that we each had two different perceptions of my father.

    I am going back and look at perception's definition.

    "the ability to see, hear, or become aware of something through the senses."

    That is amazing.

    What is your ability to see, hear and become aware? 

    How many magicians are in your circle AND are you aware of them?

    How many realities are going on that you are not aware of?

    What I also know, is that the ability to not see depends upon the beliefs you have or your needs.

    I didn't know that the degrees of perception depends upon your ability to see, hear, and become aware, of something with your senses.  

    How in tune are you with your senses?

    Your reality is only as strong as your senses.

    What was so exciting and terrifying to me, was that this article articulates how abuse goes unseen.

    That just because I can see, and others can't, that it doesn't mean it is not going on.

    The sick magic show continues; with both sides in on the act. 

    And the victims being messed up, due to no clarity of truth being lived out.

    My father lived two lives.

    But, so did my mother.

    Caught between both of their pretend worlds, there was no place to be real.

    The experiences I lived, what my mind knew, I wasn't allowed to live.

    In order to survive, I had to pretend to pretend to pretend I was okay.

    Pretending.

    Here is what it means.

    "speak and act so as to make it appear that something is the case when in fact it is not."

    Yes, my life was built upon pretend. 

    And, when I stopped pretending, I was no longer able to be part of my family.

    The result of living a life of pretend for 46 years, was when the bubble broke, I am no longer able to pretend.  

    In fact I seek to be with reality.

    Always.

    My lack of pretending, is seen as unkind, unloving, even abusive.

    I know the cost of pretending. Many little girls followed me; while we all pretended to be a family.

    Who truly needs you to pretend?

    To me, the only ones who need you to pretend are the ones pretending a reality that has no ground of truth.

    Truth needs nothing.

    Truth stands alone.

    What is so tragic to me, is that so many children are abused and unseen because of the unreal realities that others need to be held up.

    Wounded children are overseen for a heaven someday, a marriage, a husband, a dream.

    In the latest sexual abuse case with Gymnastics, the University needed its reputation. The USA Gymnastics and Olympics, their wins and gold rings. They all overlooked and looked around the accusations of the 'good' doctor.  They all pretended to pretend it wasn't so.

    The women (girls) truths were not allowed in.

    The truth would 'wreck' their pretend worlds.

    Powerful pretend worlds up against the young girls.

    I LOVE that they have banded together, to break down the pretend worlds and to show the world who they are and just what happened.

    Breaking their silence ends the pretend worlds within those organizations.

    It is brilliantly tragic to see this played out on a large stage.

    Empowered women who stand by their truths are changing lives; bringing reality overflowing with truths that are so hard to see, hear and become aware of.

    They are igniting their ability to be with their senses; no long denying their body, truths and experiences.  

    They are exposing how abuse works. 

    Larry Nassar didn't act alone.  He had a stage full of supporting actors. They are teaching us all- if we choose to learn.

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  • Empowerment.

    Another great tsunami of hope arises with the women who have come forth, speaking of their abuse- there is power in numbers.

    I am posting this video, so I have it achieved.

     

    The letter is from one girl.

    And, the courtroom allowed them all.  

    I believe, their numbers were over 150.

    Imagine.

    This brings hope.

    Speaking up matters.

    This case contains elements that make it big – it has Institutions that had impeccable reputations and, are now vulnerable to criminal behaviors – professional who wasn't professional…and vulnerable girls left vulnerable.

    It shows that what we see and believe IS NOT always so.

    We now have to change our minds and beliefs about these institutions.

    Larry Nassar did not act alone.

    The institutions he worked for and under, are accomplices for their lack of rules and discernment.  They allowed him to be alone with young girls.

    Certainly, many will ONLY want to blame him. To let the Olympic Gymnastic Teams and University keep their unscarred reputations. That he and he alone is the monster.

    What I know, from experience, is there is a climate that allows predators to flourish.

