Category: Crusade

  • The Helpers and the Help.

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    Yesterday was the first time I had walked into Copper Country Mental Health…after spending a half an hour I left with an overwhelming sense of gratitude.  I felt the sincerity and kindness…helpfulness and understanding a safe haven for those needing guidance.

    Gulping down an unexpected wave of emotion….I drove away.

    I had even said, "I should have probably used this place during my crisis…" and yet I had not.  I don't know exactly why, but it never crossed my mind.  

    I am not sure of their policies or services or pay schedules, but the feelings I had when I met with a few of the employees was kindness and caring….sincerely. A place for the troubled mind to find compassion.

    I truly have not given this place a thought, not a conscious literal mindful, or even inquiring thought, it has been a known place, but one I drive by unnoticing.

    Having been approached to exhibit My Story Line Quilts, I was invited in.  I went.

    My Story Line Quilts will shine there, be welcomed and appreciated, just like the rest of their consumers, clients, patients…etc.

    It is more special than an Art Gallery, for the eyes that gaze upon them will know my journey well….from both sides…the helpers and the helped.

    (I will take pictures of the exhibit in September…until then, I will get my quilts and their words together.)

  • On Display Again!

    Today I am meeting with a gentleman at Copper Country Mental Health.  He was the high bidder on my Lady quilt that I donated to the Dial Help Gala. He not only loves my Ladies, but he gets the recovery they represent and my journey in fabric.  He had asked if I would hang my quilts for the month of September, Recovery Month and I said yes.  And so I have to come up with a short blurb about the quilts and I and my journey of recovery.

    First I wondered, what is the definition of recovery and found this.

    "A return to a normal state of health, mind, or strength."

    Now the words "Normal State" needs to be defined….I looked up "normal".

    "Conforming to a standard; usual, typical or expected. The usual or average, typical state or condition."

    When I look upon my recovery, I see a woman who went all the way back to her childhood and began looking at her life from how sexual abused changed who the little girl was and into the girl she had to be, in order to survive.

    In surviving she lived in denial.  

    I believe that my recovery was to break down the denial and begin living in reality. Which was not a typical state in my family of origin.  I did not conform to their standards of what was 'normal'.

    I wonder if we all 'recover' back to where we feel most comfortable or most normal?

    My old set of comfort, was no longer comfortable for me to live in.  I was awake, aware and I now knew what I had so long denied.  

    I did not find a resting place in my old normal, I had to keep going until I did. Meaning, the way I was in old relationships were no longer comfortable for me.  I had to redefine me.  I did find a new normal…but most often it was to exit old relationships that did not honor and respect me…that were not an equal balance of truth and reality.

    I would say I recovered a self I had lost, but didn't know was missing.  

    My Story Line Quilts represent this journey of how I seen myself against the world, how little I thought of my self and how much I thought and served the outside voices, against the good of me.

    The quilts show, and are a gauge, on how I felt about me.  How little self esteem was present and how as I recovered my voice and my truth, how my Lady grew more animated and more defined.

    Her stiffness represented my inability to be an individual; my self frozen while dancing to please others.

    I am so grateful that I was able to recover beyond my usual normal, but to go back so far as to feel that I am connected to the little girl inside of me.  The one who I put aside and hid due to her abuse.  

    Given no alternatives, I lived so to keep peace in the family…or perhaps food in my belly and a roof over my head.  I stuffed the abuse so far back in my mind….in order to survive.

    When I fully embraced my 'secret' I was meeting my real self…the innocent girl, the wounded one, and the survival self.  I am a composite of all of my experiences. There is no part that is not me.

    My recovery is to embrace my whole journey…keeping no secrets from me.

    Childhood sexual abuse ends the natural creation of who you would grow to be.  It interferes with our trust and faith and our innocence, we become old before our time and liars about reality.  We contort our selves and our lives to fit what isn't there.

    My recovery was to recover reality…to recover the little wounded girl that I lost.

    I looked up "recover".  "1. To get back; regain. 2. To restore ( oneself) to a normal state.

    Little children who are abused so young, don't even have a full grasp of who they are, what is their set point, what do they love, their passion and soul's essesence and it is eclipsed by the ugly hand of abuse. 

    Regaining the self is to feel like a child again, to restart growing as a person.  To begin with a child inside an adult body.

