Category: Examples of an Imperfect woman

  • Badassery is a lifestyle!

    "Loyalty isn't a virtue, neither is patience" is what a wise friend wrote to me. 

    At the same time, I was told of a woman leaving her abusive husband.  I then wondered, what would a great care package consist of, for a woman who is making a huge life change?

    As the thoughts rolled around it came to me, it would be a Welcome to being a Badass!

    This is what it takes to exit abuse.

    You will be leaving loyalty to family, church and state.

    You will be no longer interested in having patience to wait for someone to rescue you, love you, honor you, respect you.  You know, that you have been the one you were waiting for!

    You will have to be your own badass! 

    Sadly, most who strive to leave abuse will have battle their families while doing so.

    It will be multi-layered assaults and or indifference…as you struggle to free yourself from harm.

    So, what would a badass package hold?

    What would inspire hope of a better horizon ahead?

    To me, it would be knowing there is a sisterhood of women whose steps you are following, and their joy, love and peace they now reside in.

    I was sent a packet of flyers about abuse when my father was in court.

    What I would have desperately wanted were signposts of hope.

    Visions of what life had to offer on the other side.

    Perhaps the pitfalls to avoid.

    Items for self-love.

    I will ask the women of WIND, to see if we can make up totes that would give hope to women changing direction in their lives.

    A Badass Welcome!

    I had to look up the word Badassery as defined by Brene Brown.

    "Badassery : when people stand fully in their truth, or when someone falls down, gets back up and says, "Damn, That really hurt, but this is important to me and I'm going in again' – that's a badass."

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     I want to start a Badass Club; where Badassery is a lifestyle!

  • Be Free

    What I have noticed about me, is that when a good-bye happens, I no longer fight or want the other person to stay or change to suit my needs.  My mind is at peace with the separation.

    In the past, my mind wasn't happy if things didn't stay the same.  My mind wanted to control all things at the cost of my peace, love and joy.

    It was a long process to accept the losses and to withstand the urge to either change myself so change didn't happen OR try and change another.

    What I believe is a sign of a healthy inner world is the ability to not feel devastated when a friendship ends. 

    I acknowledge the fork in the road where our mutual truths no longer align.

    In the past, I would have rated my friendship by the depth of the pain I felt as it ended.

    What I didn't know, is that it equals the amount of self wrapped up in the other person or co-dependency.

    Certainly, there are times I wished the communication line was still open to share either triumphs or heartbreak.  However, I have also found that I bring in the event even more fully when I am not sharing it immediately with someone.  I am learning to assimilate life's moments by myself.

    And, that has also had its own rewards.

    It has reduce the highs and lows to mediums.

    I am no longer making such a big deal of either of them.

    Bumping into an estranged family member is a rouge wave and is gone.

    Highlights a falling star, and life is back to normal.

    It is as if my life itself isn't so bi-polar with dramas swinging high and low…that would occupy hours of thoughts.

    I truly do feel like a sovereign person.

    People don't bleed into me, nor do their actions directly affect my state of being.

    I feel so grown up in my ability to manage change.

    This gives the power back to reality and the freedom back to the people and it leaves my mind without a job; except to be used to live in the here and now.

    I think, I thought, that a good life would be one without changes.  When in fact, the best like is to fully accept and appreciate the aliveness of life.  The seasons of sorrow and the moments of joy…and the beauty that is everywhere.  Knowing they are all part of the human experience.

    To live rigid expecting no changes is an awful place to be.  You are trying and failing, to control the uncontrollable.

    The grown-up me is free to be…whatever I am doing.

    From mail lady, to hiker girl, to creative artist….to separated friend to close friendship, wife to mom, to grandma…from laughter, to tears onto pure joy. Flowing like a river through my life.

    Our very nature is fluid motion.

    And, our soul knows its truth and where it needs to be or how it wants to respond.  Follow it and you will be free!

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  • Disorder that you feel.

    So, I was refreshing my memory about what "Art Therapy's" definition was so I could quote it tonight at my speech.

    "Treatment intended to relieve or heal disorder…"

    I then, thought….I best look up disorder; so as not to mis-speak.

    And, I LOVED IT.

    "State of Confusion"

    So, Art Therapy is then to relieve the state of confusion….

    What is so appropriate, is how literally, it helps.

    For me, IT didn't change the state of confusion my life was…but it relieved me from it.

    There truly isn't enough art to be done to change the confused state of a family with a pedophile in its midst.