    He was in the perfect environment to have unlimited access to vulnerable little girls whose dreams were tied up with him.

    This case should broaden our focus when it comes to sexual predators, to look at the environments where they seem to live, work and commit crimes.

    Who is allowing this?

    Whose rules leave huge gaps for him to enter; unrestricted.

    And, I love the strength in numbers.

    While I have spoken up publicly, I needed more children to be open and seen – Adult Children to come forth.

    This case also brings to mind, my father's case.

    I had called the Prosecuting Attorney to ask if I could assist his case and was told I was too old. That my case didn't matter or would have an impact on the present (2004) case.

    What I love about this courtroom and judge IS that she ALLOWED all victims voices to be heard. She brought them all together and gave them the opportunity to be heard.

    What power!

    How healing for them all to be given the platform and the respect to have their voices mean something!

    They certainly now will not feel alone – and perhaps can work on healing together.

    Thank you Judge Aquilina! Thank you!

     

    While this whole case saddened me for all the young girls whose lives were changed, due to this man's criminal behaviors; it also has given me much hope.

    Hope that the tides are turning, and that women's strength will overcome fear!

    That we can make changes, and that institutions can be challenged, and our voices can win.

    Our reputations will be returned to innocence, and the Institutions and predators and their accomplices will now carry the burden of abuse.

    This case shows the depth of fear and aloneness of abuse and the powerlessness and then, how it can change dramatically when the silence breaks.

    It shows the scars and the triumphs.

    They renew my energy and my knowingness that our voices matter.

    And, again that no matter what the reputation of family and institution or man, they are not too big to fall…and be felled.

    This trial also shows the magnitude of one man's inability to claim his crimes.

    And, even the institutions ability to stand with the victims wholeheartedly from the stance of humanity.  They will when it appears that society 'needs' them to.

    It has affirmed my experiences with the First Apostolic Church, its members and my family.

    What I needed was a 150 voices echoing my experience.

    A judge and prosecutor that wanted to hear ALL victims.

    I think, now looking back, that my case being too old, made it appear that I mattered less.

    And, I brought that inside, as a fact.

    When a courtroom allows all victims to be heard, each of our experiences then matter.

    This case has the power and ripple affect to impact many and bring forth much change.

    What I love the most, is that after being heard, these young women will feel so empowered, that their voices matter, that their pain was witnessed, and their innocence proclaimed.

    They can then embrace and love their wounded little girl, mother her into a strong loving woman. It takes time, and to be surrounded by people who truly love you.

    I applaud the women of this case.

    Women rising into their empowerment!

     

  • Being an Artist

    "I am human and I find I have fear ready to escape my throat just as often as stories and solutions. But, when I make a choice, I move forward and, no matter how shaky my voice is, I know the foundation of truth I stand on is solid." Mwende Katwiwa

    It has been 13 years since I broke out of denial and into reality and have been speaking about the affects of sexual abuse and being raised in a very strict closed religion.  And, the first truths were mostly uttered to family. 

    Taking the side of the victim.

    I was able to so easily see this from her eyes, and quickly recognized, it was because I was a victim too.

    I don't believe it was a conscious choice, yet it was. To speak up instead of be silent. To wait for direction on how I should respond; instead I moved intuitively and letting my emotions/feelings lead me forward.

    Something inside of me moved me either further away from some or closer to others.

    I was often terrified to speak my truth. To say that which so many kept quiet about.

    And, still am.

    Yet, the cost of silence is too much. On me and for sure on others who are looking to be affirmed.

    Here is more from Mwende.

    "I’m often painted as someone who speaks out ‘naturally’ and unapologetically.

    But, unapologetic doesn’t mean unafraid or inherently brave.

    Unapologetic doesn’t mean I don’t question myself constantly.

    Unapologetic doesn’t erase my shyness and anxiety after I say or do something that unsettles me, then have to follow up with people afterward with no time to check in with myself.