    To me, recovery is about getting back to the little child and innocence. To feel love, peace and joy inside about you.  To reconnect with love.

    It seems to me the ultimate victory over abuse…to leave abuse with the abusers, to let it be their problem, not yours.  To put it in its rightful place and to restore and recover your inner spirit.

    I will never not be abused, but I was able to recover my self and walk with all aspects of me.


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    It is time for my quilts to go on display again!

     

  • Keeps it going.

    There is a false belief, that we are responsible for the behaviors of others, that kindness and love is the cure all for all. That we, the hurt, or we the abused, or we the victims, need to respond in kindness and love AND like magic the hurt will heal. The burden lies with us for stopping the evil of the world, and the evil await our kindness….

    IF, this was so, then the evil of the world would no longer exist.  

    Families of abuse have been doing this for generation upon generation…serving kindness after abuse, keeping silent after abuse, continuing to love after hurt. Victims never fighting fire with fire, but lobbing love, peace and joy….back to the abusers, in hopes IF enough love and kindness make it over, IT will change the abuser into a loving person.

    Really?

    Doesn't this also make it our fault that they abused, we were not loving enough, kind enough…that we somehow ignited the anger/rage and sexual desire for a child?

    Until we separate the actions of the abusers and the response back…as the independent actions and responsibility of each person, we will not end sexual abuse/physical abuse and end the insane blaming of the victim.

    And, the victims themselves have to stop believing they can make a nice man out of one who rapes children, by loving him and forgiving his sins.

    As, I sit and try to find kind words, a softer message to my mother, it struck me as I was confused and trying to 'nicely' tell her she isn't welcome.

    Is that possible?

    I have to wonder, how many rapes are stopped by kindness?

    How many people were saved due the sheer kindness of others?

    Somehow we have this so backwards.

    I don't have to be cruel, but I have to forceful.

    And, it almost seems fight fire with fire.

    However, isn't there a difference in fighting and standing up and not being a kind victim….compared to overpowering the weak?

    Most crimes of sexual abuse and physical abuse are delivered by the stronger party upon a weaker person.  

    Is it truly wrong or bad to stand up and fight back.  Fight with words and empowerment, putting up the boundaries and saying no.  I am not looking to hurt her like I was hurt, but I am looking to stop her from being in my world.  Isn't that what most victims want, to end the relationship and the interactions with their abusers.

    How else do you make abuse stop if not by ending the relationship.

    Divorce is honored in our society and estrangement between families due to abuse is catching on.  

    Children didn't choose to marrying into a family and they have no paperwork to make null and void. Which I think is too bad…there isn't a system in place that supports the child leaving the family by choice.

    As a child who has left her family, I am seen as a home wrecker, the one who is tearing up our family, not as someone who has left to be in peace, love and joy.  If those ingredients were found in my family of origin, there would not have been a reason to leave. 

    Very few couples divorce due to too much love, peace and joy.

    The relationship needs to end, when abuse enters in…you can't just bring in more love and expect the abuse to end.  That to me is insanity.

    For generations upon generations in my family, abuse has been met with love and forgiveness, forgetting and moving on….keeping the family unit no matter what….putting the burden upon those who have been abused to love the abusers no matter what hurt they caused. 

    IF this worked, abuse would not bleed from generation to generation….

    Love will not stop abuse.

    Kindness is not a deterrent…

    Praying for things to change isn't enough.

    We have to become stronger than our abusers.

    Perhaps the burden of ending abuse does start with the victims…our responses and actions have to be for us, not them.

    When I left, I decided to go towards LOVE, PEACE and JOY…and to steer away from all that wasn't. And, I did.  

    Abuse doesn't carry love, peace and joy…and no matter how much kindness you pour upon abuse, it will not change its content.  When we can fully accept abuse and its toxic energy, and respond by moving away from it, we will begin changing the planet.

    Abuse needs kindness to continue…it needs us to believe, If we loved more, it will end. 

    How many bullies have been stopped by love and kindness?

    I feel in my heart of hearts, that my kindness and love and acceptance would have kept abuse alive and that I would have been an accessory to the crime by my allowance.

    We fail to acknowledge the criminal aspect of abuse and our kindness being a key component that keeps it going.


  • The Process of Becoming You.