    What I believe therapy's goal is…is for you to find peace with the state of confusion you land in.  It cannot change the state of confusion…nor can it fix what it didn't break.

    I love that there is a state of confusion…for it truly does leave you in a state of confusion when sexual abuse happens within a family.   The two natures clash and are the cause of confusion.

    What I have found is that so many want to restore or save the family.  They want to know, when I will speak to my mother.  When I will go back to family functions…..LIKE I AM THE ONE CONFUSED.

    I had to go and see the definition for confusion.

    "Confusion is the state of being bewildered or unclear in one’s mind about something."

    How remarkable!

    Wow.

    They were/are treating me, like I am bewildered or unclear about my abuse. Like the truth isn't clear to me or I am bewildered about incest.

    When I sought refuge in Art, my life was definitely in a state of confusion…wondering what was truth and what was fiction….and depending upon what the truth was….who was I?

    I LOVE that art healed my confusion.

    About Me.

    Truth

    Reality

    Love

    The gravest tragedy… is to be confused about who you are, where you come from and what is love.

    When a child experiences abuse from those she loves; it places her in a state of confusion…

    She is unclear who her parents are…

    How do you pick either a dad or a man who sexually abuses you….and further more, how do the two jell together in harmony, to make one man?

    Isn't that where the confusion starts?

    My confusion began to unravel when I saw just one.

    However, when I saw the pedophile; I was introduced to an abused self.

    This self is who I healed in art.

    Who I found through art.

    Art didn't change my reality; but it was a relief from confusion.

    Sorting out the confusion of what was what, where the real truth lay and then my response with awareness…was a very long brilliant journey of a million sorrows.  Letting go of what wasn't….and reaching toward new truths brought me out of confusion.

    Which is why I no longer play with any hint of untruth.

    It is what it is….and there lies no confusion.

    I can play with whatever truth comes my way; for I had to wrestle with the hardest ones already.  And, in the end; Truth is always kinder.

    To my mind

    body

    and 

    soul.

    Art therapy is a place to seek relief when life's confusions overwhelm you.

    It is indeed a refuge in a storm.

    I loved my art, my lady…and eventually knew that it was me.

    Truth is love and love is freedom to be you!

    The best therapy of all is Art.  

    For in Art you will discover who you are…and to me Art Therapy is anything that will relieve the disorder you feel. 

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  • Art Therapy

    On March 9th at 6pm at Copper Country Mental Health Institute, I will be giving a presentation on Art Therapy.   (it is free and all are welcome)

    I was given a 'suggestion list' of what I could talk about…

    -A definition of Art Therapy, summary and purpose

    -How has Art Therapy helped you in your emotional life?

    -Your background

    -How is it different from an Art Class?

    -Why can Art and the Creative Process help one struggling with emotional issues?

    I typically arrive at the event and speak.

    I prepare nothing.

    I am not good at following a script…and feel nervous when contemplating a memorized piece…or if I am expected to follow a path of reasoning that is prepared ahead of time.

    In creating Art, there is no pattern or path to follow…and, I am sure in life as well.

    I am not sure there is a difference between doing Art and Art Therapy.

    I think the process of Art IS therapy.

    While playing with whatever art form you love, you will lose yourself in its grip. You will lose track of what in life you are struggling with. It is completely hard to hold on to the stress of life while playing with color and design and focusing on where the Art is taking you.

    I can only speak from my experience of breaking out of denial and finding that I had no clue who I was.  When my life wasn't as I thought it was; neither was I.   Art held a space for me, where I still recognize this part of me…the creative part.

    I was discovering my past and learning how I became who I was and had no idea who I would end up to be; and Art grounded me in reality when reality blew my mind.

    I also believe, that Art is done from the side of the brain where logical and thoughtful beliefs don't live.

    It was to escape my thinking mind to play.

    I also believe that my Art was showing me who I was; before I knew Me. 

    It was also showing me, I was okay long before I felt it would be possible to feel joy or love or peace again.

    It was as if my soul resided in my art…

    My breakdown was to go from living as a thinking mind person to a soul full one.

    And, my Art led the way.

    My art is done by feeling.

    I feel joy in fabrics and excitement when odd ones seem to be pleased to be near each other. The unexpected colors engaged.

    I believe I learned how to Feel through my art.

    I learned how to express joy, love and peace in fabric…and design.

    I LOVED my Lady….and one day understood that my lady was Me.