    I wish I could say speaking out or up is easy, but it’s not, especially when you find yourself the only one having a particular experience or understanding of an experience. It can be exhausting and often isolating, even (…actually…especially) if people support your message from a distance but do little to nothing to work alongside you; if they want you to be the “first domino” but refuse to ever fall themselves."  Mwende Katwiwa 

     

    These past years have placed me in the front of rooms public speaking, or saying things to family, say no – when in the past it was yes.

    Only those who have dared be the first domino to fall, can truly understand these words.

    What looks brave is often extremely uncomfortable; but it is even more so important to speak.

    Who, if not I, will shed light upon the church and how it feels to be sexually abused etc?

    I have listened for other voices, both near and far to join me. A few begin and then grow silent.  I understand.  Completely.

    This road to say what most fear and will do anything to keep silent, isn't for the faint of heart.

    You will become known as someone to shy away from.

    The dangerous one, who has the ability to make others think, doubt and perhaps even too, speak out.

    " In times of dread, artists must never choose to remain silent…There is no time for despair, no place for self-pity, no need for silence, no room for fear."

    It isn't easy being an Artist.

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    Read more here.

     https://medium.com/@mwendekatwiwa/i-was-invited-to-give-a-ted-talk-then-asked-to-cut-black-lives-matter-from-it-c37b73633a9d

     

  • Journey to be Me.

    Listening to Elizabeth Gilbert speaking about the heroe's journey, she mentioned that most, if not all, are about Men.

    My generation of women are becoming the first who are daring to break the chains and to do differently than the generations who came before us.

    Yet, we have no model to go by.

     

    Today on Facebook, there was a quote

    "Change is gesturing for me to follow

    Waving coming through the open door

    As I stand at the threshold

    The past tugs at my soul

    My heart is torn, which way to go

    A step forward is a new beginning

    A step back grief has control

    Change is beckoning come forward

    What do I do

    I chose to step over the threshold."

     

    There truly is a threshold we pass over. 

    A place where inside our hearts break in two.

    An old life left behind.

    A new one beckons.

    I think, I have been trying to totally leave my old heart behind.

    And, failed.

    I need to allow it to ride beside me.

    Like part one of the same book.

    Yet the silent part. The part without control.

    It's life has been lived. 

    It ended when I crossed the threshold.

    And, a new life began.

    Unfamiliar, but very freeing, and different.

    Very different.

    I get to create this one.

    The other one was me following the pattern set in place, doing what was expected and what was approved of.  

    The difference between the two of us is dramatic and life changing.

    The old me, tries to come alive during family holidays.  It often weeps for the old acceptance and wants to once again be part of my family of origin.  It forgets to remember the reasons we left.

    And, even more importantly, IF I were to cross back over the threshold, I would have to leave the new me behind.

    The freedom, and aliveness of my spirit would not be accepted back there. Back there in my old pattern, self is often set aside for the good of all.  Okay, Self, Self-Love, Self-empowerment, any type of self is cast off to keep the whole alive.

    I am not sure I can articulate the difference between my old self and new in the ways we move through life.

    Especially the difference when you come from dysfunction.

    What goes to keep the pattern in place, goes against the nature of self-love and empowerment.

    And, unless you have left and broken the chain, I am not sure you can know the two separate ways of being.

    I am not so mystified by those who never break the chains; but I am very curious about those who do, and then seemingly go back.

    Yet, I understand the pull of old heart memories and the often unfamiliar place of unknown new experiences.

    There is comfort in the familiar.

    However, if I were to go back, a huge part of me would die.

    The vital part.

    My truest living self.

    It is good to know and see the two sides of my broken heart.

    And, it is good to know, that I am not the only woman who is on this new heroe's journey.

    Women all over the planet are waking up and feeling drawn to follow their inner callings.

    Hearing the desires of their hearts and souls, to do it differently than the women who came before them.