    It came to me yesterday, that setting up boundaries is a fuzzy idea, but not one we take and pick apart.  It seems to be a phrase that sounds good, but what does it mean?  What is a boundary and how do you establish one?  How visible are these so called boundaries or the lack of them?

    As I have been composing a letter of NO to my mother about her attendance at my daughter's wedding, it came to me, that is a boundary.  Saying no is building a boundary. Stating a choice is also a boundary.  Speaking your preference is establishing borders and fences, defining who you are.

    And, I have also noticed that most people have very few boundaries, or ones that are weak and easily gotten over.  To me, it is the after affect of being abused; we lose the right to protect ourselves.  We may even have never been taught how to by the lack of seeing it in action via our parents.

    My father had zero regard to the word no…as he sexually absused each little girl, whose whole demeanor screamed NO.  

    My mother stood on the other side of no, she didn't believe she had the right to say no.

     To me, the most valuable boundary is the ability to say yes and the option to say no.

    And, anyone who doesn't hear your no, isn't capable of loving you. And, there can't be a solid trusting relationship, if you are not allowed to say no.

    Our most intense empowerment word is NO.

    A boundary that allows us to protect our self…from being hurt.

    Children whose ability for choice is removed, are more in danger of being abused. Children who are born into these cult like religions of the FALC, OALC etc.  Where you are not allowed the freedom to choose.

    Predators naturally gravitate to the ones who are too kind to say no.

    And, conversely, our society feels that kindness is a virtue. 

    The word that I have the most respect for is No.

    For, if you can't say No, I do not trust your yes…..as Byron Katie says.

    Your yes, could be a pretend yes….while your inner feelings are NO.

    I no longer pretend to pretend, to pretend…when I see the two options…I love my ability to speak No as easily now as I used to say yes.

    In each of our lives, our pathway is continually being crossed with other folks who will be asking us to say yes or to say no.  The more truthful you can be with your yes and your no, the more authentic your journey will be and the more I can trust you.

    I also recall that the elders in my world as a child got to say No, but I didn't.  It was something that only adults had the rights to.

    Giving our children the right to say No, is for them to hold on to their sense of self and self worth; putting a boundary that will define what their preferences are.

    To me, a person without boundaries blends into the background…lost in the sea of many; undefined.

    Blending harmoniously into whatever surrounds them, camouflaged to fit the surroundings, losing the characteristic of self…wanting to fit in and not stand out.

    Boundaries will make you stand out…defining you.

    Setting up boundaries, is to begin the process of becoming you.

     

  • Freely as who you are.

    There is a great article in the O Magazine this month, by Martha Beck….here is a bit of it.

    "Horse Sense"

    "Avery looks utterly bewildered. Since her confusion is vital to the process, I just smile."

    "I have brought Avery to my ranch today to help her understand why she feels anxious and uncertain in her life; why she rages at collegues, her children, her husband.  Though I've been serving as Avery's life coach for several weeks, there are things she can learn here, with Koelle and Ernie, that all the talking in the world could never convey."

    "But Koelle's request has thrown her. "Do whatever you want?" she repeats.  It's clear she has no idea what that might be.  Since infancy, Avery – like most of us- has done what she's supposed to do, not what she wants to do. She knows how she's "supposed" to act as a wife, mother, employee. But in equine life coaching, there is no "supposed to." There is you, an animal and the present moment. What you do with the situation is your choice, and for Avery, choice is an unfamiliar prospect." 

    "An equine coaching session consists of the following; You stand near a horse. You gesture to that horse. It gestures back. For a while, it all feels strange and random. But eventually, in a process beyond verbal description, you begin to feel a cell-deep, almost telepathic communication between you and the creature. Awakening your ability to connect with the horse allows you to understand yourself entirely in new ways. And in the weeks that follow, that understanding quietly transforms your life."

    "But Avery isn't there yet. For now she just stares at Ernie paralyzed.  He wanders around keeping his distance, smelling the dirt."

    "Then without warning, Avery begins to cry, "I feel like I'm supposed to do something," she says, "but I don't know what it is."

    "And where else in your life do you feel that way?" asks Koelle."

    "Avery's voice cracks as she answers, "Everywhere."

    "Yes," Koelle says, "The way we do anything is the way we do everything.  How you react to the horse is how you react to the rest of your life. That's why we're here."