    This is what I hope to express as I speak to the NAMI group.

    I journaled and wrote and wrote and journaled to figure out how my life could have been lived for 46 in denial.  I wrote what the mind felt comfortable with and what my soul needed…learning about denial and how difficult it was to follow my soul, for its path led me away from family.

    I walked in nature and found peace with things that remained fixed…a tree was a tree always.  Unlike my experience of sexual abuse (Incest); where family turns into monsters.

    Art I would say was my future….self…by reconnecting me with my Self at the time of play.

    Often my art didn't make sense to me until months and often years later.  I didn't know what I was doing, yet I knew it was profound and specific to me.

    Art Therapy maybe is more personal.  There is a connection with each piece that holds deep meaning.  Or great emotion is sewn into the quilt.

    It was as if I literally was stitching myself back together in Art.

    The emotions of knowing you were sexually abused by a parent overwhelms the circuits we feel with.

    I remember having emotions too big for our home and I had to leave and get outside.

    It felt the universe was big enough to hold the volume of feelings that rushed and overloaded me.

    At the same time the horrific feelings were being expressed….so were joyful ones being born.  

    Art was a way for me to express joy.

    It balanced my world. Otherwise, I felt like I could get lost in the sea of bad emotions.

    I had to look up the definition of "Therapy".

    "Treatment intended to relieve or heal a disorder."

    Perhaps the difference between Art and Art therapy is how you feel during and after.

    If it relieves your sense of disorder….it is Art Therapy.

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    This is one of my earlier pieces…created in 2005- "Inside Out".  It was how I was learning to live….with fearless acceptance of what is.

     

     

     

  • Your Lens

    From David Cowardin's book "Down South Justice"

    "The words of Charles Bukowski's famed poem, 'Roll the Dice'…"

    "If you are going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don't even start.  This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives, and maybe even your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days.  It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail.  It could mean derision. It could mean mockery-isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are tests of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it. And, you'll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you're going to try, go all the way.  There is no other feeling like that.  You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It's the only good fight there is."

    What I learned about the people Down South is that there are two sides; one working for the rights of animals and the other ignoring them completely.

    The passion or mission that the rescuers live with is remarkable; how they are willing to go into dark places for the rights of innocent dogs.

    It seems in order for humanity to see its own actions, there needs to be people out there willing to shine lights upon it.  Willing to step into the dark places and rescue the abused.  Even when all appears hopeless.  When it appears you are fighting generations of thinking that doesn't include empathy.  Or maybe where power is gotten by beating those weaker than you.  

    Who among us are willing to lose it all in order to try and lend sway to an old mind set?  

    You truly have to believe to the core of your being YOU are making a difference….in at least the very few lives you touch.  You can't change it all, but you can make change.

    I applaud the people in the South who are going against the old mind set and affecting change in many animals lives…while trying to poke holes in old beliefs.

    How interesting to see the worthless way they (abusers) view animals….and how that translates into other areas of their world.

    David also writes about the correlation between how those abusing dogs cycle up to humans as well.

    "Animal cruelty affects more than the animal, more than the rescuer, more than the taxpayers wallet, and more than a study correlating animal abuse with other domestic crimes. It leaves a permanent stain on society and immeasurable pain on innocent families."

    "Aiden was in the first grade. He loved football. But he never was given a fair shot at a future. He became another tragedy of the culture of animal cruelty."  David

    When David and I were filming my segment on "Call Me Mental" I told him, that victims of child sexual abuse were like these dogs he found Down South needing to be rescued….but, that their wounds were not clearly seen.

    While he could clearly see the horrific abuse against animals…it wouldn't be so easy to show the scars of human to human abuse.

    The heroes he writes about and the unthinkable abuses of animals seem to be clearly defined.  And, yet his story shows it is not.

    Those who are abusing…are not aware.

    For if they truly could see value in the animal….there would be no abuse.

    And, then no need for rescuers.

    The meer fact that there needs to be rescuers…means there are people who are unaware.

    This unawareness towards the feelings of other is the cross roads for abuse.

    Something within them can't see value or connect with another's feelings.

    While it seems impossible that there are people who will willingly and righteously hurt animals; the same holds true for people.

    Value and feelings are what is important; not the container in which they are held.

    Perhaps what makes the efforts of rescue so maddening IS that we can't legislate value and feelings.

    Just as in Child Abuse cases; we can't force parents to feel value or connect with feelings.

