Category: Examples of an Imperfect woman

  • Lady by the Lake

    Agate Beach…with my Girls, Finn and Peter.

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    Dog Heaven…and people too!

    There is no place as wonderful to be at on a Hot Day, than Lake Superior.  There was a fog out on the lake, and a cool breeze, and the water was comfortable.  Finn had a ball with everyone.

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    A perfect place to be!    Sunny, warm sand, and a cool lake…and family to enjoy it with.  They all swam for a long while.  I was in about 20 minutes or so.  Awesome!

    I then left this lake shore and went for a ride with my husband…..we too ended up by Lake Superior.

    We enjoyed a few moments along the shore lying on a quilt …with the waves making wonderful sounds…again a cool breeze off the big lake…and no bugs!

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    This rocky shoreline is For Sale, a neat little pennisula….We looked at this a few years ago, it has grown in lots.  A nice private beach

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    You can see by the driftwood, that no one has been along here for awhile.  It is nice hideaway…a perfect place to build my dream home…for today this place was mine to enjoy.   A Lady by the Lake.


  • A Mass Exodus Out

    I picked up the book, "The Body Never Lies" by Alice Miller, again…and found a few places that I had highlighted.  I am sure I wrote about these before, but somehow it seems applicable again…as I was thinking about the being hopeful that the adult children of abuse, will find a voice, begin speaking up, telling the truth about their parents, their childhood, and themselves.

    In here she writes,

    "A person once said, "It's true.  Why do I think it would kill my parents if I showed them what I really felt for them? I have a right to feel what I feel. It's not a question of retaliation, but of honesty.  Why is honesty upheld as an abstract concept in religious instruction at school but prohibited in the relationship with our parents?"

    "Indeed, how wonderful it would be if we could talk honestly to our parents. What they ultimately make of the things we say to them is something we have no influence on.  But it would be an opportunity for us, for our children, and not least for our body, which has after all shown us the way to the truth."

    "The ability of the body is a source of never-ending wonder to me.  It fights against lies with a tenacity and a shrewdness that are properly astounding.  Moral and religious claims cannot deceive or confuse it.  A little child is force-fed morality.  He accepts nourishment willingly because he loves his parents, and suffers countless illnesses in his school years.  As an adult he makes use of his superb intellect to fight against conventional morality, possibly becoming a philosopher or a writer in the process.  But his true feelings about his family , which were masked by illness during his school days, have a stunning effect on him, as was the case with Nietzsche and Schiller.  Finally he becomes a victim of his parents, sacrificing himself to their ideas of morality and religion, even though as an adult he saw so clearly through the lies of "society".  Seeing through his own self-deception, realizing that he had let himself the sacrifice of morality, was more difficult for him than penning philosophical tracts or writing courageous dramas. But it is only the internal process taking place in the individual, not the thoughts divorced from our own bodies, that can bring about a productive change in our mentality."

    "Those lucky enough to experience love and understanding in childhood will have no problems with the truth. They have been able to develop their abilities to the full, and the children will profit from that.  I have no idea how large the percentage of such people actually do.  I do know that beatings are still recommended as a method of parenting; that the United States, that self-styled model of democracy, still allows corporal punishment in schools in twenty-two states; and that, if anything, these states are becoming more vocal in their defense of this "right" to which all parents are entitled.  It is absurd to believe that we can teach democracy with the help of physical force."  

    "My conclusion from this is that there are probably a lot of people living in the world right now who have been through this kind of upbringing All of them had their resistance to cruelty clubbed down at a very early stage; all of them have grown up in a state of what I can only call "inner insincerity."  We can observe this wherever we look.  If someone says, "I don't love my parents because they constantly humiliated me," she will immediately hear the same advice from all sides:  She must change her attitude if she wants to become truly adult, she must not live with hatred bottled up inside herself if she wants to stay healthy; she can free herself of that hatred only if she forgives her parents; there is no such thing as ideal parents – all parents sometimes make mistakes, and this is something we have to put up with, and we can learn to do so once we are truly adult."

    "The reason this advice sounds so sensible is that we have heard it all our lives and have believed it to be sound.  But it is not.  It rests on fallacious assumptions.  It is not true that forgiving will free us from hatred.  It merely helps cover it up and hence reinforce it (in our unconscious minds).  It is not true that tolerance grows with age.  On the contrary. Children will tolerate their parent's absurdities because they think them normal and have no way of defending themselves against them.  Not until adult hood do we actively suffer from this lack of freedom and these constraints.  But we feel this suffering in our relations with others, with our partners and our children.  Infant fear of our parents stops us from recognizing the truth. It is not true that hatred makes us ill. Repressed, disassociated emotions can make us ill but not conscious feelings that we give expression to.  As adults , we will hate only if we remain trapped in a situation in which we cannot give free expression to our feelings.  It is this dependency that makes us start to hate.  As soon as we break with that dependency (which as adults we can normally do, unless we are held prisoner in some totalitarian regime), as soon as we free ourselves from that slavery, then we will no longer hate.  However, if hatred is there it is no good forbidding it, as all the religions do. We have to understand the reasons for it if we are to opt for the kind of behavior that will free people from the dependency that breeds hatred."

    "Of course, people who have been severed from their true feelings since early childhood will be dependent upon institutions like the church and will let themselves be told what they are allowed to feel.  In most cases it is very little indeed.  But I cannot imagine that it will always be like this.  Somewhere, sometime, there will be a rebellion, and the process of mutual stultification will be halted.  It will be halted when individuals summon up the courage to overcome their understandable fears, to tell, feel and publish the truth and communicate with others on this basis."  