    I would LOVE to have a woman hero in my family. A rebel who I could point to and say "She, she did it differently."  "She walked to the beat of her own heart; was caring less about what others said, did and thought of her." "She lived for her own soul and loved herself enough to walk away."

    Sometimes, we have to be our own heroes.

    I sometimes trip and fall into a crevice of uncertainty and loneliness. Where guilt and unreason try and pull me back.  It is the ultimate struggle on this journey, the old heart ache and the new desire of change.

    Blending both into a woman who the generations below me can see as someone who broke the chain and flourished in a life well lived.

    When I flounder in the puddles of uncertainty, I get lost and lose focus and the path is obscured by doubts.  Family holidays often trip me up. For my journey often can be seen as the opposite of family. 

    And, yet I know, to the depth of my being.

    My journey has been to save family.

    To bring back authenticity, love, honor and respect back to the meaning of family on our family tree. And, the only way a family can have that, is if the units within the family are strong of self.

    Love of self.

    Empowered.

    Free to be who they were born to be.

    Unhooked from any pattern that was set in place before their birth.

    I would have to say, that 99.9% of the time, I am so grateful that I stepped over the threshold to a new me!  The .1% of the time is the heartache that I travel mostly alone; my family of origin isn't with me.  

    In order to be a changeling, I had to travel alone.

    A heroe's journey to be Me.

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  • My Superpower!

     

     

     

    I watched Tim Ferriss on the Ted Talks this morning as I pedaled along… and the part that struck me was the question of "The Cost of Inaction."  

    Every now and again, I have doubts about my journey, whether I am on the right path for me or not. 

    And, this phrase, "The cost of inaction" is very helpful in laying aside my fears.

    There is a greater cost of doing nothing in dysfunctional homes, especially where abuse has become the norm, than the cost of making new choices.  

    What I have gained is much greater than what I have lost.

    Another part that gave me back my confidence is

    "Easy choices, hard life. Hard choices, easy life." and,

    "The hard choices — what we most fear doing, asking, saying — these are very often exactly what we most need to do. And the biggest challenges and problems we face will never be solved with comfortable conversations, whether it's in your own head or with other people."

    "So I encourage you to ask yourselves: Where in your lives right now might defining your fears be more important than defining your goals? Keeping in mind all the while, the words of Seneca: "We suffer more often in imagination than in reality."

    I totally agree.

    And, one more that is true in my experience.

    "So around 300 BC in Athens, someone named Zeno of Citium taught many lectures walking around a painted porch, a "stoa." That later became "stoicism." And in the Greco-Roman world, people used stoicism as a comprehensive system for doing many, many things. But for our purposes, chief among them was training yourself to separate what you can control from what you cannot control,and then doing exercises to focus exclusively on the former. This decreases emotional reactivity,which can be a superpower." 

    This has brought me much peace – "training yourself to separate what you can control from what you cannot control."

    Working on what I can control has brought inner tranquility and self-empowerment and kindness.  

    I have given others back that which they control and only held what is mine to change.

    Each time I stumble or halt along my way, when I direct myself back to that which is within my power to control, I am calm. 

    Even when the choices are hard, I know that they will truly lead to a much easier, more authentic life.

    I love that I am living the life of a stoic, which is my superpower. 

     

     

     

     

     

  • Brene Brown goes on to say, in her new book "Braving The Wilderness" – about dehumanizing.

     

    "Challenging ourselves to live by higher standards requires constant diligence and awareness. We're so saturated by these words and images, we're close to normalizing moral exceptions. In addition to diligence and awareness, we need courage. Dehumanizing works because people who speak out against what are often sophisticated enemy image campaigns – or people who fight to make sure that all of us are morally included and extend basic human rights – often face harsh consequences."