    It is my humble belief that those who are abusing have zero self-value and are disconnected from their own feelings…for we truly see and project onto the world who we are.

    And, many are just doing what generations before them have done.

    Once powerless…they grow up and become the powerful; gaining their power by doing to others what was done to them.  The cycle continues.

    There are those among us who are willing to roll the dice to end abuse.

    As I finished this book last night…I remember looking at David across the table as I told him how alone I was…estranged from family.  And, he said, "you are not alone…you have me and many others."

    He is right.

    I thought of how many silently and boisterously are with me…how strangers have become friends.  

    The new ones who I have friended have walked with me on this new pathway that cycles away from abuse. They have held spaces for me to speak and share my story…they have listened and offered compassion.

    Many are doing what they can to help those who are trying to right themselves after abuse.  Some of my newest friends are like me.  They have traveled similar roads and are heading toward brighter futures…free from abuse.

    The author of the poem is right.

    "If you are going to try, go all the way."

    I see no halfway out of abuse.

    And on the other side are new people who see and feel your value.

    Thanks David for being you!  I love how you share you completely as you investigate the lives of others. You strength is your vulnerability and we feel valued looking into your lens.

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  • Circle of Abuse.

    While doing yoga this morning, it came to me, that I have the right to be angry, to feel resentment or indignation.  I am not in the wrong. 

    I tried to resurrect the feelings within me when I am faced with family…now.

    And, I guess mostly I feel I am wrong.

    Wrong to have set boundaries.

    Wrong to have spoken/written about sexual abuse; my own.

    Wrong to have asked for space.

    Wrong when Others ask for space.

    Wrong to feel anger.

    Wrong to feel deserving of more than they could give.

    Wrong to be estranged; to dare walk away.

    "How dare you are Beth Ann?"….rings loud and clear – a song from legacies long ago.

    How dare I try and change my legacy.

    How dare I do different than so many women in my family.

    How dare I tear apart denial.

    How dare I point out their shortcomings….along with mine.

    How dare I reach beyond their comfort zone.

    How dare I be me.

    How dare I seek truth.

    Perhaps the greatest resentment is feeling wrong for being me.

    For living my life as authentically as I can.

    Another source of anger, is the lack of support from family, as I learned to walk a new pattern.   The silence rang their disapproval…along with their labels of "Mental" tossed easily my way.

    I don't feel my family is intentionally hurting me, anymore than I am them.

    It is the natural feelings that come with separation or with leaving dysfunctional relationships.  

    Our feelings naturally change when behavior changes.

    I am seen as the opposite of them….as they the opposite of me.

    My anger and resentment fizzle out when I realize they are where I came from.

    They are not aware.

    Their awareness will come when its time to shine; and not before. 

    It is not my job.

    I am a threat to their beliefs…as well as the object that 'needs to be forgiven'.

    My sadness comes from not being seen and understood. Or cheered as I crawled back to full power. And, that I am seen as wrong…while my parents were supported for being right. 

    I don't know what it feels like to be part of a circle that has a real black sheep….an estranged one…on the outside.  

    To be part of the 5 sisters that continue to gather and make new memories…while one 'wrong' one stays away.

    To be a mother of 14 and have one refuse contact.

    I know what it feels like to be on the outside; but not on the inside looking out to me.

    All I know, is the silence or angry retorts, that early on, came my way.

    I can't know what it feels like to have me out here writing…STILL all these years later.

    I find that it has to be much easier to be inside with the majority.

    "There is safety in numbers"…

    The loneliness of being alone is  made better by the new friends I have made along the way.  But, regardless alone outside of family is unlike anything else I believe.

    It is un-natural.

    And, it sets you against those you shared so much of your life with.

    It is to go against a huge part of your own self.

    My anger, I guess, boils down to feeling that I am wrong and mental for being abused.

    That I am insane, to embrace reality and truth.

    And you know what….I dare be Beth Ann. 

    I dare speak my own voice….out loud and in public.

    I dare walk away from things that insult my self-worth.

    I dare leave religions that bless away actions of predators.

    I dare go silent with a mother who knew and turned away.

    I dare go silent with a father who molests little girls.

    I dare shut down relationships with those who silently carry on like normal.

    I dare to be alone.

    I dare change the pattern.

    I dare to be wrong in your eyes to do what is right for Me.

    I feel that my feelings of anger and resentment transformed into the courage… and dared to do things differently. To stand against family in support of the child.  Knowing I was going to lose so much in order to gain self-respect and self-love.