    Skipping further into the article,

    "Humans who can "speak" in the gestual language horses use to communicate with one another have demonstrated that these animals are amazingly cooperative. They've also found that horses always tell you exactly what they think – and here's where things get interesting, because what horses think of you happens to be what most people think of you, too. The difference; Horses won't lie about. Flattery, backstabbing, and hidden agendas are unknown to horses. They communicate what they feel, straight up, all the time. Which means that to gain their trust, humans must be genuine, clear and honest. Which is why horse whispering is such a powerful psychological intervention."

    In the last part of the article….

    "Ernie is now chewing vigorously on Avery's hair. She laughs nervously."

    "Does that feel good to you?" asks Koelle."

    "It is alright," says Avery, though her body has gone rigid."

    "Really?" Koelle says. "It is all right to have horse teeth in your hair?"

    "He means well."

    "And he deserves to know what you really feel.  Tell him what you want and need.  We teach people how to treat us. Communicate."

    "Avery pushes gingerly at Ernies muzzle. "No, no," she says weakly. But even to me, sitting several yards away, it's clear that her body language is saying, "Do whatever you want, just don't stop liking me." Ernie shoves her ear with his nose.

    "Make your message stronger," says Koelle. "Stand up straight. Get big and loud. Use what you need when you need it.  How would you set boundaries with your kids or your employees?"

    "Clearly not knowing what else to do Avery draws on the desparate anger she uses when exhausted, backed to the wall. "NO!" she se shouts, pushing both hands into Ernie's face. He reacts as you might if your favorite Aunt Millicent pulled a gun on you.  Leaping backward and spinning, he tears around the pen. Avery tries to slow him down by running at him, waving her hands. Ernie spins, spraying dirt, his hooves like thunder on the ground."

    "Help!" Avery shouts."

    Koelle has already stepped into the pen. She puts a hand on Avery's shoulder , breathing deeply and slowly. Immediately, Avery seems calmer. Koelle drops her eyes and gently raises her free hand, and Ernie slows to a trot, then to walk. Avery stares in disbelief."

    "So," says Koelle, "When you set a boundary, is that pretty much how your kids and employees react, too?"

    "Avery bursts out laughing, "Pretty much."

    "We call that the exploding-doormat effect," I interject. You hold in your unhappiness until it's intolerable, then you blow up."

    "That's what my mom always did." Avery says. "I didn't realize I was doing it too."

    "You do what you were trained to do," says Koelle."

     

    And further down in the article…..I love this part too.


    "Why don't you suggest going for a walk together?" suggest Koelle.

    "Avery takes a few steps, ad Ernie follows – until Avery tenses up and looks behind her. Then Ernie stops, snaps back his head."

    "Were you afraid he wouldn't stay with you?" asks Koelle."

    "Yes."

    "Your fear scared him. And your need for him to follow feels icky-sticky, and clingy. If you're to lead, believe that he'll follow."  Martha Beck

     

    It is my humble belief, that in the churches such as the FALC, OALC, etc, we lose our horse sense, even worse than just the run of the mill family preferences. And, if you were abused, even more.

    That we have to learn how to speak the unspoken language of self. The feelings and truth that have been buried underneath layers of religious and family beliefs.

    Finding your horse sense will be to live freely as who you are.



  • Fight the battle of Abuse alone.

    "You can read and intellectualize the idea of rewiring your mind all you like, but you need to set the process in motion if you want to see results."

      Baron Baptiste

    We can talk about changes that need to occurr and incidences that 'should' not be happening, but until we actually move in a new direction it is just air passing between our lips.  Nothing happens, until we move.

    I can hear stories of abuse and the churches lack of responses, or their lack of education and resources; but it is all for naught, if the people are unwilling to move in a new direction.

    I believe that many believe they "think" just like me, or "believe" just like me, that they do not condone or support abusers, and their lips tell me so…but their body moves in mysterious ways.

    Intuitively I knew that my footsteps would follow my mother's IF I did not walk differently.  If I did not approach or face abuse…radically.

    There just didn't seem to be a way to approach abuse in kind and gentle way, holding on to all relationships tied to it.  I know the churches, preach forgiveness, kindness and love…and prayer.  And, if it worked, there would be no abuse.

    The shift that needs is on the other end of the spectrum.  It isn't about loving those who hurt you, but loving yourself enough to NOT be hurt.