    "An important example is the debate around Black Lives Matter, Blue Lives Matter, and All Lives Matter. Can you believe that black lives matter and also care deeply about the well- being of police officers? Of course.  Can you care about the well- being of police officers and at the same time be concerned about abuse of power and systemic racism in law enforcement and the criminal justice system?  Yes.  I  have relatives who are police officers – I can't tell you how deeply I care about their safety and well-being. I do almost all of my pro bono work with the military and public servants like the police – I care.  And when we care, we should all want the systems to reflect the honor and dignity of the people who serve in those systems."

    "But then, if it's the case that we can care about the citizens and the police, shouldn't the rally cry just be All Lives Matter?  No.  Because the humanity wasn't stripped from all lives the way it was stripped from the lives of black citizens.  In order for slavery to work, in order for us to buy and sell, beat and trade people, like animals, Americans had to completely dehumanize slaves. And whether we directly participated in that or were simply a member of the culture that at one time normalized that behavior, it shaped us. We can't undo that level of dehumanizing in one or two generations. I believe that Black Lives Matter is a movement to rehumanize black citizens. All lives matter, but not all lives need to be pulled back into the moral inclusion.  Not all people were subjected to the psychological process of dehumanizing and being made less than human so we could justify the inhumane practice of slavery."

    "Is there tension and vulnerability in supporting both the police and the activists? Hell, yes. It's the wilderness.  But most of the criticism comes from people who are intent on forcing these false either/or dichotomies and shaming us for not hating the right people. It's definitely messier taking a nuanced stance, but it's also critically important to true belonging."

    "Another example of straddling the tension of supporting a system we love and holding accountable comes from one of the research participants, a former athlete from Penn State. He took a strong stand as an advocate for the abuse survivors who suffered due to the silence of the football program and Joe Paterno's protection of Jerry Sandusky. He said he couldn't believe how hateful some of his friends were, friends he'd known for thirty years. He said, "When you love a place like we love Penn (State), you fight to make it better, to own our problems and fix them. You don't pretend that everything's okay. That's not loyalty or love, that's fear."

    "When the culture of any organization mandates that it is more important to protect the reputation of a system and those in power than it is to protect the basic human dignity of the individuals who serve that system or who are served by that system, you can be certain that the shame is systemic, the money is driving the ethics, and the accountability is all but dead. This is true in corporations, nonprofits, universities, governments, faith communities, schools, families and sports programs. If you think back on any major scandal fueled by cover-ups, you'll see this pattern. And the restitution and resolution of cover-ups almost always happens in the wilderness – when one person steps outside their bunker and speaks their truth."

    "As we think about our journey from "fitting in" to striding into the wilderness of true belonging, we will be well served by understanding and recognizing the boundaries of respecting everyone's physical safety, and not participating in experiences or communities that utilize language and/or engage in behaviors that dehumanize people. I think calling the latter "emotional safety" is inaccurate. We're not talking about hurt feelings; we're talking about the very foundation of physical danger and violence." Brene Brown

     

    Okay, where do I begin to begin.

    What I love about this, is she has put language to what I have been experiencing from family and church.

    My frustrations have been when others can't see how when they worry more about the reputation of the institution/group etc, they are turning away from the treatment that has been dehumanizing.

    Can it really be a group of substance and value, when you are working to cover-up or uphold its reputation AFTER knowing abuse and dehumanizing acts have happened??

    What are you upholding???

    When church members, past and present, come in and try and convince me of the holy reputation of the First Apostolic Lutheran Church, I know they are not seeing the abused. They are instead choosing to uphold and be part of keeping its pristine reputation alive.  Meanwhile, I am speaking out as a victim of sexual abuse.

    The two pathways have no common ground.

    As my family continues to gather, celebrate and connect – maintaining its family like qualities, I stand back, doing what Brene writes about.

    "we will be well served by understanding and recognizing the boundaries of respecting everyone's physical safety, and not participating in experiences or communities that utilize language and/or engage in behaviors that dehumanize people."

    How else can we change the pattern and humanity?

    I am rehumanizing Me.

    I am reclaiming my human rights.

    And, in doing so, I have often found myself alone in the wilderness;

    Belonging to Me.