    My anger left me while I dared to confront all the people and things that unconsciously supported the abuser.

    I wonder if courage is the opposite of anger?

    I looked up the "opposite of Anger" and one of the places said "Forgiveness".

    Wow. 

    Also, "amiability"….which I had to look up.

    "the quality of having a friendly and pleasant manner; geniality."

    and, Charity.

    So, if you are not angry about abuse….you are in these categories.

    I gave up all those friendly ways and found the courage to face abuse.

    By the way, Anger's definition is "a strong feeling of annoyance, displeasure, or hostility:"  

    It's funny, but those are the feelings I felt coming from family…when I dared speak my silence.

    I am allowed to feel anger…it is my right.

    I will not have a pleasant manner towards abuse.

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    My latest Ladies are hiking ladies and I feel their triumph over obstacles. 

    I am hopeful that hiking 100 miles will be easier than the hike to the outer circle of abuse.

  • What They Have to Say

    I was curious enough to read this link….and see if there was something in it that would help my hip. http://www.drnorthrup.com/heal-arthritis-release-fear-anger/

    One thing she mentioned was;  "Typically, arthritis on the left side of your body will have to do with relationships, creativity and other feminine qualities, or the women in your life."

    How interesting this was.  

    As well as this;

    Express Your Emotions Then Release Them. Once you have identified the location and meaning of your arthritis, express the emotion(s) associated with it.
    Start by placing a hand on your painful body part and say “This hurts.” If you have pain in more than one place, move your hand from one place to the other and simply repeat “This hurts,” or “I hurt here.”
    Then say, “I choose to release this” then name your emotion or event. If you cannot name the emotion or event, you can say, “I now clear my anger, resentment and fear out of my joints.” Use this as you peel the layers and uncover the root cause of your arthritis.

    I know that the body carries 'unexpressed' emotions and that the mind is also manifested in the body.   What I haven't identified with is hurt.

    We can easily say, "I hurt"….but is it much harder to pinpoint the cause of the hurt and express our anger towards it.

    I have explored and delved into the experiences of sexual abuse; but I am not so certain I have touched base with my hurt.

    What hurt me the most?

    What caused me physical and emotional pain?

    How did this make me feel?

    I have been most curious with the affects of abuse; but my engagement with anger was fairly short lived. Meaning it was expressed early on and in an unenlightened way.  My response wasn't carefully thought out or articulated.  Anger almost detached from me.

    Touching directly with inner anger and resentment feels reckless.

    Or perhaps it's scary for those are not easily liked or accepted emotions.

    I even felt that anger and resentment were senseless emotions.  For they raged at something that couldn't be changed.

    I didn't think of them riding along as pain…unexpressed.

    How do you express rage and anger?

    How do you reach in and greet something with such a loud volume?

    Especially when you have been conditioned and taught to steer clear AND, when you were so young when the source of pain happened.  

    I have others express more anger and rage about my sexual abuse than I.

    It is interesting to me to note this.

    I even think, early on, when I had glimmers of anger/rage/resentment….family was too horrified I was directing these emotions at someone they loved…and I had loved too.

    There has to be a weird line that we wobble on when the cause of our anger is laced with love.

    It is to be a traitor to love.

    This I believe dampens the correct volume of expression.

    It isn't politically correct to 'trash' your own bloodline.

    So, where and how do we express hurt?

    I sit with hurt.

    It hurt me when you didn't love me as a little girl.

    It hurt me when you didn't love me as a truthful adult woman.

    It hurt me when you choose to worry about my father.

    It hurt me when you didn't realize how hurt I was; then and now.

    It hurts my heart.

    It breaks my heart.

    I hurt as I am out of the circle due to being abused.

    I feel sad.

    I can't connect to anger and resentment.

    There seems to be a divide between hurt and anger.

    That the two emotions can't exist together.

    When I focus on the anger it is to expect something different than what you could offer.

    When I focus on hurt, it is how I feel.

    I don't want to hurt those who hurt me.

    I want to be at peace with being out of the circle of family.

    If all my anger and resentments were clear; would I still have joint pain?

    I must get in touch with anger and resentment and hear what they have to say.

     

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  • Apathy into Action

    "I wanted to see what she sees so maybe I could better understand why these women continue swimming against a current that is just too strong and pulls them into eddies, tossing them in circles."  David Cowardin "Down South Justice

    I love this analogy.  I love how there are those among us who continue to swim against the current for what we believe is right.