    Churches want to maintain their ideology and sentiments and their whole package and ways of treating 'sin'…while simultaneously taking a tough stand against abuse.

    I have spoken to a woman of the OALC, and she has spoken to a preacher there, and supposedly, he will speak to the Elders to see what to do about abuse.

    Doesn't it seem like it is a no brainer?  That a child would be able to tell you what to do. That it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that when a grown adult man rapes a child, what we all need to do.

    While we are all passing air through our lips, the children fight the battle of abuse alone.

     

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     (My new fall color Lady…moving with confidence in a new direction)

  • Our Churches

    My mind has been twisting around the ideas of not speaking up, not naming names, well pretty much not telling on someone… and the word secret rang out each time.  
     I couldn't find a word of silence that was helpful for the victims and damning to the abuser.  Just damning for the victim…in silence.
     
    My list for the victim remained empty, while the abuser had a laundry list of reason he would perfer silence.
     
    While mowing tonight, I wondered, what is the real definition of a secret….and here it is.

    Secret,

    Adjective
    Not known or seen or not meant to be known or seen by others: "a secret plan".
     
    Noun

    Something that is kept or meant to be kept unknown or unseen by others: "a state secret".

    In the context of abuser/victim, what needs or wants to remain unknow?  

    We all know the answer…it is the inappropriate sexual acts, the sexual misconduct, the child raping that is going on.  There are not positive secrets that want to remain hidden and unknow, but rather all the negative things that are to be kept UNKNOWN.

    It is far more crucial for the abuser that silence surround this 'issue'. As far as I can tell, He/She is the only one who benefits.  

    I am not sure if folks realize that you are actually part of the act, part of the event when you know and say nothing.  You are the chorus, the backup non-voices in the silence…keeping the crime from being known.  

    How is it beneficial to anyone to keep abuse a secret.

    AND, if this secret keeping business worked in regards to abuse, abuse would be eradicated from our societies, instead it is spreading beyond what our minds can hold.  

    Keeping secrets about abuse only helps the abuser continue on unchecked.

    While talking to a reporter, she mentioned how in prisons, the people who commit crimes, especially sex crimes, against children are often sought out and punished, segregated and seen as the lowest of criminals.  Imagine, the prisoners know and stand against these guys, while the free 'good' folks will sit with them in churches.

    It is wildly insane that even the criminals know enough to part ways….and yet so many 'good' christians are unwilling to see these guys in their true colors. Unwilling to face their crimes, instead pretend that all is well. Or at least Act like they are the upstanding citizens in our society.

    In fact, there seems to be more truth in prison than in our churches.




  • Reasons for silence…

    Here is a comment from my last post.  I wanted to re-post it here and along with my comment…

    "While I understand your circumstances left you deeply wounded, abuse situations vary greatly. There are legitimate reasons for not pushing for transparency.

    "One is legal. Minor's identities are protected by law. When they are an adult, they can make the choice but it should not be made for them nor should they be pressured when they aren't aware of all the ramifications."

    "Another is ethical. Allowing the victim control over the case honors their autonomy, which was ripped away by the crime." 

    "A third is strategic. During an abuse investigation, the threat of exposure can be a significant motivation for the abuser to cooperate. Attorneys often withhold details as bargaining chips. "

    "I'm sure there are other reasons, too . . . . these are just the ones of which I'm aware."

    "I agree that the response you give when you hear about another's abuse is important, that abuse should be exposed, and abusers should be named and shamed. But the methods and timing will vary with the circumstances, and the victim should have as much control as possible."  Free

    I appreciate Free commenting and being so detailed in her reasoning, helping us all see things differently…but, I am not so much deeply wounded, but wise.

    Or at least I feel less wounded and more aware.  And, maybe being wounded means you are experienced in the aftermath of abuse.

    While I do appreciate your reasons, I am also aware that there will always be reasons to be silent.  It typically starts with the abuser. Then, not wanting to hurt the family or friends, or church or something. Like our words will be the kill joy to so much.  And, then the lawyers have reasons….it goes on and on.

    I am not suggesting children of abuse, adult or otherwise, do things they don't want to do, but I am suggesting the freedom that comes when you no longer live with secrets.