    I am no longer an active member of my family of origin.

     

     

     

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  • "You are only free when you realize you belong no place – you belong every place – no place at all. The price is high. The reward is great"           Maya Angelou.

    I began reading Brene Brown's new book "Braving the Wilderness.

    I love this part.

    "Belonging is the innate human desire to be part of something larger than us. Because this yearning is so primal, we often try to acquire it by fitting in and by seeking approval, which are not only hollow substitutes for belonging, but often barriers to it. Because true belonging only happens when we present our authentic, imperfect selves to the world, our sense of belonging can never be greater than our level of self-acceptance."

     

    "This definition has withstood the test of time as well as the emergence of new data, but it is incomplete. There's much more to true belonging. Being ourselves means sometimes having to find courage to stand alone, totally alone. Even as I wrote this, I still thought of belonging as requiring something external to us – something we secured by, yes showing up in a real way, but needing an experience that always involved others. So as I dug deeper into true belonging, it became clear that it's not something we achieve or accomplish with others; it's something we carry in our heart. Once we belong thoroughly to ourselves and believe thoroughly in ourselves, true belonging is ours."

    "Belonging to ourselves means being called to stand alone – to brave the wilderness of uncertainty, vulnerability, and criticism. And with the world feeling like a political and ideological combat zone, this is remarkably tough. We seem to have forgotten that even when we're utterly alone, we're connected to one another by something greater than group membership, politics, and ideology – that we're connected by love and human spirit. No matter how separate we are by what we think and believe, we are part of the same spiritual story."

    DEFINING TRUE BELONGING

    "I'm a qualitative grounded theory researcher. The goal of grounded theory is to develop theories based on people's lived experiences rather than proving or disproving existing theories. In grounded theory, researchers try to understand what we call "the main concern" of study participants. When it comes to belong, I asked: What are people trying to achieve? What are they worried about?"

    "The answer was surprisingly complex. They want to be a part of something – to experience real connection with others – but not at the cost of their authenticity, freedom, or power. Participants further reported feeling surrounded by "us verses them" cultures that create feelings of spiritual disconnection. When I dug deeper into what they meant by "spiritually disconnected," the research participants described a diminishing sense of shared humanity. Over and over, participants talked about their concern that the only thing that binds us together now is shared fear and disdain, not common humanity, shared trust, respect or love. They reported feeling more afraid to disagree or debate with friends, colleagues, and family because of the lack of civility and tolerance."

    "Reluctant to choose between being loyal to a group and being loyal to themselves, but lacking that deeper spiritual connection to shared humanity, they were far more aware of the pressure to "fit in" and conform. Connection to a larger humanity gives people more freedom to express their individuality without fear of jeopardizing belonging. This is the spirit, which now seems missing, of saying, "Yes, we are different in many ways, but under it all we're deeply connected."

    "As I was defining the main concern related to belonging, I went back to The Gifts of Imperfection to look up the definition of spirituality that had emerged from my 2010 data:

    "Spirituality is recognizing and celebrating that we are all inextricably connected to each other by a power greater than all of us, and that our connection to that power and to one another is grounded in love and compassion."

    "I kept reading the words "inextricably connected" over and over. We've broken that link.  And in the next chapter, I'm going to show you how and why we broke it. The rest of the book is about fixing it – finding our way back to one another."  Brene Brown.

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    This part really struck me, for I have often stood alone in the past 12 or so years.  

    And, while I have been alone, more often than not, I did truly feel that I  truly belonged to Me. 

    "Once we belong thoroughly to ourselves and believe thoroughly in ourselves, true belonging is ours."

    This is so true in my experience.

    And, I also believe that the main part of my estrangement IS the lack of spirituality – a deeper sense beneath beliefs and ideology of family – there seemed to be a lack of humanity.

    In many dialogues, as we tried to make sense of the world of dysfunction, abuse, cults etc, we would often wonder about the humanity part.