    That there is a calling deep in our souls and we can't ignore a problem; but continue to do what we can to change the course of wrongs.

    Another sentence that David wrote…."They're committed themselves to a cause that they admit is so depressing that they likely won't see the impact of their efforts in their lifetime."

    I love this.

    Love it in a way that I deeply understand.

    It is beyond personal achievement.

    It isn't about the self.

    It's about the great good of the whole.

    The frustrations in the dog rescue world is equal to the child abuse arena.

    It isn't about money and legislation.

    It is about changing the mindset that believes the incredible ideas of abuse.

    I know it may be really hard to wrap your mind around the idea that some people are okay with abuse.  Not okay in the manner that are perpetrators; but okay in that they are unmoved by it.

    They are unwilling to change their thoughts and beliefs about family and religions where abuse is fully supported by forgiving it.

    Each of us is leaving a trail behind of the cost of our beliefs.

    Nothing goes unnoticed.

    As I was looking in my archives for a photograph, I happened upon a blog I posted about Alice Miller and her radical therapy, in that she looks at the past, the parents and the landscape of childhood.  

    She writes.

    The "Afterword to the Original Edition" at the end of "Thou Shalt Not Be Aware; society's betrayal of the child, Alice Miller writes.

    "Before sending the manuscript of this book to the publisher, I gave it to four collegues to read who had shared in the development of my ideas through numerous discussions. The first one said that after our many conversations the material was no longer new to him and he was able to confirm my hypothesis on the basis of his practice. This reaction pleased me very much, since it indicated there was little likelihood that mine would be a lone voice among psychoanalysts. Another analyst said the scales had fallen from her eyes when she read my case presentations. She was relived to be able to cast aside the ballast from her training that she had never fully accepted and give more credence than before to her own findings and perceptions. The third colleague reacted the same way many parents did to my previous books, i.e., with guilt feelings. She said if my arguments were correct, that would mean she had made grave errors; she recalled patients who, as she now thought, had been desperately attempting to articulate their traumas, whereas she had always felt obligated to regard what they said as an expression of their childhood fantasies and desires. I could only tell my colleague that I had felt this way for a long time, too, and without that experience I would not have been able to write this book. Whether someone reacts to my views with sorrow and guilt feelings, or even with total denial, depends on his or her own history."

    "My fouth colleague said she felt as though blinders had been removed from her eyes, but at the same time, now that she was seeing new connections, she was also feeling disloyal to her teachers, to whom she was grateful for a great deal and who had insisted that the drive theory was the central factor in analysis. Her observation gave me food for thought."

    "Both sorrow and a conflict of loyalties will undoubtedly be required of us if we are to recognize and come to terms with "poisonous pedogagy's"influence on our childhood and specifically on our training as analysts. But if we succeed in working through our sorrow, we shall gain the freedom to judge for ourselves and with this the possibility and the right to make use of our own eyes and ears and to take our own perceptions seriously."

    "The direction in which I have moved in writing this book as well as countless unfortunate childhoods I have read about in letters from my readers caused me to question how the truth could have remained hidden from me, too, for such a long time and what role the drive theory played in concealing it. It troubled me that so few of my colleagues were able to accompany me on my journey, and in trying to find the societal reasons for this, I came upon the drive theory, the Fourth Commandment, and the traditional methods of child-rearing, a combination of factors that explained the collective denial of childhood trauma. But this was my personal journey. My colleague's reactions showed me that the ways in which one can respond to new experiences can vary greatly; what led to a radical change of direction in my attempt to understand neurosis may elicit different responses in others. How we integrate new insights into our existing fund of knowledge depends on our character, our age, and our previous experiences. The discoveries I have made bear my own personal stamp and therefore cannot be prescribed for others. but the hypotheses I have adopted cane be examined, again from a personal perspective, and can serve as a basis for new findings. The purpose of this book is not to win support for my conclusions, for that would only encourage the uncritical stance I object to; rather, it is my hope that the findings I have presented here will challenge the readers to go on to make their own discoveries. Alice Miller

    What I love about both David's insights into animal cruelty and those who are struggling to flip the mindset and Alice Miller in her discovering how therapy needs to change in order to work….is that both of them are working towards changing OUR thoughts.

    It isn't the dogs that need to course correct.

    It is more about our conditioning and thoughts and beliefs.

    How we see helpless animals.