    It somehow feels wrong that "threat for exposure" be a tool….to bargain with.  It should be mandatory to be exposed.  It is like the law is helping with the silence.

    Maybe I am wrong and I just don't get it or refuse to see the details but some of the reasons just don't make sense to me.

    The whole culture of 'protecting the victims rights' seems backwards.  

    Our rights is to have the truth be told.  That even newspapers are not allowed to print the victims names.  This hiding of us, makes it seem shameful to be abused…like it is best others NOT know.

    Whispering and keeping it quiet makes it shameful.

    What other crimes are treated this way???

    None.

    And, these are extremely intimate, BUT not secretive…or yes done in the dark, but they are not something WE Victims should be silent about.

    This whole cultural thing of silence and privacy makes it seem like we are part of something bad, like when do we get to be out and loud?

    To me, we need to flip this around completely.  

    Not only within our families, but within churches and the courts of the land.

    How dare the lawyers use the "Threat of exposure" as a bargain tool…it should be a given…you do sex crimes we will speak up.

    The victims need for being anonymous would be null and void, if we didn't treat these crimes so differently.  How often do you hear of theft, and burglary as something shameful?

    Why are sex crimes so secretive?  It seems they start out in secret and get left in that mode.  I am just trying to open them up…to free them from the silence.

    And, I know no matter how hard I try to do this, there will be reasons for silence…


  • Believe Us.

    What is traumatizing and what is healing, when it comes to abuse; sex crimes? What is helpful and what is not?  When should the discussion be silenced and what will empower the victim?  I lean far into breaking the silence.  And, what does breaking the silence mean?

    Does it mean using anonymous when speaking of your sex crime?  Does it mean keeping the abusers name from being spoken? What is breaking the silence IF it isn't saying what happened and by whom?

    Somehow I am missing something, failing to recognize another way of healing of keeping silent.  To me, silence is the way it has been, the pattern that allows victims to be victimized and abusers to abuse.  It is the wall of protection FOR the ABUSER and it works brilliantly.

    I also wonder about some feeling it is too traumatizing to speak out, to use your name and name the abuser.  Is it the speaking out, OR the onslought of defending responses of the abuser?  Is it NOT the speaking out that is the trouble but who you speak out to.  

    My family of origin have not been eager listeners when I have spoken out.  They did not want to hear about my father's sex crimes or treat him like a criminal…so they instead treated me as such, in order to maintain their family.

    I am not sure the speaking out is traumatic when and if you have support, but it will definitely be if you have family who wants family above all else….and that means above the crime that has been done to you.

    It is my humble opinion, that speaking out and calling monsters monsters isn't where the trouble lies, but rather in the reactions and responses of those listening.

    We keep wanting the victims to speak a certain way, but say nothing about those listening.

    What good does it do to not know that many in the family are not supporting you?

    They are not supporting you when they defend a father, act like he still is one…instead of the master mind of sexual crimes.

    The second trauma to the victim IS the response of not acting like he is a criminal.

    To me, this is equally as traumatizing as the first offense…and this is what the fear is for new victims, that they can't articulate good enough to change people's minds and behaviors.

    What most fail to consider is how when they continue to treat the abuser as normal, and what it does to the victims.

    We want to "protect" the victims by not advocating breaking the silence…for we know that they will not all be believed, that folks will not all fall into line behind them, naturally. 

    Our greatest fear isn't about the sex crime and the criminal, but about the silence and disbelief of the 'good' folks.

    It is traumatizing to see the abuser surrounded by family.

    Many will claim many things as to why and it now falls upon our deaf ears.  

    Is there really a good enough reason to do anything for those who abuse children with sexual acts?  Really?  What reason can there possibly be for doing anything for them after that?

    I witnessed some bring him a cognac, paying his defense fees, bringing him tobacco, gathering his things, driving him to Texas, allowing him a lesser sentence, offering him free rent, giving him a home, bringing him food, etc, etc. Treating him not like the monster he was, but like the father they needed.

    So, as some want to caution me about "Asking" others to break the silence, to speak the truth, to call him a monster etc…..it isn't about saying your name, your crime against you OR even the abusers name, It is about you having to change your world.

    You don't want the silence to be broken for you don't want the relationship to break.

    Breaking the silence means breaking the family.

    And, it will be traumatizing. But, is it not better than believing you have a loving family when what you have is one which supports abuse?