    How could humanity treat other humans this way.

    So, there are two main components to my aloneness.

    One being I wasn't willing to join a group and give up on my authenticity…and then, the lack of being able to connect on a human level. There just didn't seem to be 'something' beneath their beliefs.

    It was as if nothing lived deeper within them.

    Where I found, and connected to a little girl or a lady who was just waking up to who she was, others lacked this.

    Or, perhaps never showed it to me.

    Their agenda to save the family, stand by the parent etc, may have disallowed them to show me what lie beneath. Did their authenticity disagree with the group they were wanting to be part of?

    It is as if the 'love' that the family defined was the only level there was. I couldn't tap into a deeper more individual self who belonged only to themselves. 

    Mostly, it appeared, that their inner world belonged to the larger group called family and/or religion.

    A woman, who was from the Old Apostolic Lutheran Church, I will never forget. There was nothing deeper than what she had been taught. There wasn't an individual who could speak or move outside of what her church had taught her.

    Unless and until you are free and belong only to yourself; you will not be able to see the level of humanity lacking.

    Unless you believe in their religion, there simply isn't nothing to relate to.

    There is no humanity beneath.

    Just as I felt in my family of origin. IF, I didn't agree with the family pattern, there was no land for us to relate to each other on. 

    I could only see and feel the family agenda.

    I can't wait to read how Brene writes in how we lost humanity and how we can get it back.

    I also agree with her sentence "Because true belonging only happens when we present our authentic, imperfect selves to the world, our sense of belonging can never be greater than our level of self-acceptance."

    What I have felt and experienced most is the low levels of self-acceptance. How this one place leaves you with very little to connect to.

    How can we connect with each other, IF one of us has no real love and acceptance of who they are??

    This just resonates deep within me. 

    Imagine, "our belonging can never be greater than our level of self-acceptance."  I know, that my full acceptance of all me, the abused, the confused, the mental, the denial, etc, helped me connect deeply and belong fully to me.

    There was no part of me, that I didn't bring back to me.

    I belong!

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  • Behaviors will change.

    In listening to a podcast, I heard a new way to look at changing behaviors that are not good for us.

    The idea is, that we are triggered, we behave and then we reap the reward.

    What was different this time, was the content of the reward – "Feeling Bad".

    If you sit with that awhile, you will see how your behaviors often leave you feeling bad; compared to feeling healthy, excited, accomplished etc.

    When I overeat on sweets, my reward isn't that I feel great.

    Not like I do when I ride my bike for an hour, or hike in the woods, or kayak etc.

    Somehow, I strive or seek to feel bad.

    Was, or is, this my neutral state?

    Is this where I like to settle back into?

    Is it my home state?

    My triggers to eat are often boredom, or even the need to give myself a sweet treat; which really is a dose of feeling bad.

    While we may think, our minds are the ones who are controlling our habits, it may be more our feelings.

    We long to feel a certain way.

    I wonder how much of other behaviors leave me feeling poorly?

    In the podcast, they suggested to eat with awareness, not control.  To eat cupcakes until you feel the feeling of feeling bad.  Our minds may need the experience to stop the behavior.

    The distance I often feel between the taste of sweets and the sluggish feelings, leaves me not believing that the thing I ate a half hour or so ago, IS the cause of me feeling lazy.

    This is one area that needs my attention. I am getting better at moving and I enjoy it.  I enjoy it while doing it and after.

    With Sweets, I enjoy the eating part, but not the after.

    As, I am sure it is with any addiction.

    While consuming it feels fine; but the end results are not.

    My goal will be to find ways that I can feel good during the whole process.

    Perhaps controlling our feelings will change the way we behave.

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    When we focus on the triggers or the behaviors, we neglect our feelings.  

    I even wonder if I had eaten poorly to mask the underlying feelings?

    And, that just became a habit.

    Now I need to focus on how I feel, and from there my behaviors will change.