    And, in Alice's case how we understand how adults seeking therapy…have gotten this way.

    I almost feel we do have more empathy for a traumatized animal. We understand IF their former owners mistreated them, they will come with unjustified fears.

    It doesn't cost us anything to go back into the lives of animals.

    However, to truly see the affects of inhumane abuse of a child; it will require you to look deeply and truthfully at family and religion.

    It will cost you.

    I am just getting how truth isn't about what you say and experience.

    How it is fully dependent upon the listeners world.

    What will it cost them to hear your experience.

    I know, I am tossing together abused animals and children…and those who are looking to shine lights upon a very disturbing subject.  

    But, if we don't who will?

    And, the more lights that shine upon it, the more regular folks will have to ask themselves what are they doing in their own lives that is more for the continuation of abuse….or that makes it harder on the abusers.

    One more thing, that I LOVE about David Cowardin…. is what he writes about himself in his book.  

    "I moved nervously in my seat, and refocused my attention to my camera.  It's something I was used to doing; if I felt uncomfortable in a situation, I would look at the scene through my camera, which helped me detach from reality of what was happening. I could think in numbers of shutter speed and aperture instead of feeling the emotions of fear and discomfort." 

    Perhaps the greatest hurdle for the truth to be heard is to be comfortable with fear and discomfort.

    I love that he is willing to swim into the current with us as we strive to swing the balance of apathy into action.

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  • They Call Love…and Faith

    Are you controlled IF you agree with the sentiment that is controlling you?  Are you held prisoner if you want to be there?  If you gave up your rights to your own body to be loved and accepted, are you then not a participant, or at very least a contributor, to your lack of freedom?

    What occurred to me, is that many (or most) women of the FALC, is that they were taught from childhood to relinquish their rights to their own bodies. They agreed by not revolting against it.

    Certainly, they were children when this game began and it was orchestrated by those in power in their worlds.  Love and Fear were mixed into the equation.

    They don't feel controlled; but loved when they gave up their individual freedom.

    Love, to them is captivity, or the lack of personal freedom.

    Others loved them more when they went along with the program of being voiceless and choiceless.

    To try now to undo the years of conditioning and to separate themselves from this tangle of love bonds…is incredibly hard.

    We gave up our freedom for Love.

    Now, in order to regain our freedom, we will lose the love.

    What some see as controlling; we see as love.

    And, IS this love…to be controlled by another?

    This unique partnership of agreeing to be controlled, camouflages the wrongness.

    We tend to think of control as feeling powerless, not feeling loved and accepted.

    I once again, feel it tough to articulate how the intricacies of this works so brilliantly when the person without power WANTS it.

    When the controlled person believes it is their Faith.

    And, that they are living a life that God wants.

    He wants them to be powerless; that Man and God have the right to their bodies…but, not themselves.

    Is someone who ardently wants to be a 'good christian' by relinquishing all rights to their own bodies…being controlled?

    And, isn't this the perfect recipe for brainwashing?

    Where the victim actually believes IT is what they want.

    To change their minds to live their lives by the wishes, beliefs and desires of others.

    Giving up their own personal choices, wishes and dreams…in order to be a great team player…in family and church.

    Isn't this the true meaning of Martyr?

    To be killed for her beliefs….and yet the person who dies, is yourself.

    You have to let go of who you were born to be in order to be loved and accepted by family and religion.

    How do you grab the attention of a woman who has given up her own life to be loved and to be a good christian woman?  Who are you actually talking to?

    I feel that so many women are clones or the walking dead for the church.

    Their separate identities are lost and before they even had a time to be formed; they were molded into the image the church needed.

    The very reason, that I found myself at 46, completely empty when I lost my church and family.  Without them, I had no idea who I was…where I was going.   I was lost, I didn't know who I was; but I was going to go and find Me.

    I don't believe that other women will wake up to this same fact, until that which they believes loves them…fails them completely.

    It wasn't that I seen there was no Me…but rather that which I thought was love was not and those I called family….were abusive and the church that I thought had high morals and values; didn't have any.

    I guess I saw the machine that controlled me as evil…and unloving.  My definition of love was empty.

    I am not sure what was more shocking to see the reality of abuse OR the absence of Me.

    When I took my power back and gave myself the freedom of choice…I began discovering love.

    Love of self

    Love of life

    Love that is Love

    My definition of love is freedom.

    And, I am very wary of anything or anybody that seeks to control me.