    Children who are sexually abused lose their own sense of innocence, but they also lose their sense of security and family love.  For most children do tell, but they are not heard.  

    In my father's case most of the children did tell.  Fathers did not listen. Mothers did not listen. Preachers did not listen.

    We as a society are not used to hearing what is told by a child…especially if it is against a family member.  I was big and loud and articulate and still my family marched on.  Criminal behavior was supported by their actions.

    Perhaps the message isn't then breaking the silence as much as it is willing to hear the child.  Hear and response in a way that clearly states, I do not support sexual crimes…no matter what.

    One of the loudest messages I was given was "Family is Family NO MATTER WHAT."  And, when sex crimes come, family was stronger. It held together no matter what words I used or how I strung them together.

    The response you give when you hear about another's abuse can either be the second trauma or the healing balm.

    The healing balm is to have others believe us.



  • Signpost of Abuse

    In the definition of Borderline Personality disorder, the term "Disturbed Child" was used…in a way that allowed me to see how you would feel within this disorder. How you swing from an adult into a disturbed child…mostly when there is chaos or stress.

    And then I wondered about the cause or start of this condition, "How did the child become disturbed?"  

    I looked up the word "Disturbed".

    "Having had its normal pattern or function disrupted."

    "to intrude on; interrupt; to destroy or interrupt the quietness or peace of; to disarrange; muddle; often passive to upset or agitate; trouble…"

    "marked by symptoms of mental illness: a disturbed personality. 2. agitated or distressed; disrupted: disturbed seas; a disturbed situation. noun

    We often see a disturbed child, but not what has set it spinning.

    What intruded or interrupted their peace and quiet?  What came into their worlds and stole their innocence?  And, how do you get them back to being 'undisturbed'?  Is that even possible?

    While some see the disturbed child, I see the disturbed adult.  I see the abuser entering into the child's peace.  

    I see the family destroyed by the abuser, by shattering the peace and safety of family.  

    I see others holding on to 'family' like it is a life line to their own sense of peace.

    I also wonder, if you are born into disturbance, how do you discern disturbance?

    What I didn't know was peace.  

    I didn't know how it felt to be completely filled with resting peace and not be shocked awake in the middle of night with terror, to always feel that 'something' isn't right, but not know what that something was.  To not feel like I should be doing more or trying harder, or not good enough….to not be at peace with who I am and the choices I made.

    Also, I experienced the behaviors of being a disturbed child as an adult…as a mom. I could go from zero to 60 in seconds, from in control to completely out of control, when things did not go according to my plan. 

    I did not know that getting this disturbed child self inside me under control, had more to do with getting me to see the disturbed family I was born into…than to curbing my rage and anger.  

    Once I understood the churning waters of incest…I felt better inside.  I no longer expected me to make that normal or to fit into it…or change it.  I accepted my past and began moving away from things that disturbed my inner peace.

    I love that I no longer have to tolerate or put up with disturbing folks.  And, that I have a keen feeling of what disturbs my peace…and the right to say no to what doesn't feel right to me.

    As a child who suffers incest, you have nowhere to go to escape…especially when all the adults around you want to maintain normal.  

    Whether it is family or church, most will fight to defend it and discount any disturbance that is contradictory to what they believe.

    It continues to boggle my mind the extent people will go to to not know…to overlook each new disturbance that comes in, each piece of evidence that would rock their world…as to not require them to make changes or look deeply into relationships and beliefs.

    How they hold on tighter and blame the disturbance on those who dare speak.

    I feel and have felt that I am a complete disturbance….the cause rather than one who has experienced a disturbed father and mother. That I am more to blame for the family being torn apart or the estrangement.  Yet remember that estrangement means "alienation: separation resulting from hostility."

    I didn't move away because I am disturbed, but rather that our family is.

    It wasn't that I moved from love or peace, but away from the disturbance.

    It has been helpful to the disturbed child in me to literally be able to walk away…what I could not do as a child.

    I also believe, whether you see the disturbance or not, you will feel the affects…the disturbance will brew inside of you, a time bomb waiting to explode…a pit in your gut waiting to be soothed by something.  Perhaps what you don't see outside manifests itself inside.

    What we label as a disturbed child is literally a sign that there is someone/thing that is disturbing the family.  They are but a signpost of abuse.