    Control is not love…

    I had to look up the word control.

    "the power to influence or direct people's behavior or the course of events:"

     

    The only power love has, is freedom to be you.  

    If you are under the influence of others…it isn't love; but control.

    If you agree to give up your personal freedoms…it is brainwashing; not love…and not a spiritual practice; but a controlling religion.

    In meeting women who are still faithful to the FALC or churches like them…I cannot see an individual person…just a mouth piece echoing the beliefs of their faith.  There is no individual there; nor can she make one move that is opposed to her church.

    Standing there with captured body and mind…she is empty of self.

    The only free movement are those that are in agreement with the church and family.

    And yet, she would gladly tell you she is not controlled….but, is a very Faithful Christian Woman.  She loves her Church and Family.

    Blind to the faults each hold.

    Blind to the binds that bind her.

    "Bless be the tie that binds…" is a song.

    What they fail to notice is the tie that binds, has killed the individual long before it had a chance to become.

    Bond together blindly, silently…by and evil force they call love…and Faith.

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     I created this quilt early in 2004 or 05.   "Soul Lost"  A perfect vision of me coming out of an abusive family and cult like religion.

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  • Neutralizes Shame

    "The opposite of shame is empathy"  Brene Brown

    I caught the beginning of an act of shame.  As I drove away, the context of what was happening dawned on me.  He was trying to shame them into good behavior.

    Is that even possible?

    He had a smile on his face…he was pleased with what he had come up with to gain compliance by a few folks who ignored the rules.

    It wasn't what the sign said, nor the non-compliance…but rather how pleased he was for singling them out…that stayed with me.

    His pleasure at shaming him…showed his character. 

    I pondered his response to clients who were disrespecting the rules, and realized this was familiar.

    The old me would have approved.

    I used to use shame as a way to control others and make them behave.

    It seems insane to me now.

    But, when I was powerless…I made those with less power…even less powerful.

    To use shame to get others to respect rules…is to use disrespectful behavior and expect to be respected.  It is all twisted up and backwards.

    My old mothering reflected this insanity.

    I don't know for sure what changed my shame based mothering to empathetic?

    It must have something to do with my acceptance of my abuse and the lack of shame about being abused…that changed me.

    The old me would derisively point out others faults to raise me up.

    Silently…

    or out loud.

    Putting them down to be higher.

    What an exhausting way to live…and so powerless.

    Using someone else to feel powerful.

    Co-dependent for sure.

    As I neutralized the shame, I no longer needed anyone to be lower than I, to feel my own worth.  I no longer needed shame.

    Imagine. I used shaming others to feel powerful. Lower them to raise me up, without a care to how it left them being.  

    In fact, somehow in my twisted mind, I believed that they would see the error of their ways and comply…

    Like I was doing them a favor for pointing out their shortcomings.

    I know this was a learned behavior, either from the church or from how I was raised…or both.  

    It was only when I found peace with my abuse; did I learn to interact with others on an even playing field.  

    I can recall feeling so inept with allowing others to control their own worlds…in letting go of being dependent upon them for my self-worth.

    It was to be completely empty…but, not worthless.

    There was a line in a book I was listening to….and he said he was emptied from the experience of being a prisoner of war….and that all he wanted to do now, was to fill himself with joy.  "Unbroken" is the name of the book.

    This made sense to me.

    I too recall feeling of wanting to go out and find things that brought me love, peace and joy.

    I guess, when you have been emptied of shame….there is a wide open space to be filled…

    My soul was thirsty for things I loved…even to know love.

    I was no longer tolerant of things that didn't feel like peace…and no longer tolerated untruths that stole my peace.

    Joy was a feeling I longed for…and captured in a 1,000 different ways. 

    I came alive…or lived for the first time; when I no longer felt ashamed.

    It is interesting, I felt ashamed…before I knew my truth. 

    And, when my denial broke…shame left me.

    I was an empty me…waiting for me to find things that reflected who I was.  

    I began to build me.

    What is interesting to me, is that I no longer felt shame or ashamed of my truth….and yet others treated me as something shameful.

    It is like the inner shame became outer shame. But the outer shame had no impact on me…for inside of me I was filled with empathy for me and my journey….my truth.

    It is so much better having shame on the outside as others view you….compared to feeling that you are shame.

    Once I felt shameless…nothing anyone can say or do will be able to put it back inside of me.

    Truth and self-acceptance neutralizes shame.

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