    "Once we realize the immense amount of energy children can summon up in order to survive cruelty and extreme sadism, things suddenly start looking more optimistic. Then it is easy to imagine that our world could be a much better one if those children (like Rimbaud, Schiller, Dostoevsky, and Nietzsche) could expend their almost limitless energies on other, more productive ends that merely fighting for their own survival."  Alice Miller

    When I looked back upon why I was able to tell the truth and to walk with it, it was because of the fact I had withstood years of being repressed and created this strength to stand opposed.  But, this time I was opposing those who stood opposite of my feelings, instead of surviving living with people who didn't allow my feelings a voice.

    I wondered, how the adult children, or children who have been abused in the FALC, would ever find a way out to speak their truth.  It then came to me. I did.  The very morals that were preached to me, to be truthful, to be honest, I used.  I used them this time against the very factions that taught them to me; my parents and the church.

    I am very hopeful, that running in the bodies of many suffering adults who have been unable to see the truth, due to being unable to see their parents clearly will.

    And once they can, they will use the same energy it took to withstand abuse to walk away and oppose it.

    I love this phrase, "Those lucky enough to experience love and understanding in childhood will have no problems with the truth."  I am a walking billboard of this.  I was not able to see the truth.   The simple fact, that I had lived for 46 years with a pedophile for a father and not see it, shows that I did not experience love and understanding as a child.

    Just this fact alone, sent me into the land of denial.  Unable to see the truth.

    Imagine, in order for you to be with the truth, you have to be loved and understood as a child.

    What I believe, is that this alone is the sole reason for this abject failure to see the truth, and to beunable to be a witness to the volumes of abuse within the church; all of the people have not experienced being loved and understood as a child.

    Detective Tom Rosemurgy asked me, "What could we have done to make you see the truth, prior to your father being exposed?" And I had no answer.  I still don't but, I do have the reasons why I couldn't.  

    What I realize is that it isn't the message, but rather the person who is hearing it.

    And I believe, that each of us will carry this burden of the untold story, until our lives and our bodies become unmanageable….and then the truth will be born unto us.

    It wasn't that I was better than my siblings, I was more tired.

    The energy it took to repress my unexpressed truths was too great.  I couldn't hold it back anymore.  I shook and rattled, and it exploded forth.  Forty-Six years worth of emotions broke free.

    I have eternal hope, that one day, child by child, similar experiences will happen.  I also believe that there will be a mass exposure within the FALC, and that many children will become aware at once…for the numbers of abuse have increased exponentially since me.

    And what I love, is that the church itself has bred, individuals who have the unconscious feeling of having to do what is right, not what is comfortable…and has grown them to be used to 'different' and to not fear being ostracized.  All beautiful traits needed to set out on the journey away from abuse.

    I had all the tools within me, having lived the life I lived.  I was strong and I wasn't afraid to follow….but this time I followed me.  My feelings and my truth.

    I have great hope and belief, that once the flood gates open, there will be a mass exodus out.

  • Silently Supporting My Abuser.

    Having lived behind the scenes of a CSC case, and only as a second party or perhaps a third…I know that what you read in the paper is the tip of the iceburg, that for one person speaking out, there are much more being silent.  

    I know that the courts and lawyers have their own agendas, and will work each case to their benefit, heedless to the outcome and what message it sends, and to whom…however, the rest of us too, work each case to either further our cause or to run from our truth by remaining silent.

    Each of us sits with a vantage point, and what we do with it, will move our lives or our lives will be used.

    When you silently disagree, you are not standing in opposition, but actually with. You are consenting by passive actions.

    This passivity is a worker for crime.  It is a helper for the perpetrators…and it sends a signal to the victim, whose side you are on.

    If, we are expecting victims to come forth and use their voice, give up the names of their abusers, we as witnesses to their courage, have to be willing to do the same.

    What I recall most, what sticks out like a silent scream, is the silence.  The utter and complete silence I had when standing up against my family.  

    You receive no cards, saying "congratulations" for turning in a criminal…for lending your voice and your story to help build a case.  Nothing.  No response.

    The aloneness seems to permeate this walk…

    The voices you do hear are the ones wanting you to be silent.

    It is my intention to make some noise, to lend my voice and my journey to be supportive when others make this walk.

    Eventually, I did begin to pick up cheerleaders…and each one was the wind beneath my wings.  I would have done it regardless, but it sure helped knowing someone out there wasn't silently supporting my abuser.



  • A bit over nothing.

    On the front page of the paper yesterday is another CSC (Criminal Sexual Assualt) sentencing, a reduced charge and I wonder what is going on behind the scenes.

    The story kept coming back to me…and many thoughts came to mind.

    First of all, I am happy to see he was caught at 25, sad that he only got one year for having intercourse with a child 15 to 20 times.  It is insane…how there is not an outcry on the courthouse steps is beyond what a mind can hold.  Yet this child who spoke up, even if it was years later, still has labeled this man, so others can be aware.

    What this shows is how upside down our justice system is that he can plea bargain his way down to one year, with time served…about 100 days left on his sentence…for multiple rapes of a CHILD.

    How, How, How did we as a society get here?

    What most fail to recognize is what signals this sends out to other victims, that your rape, molestation isn't 'bad' enough…that you go through the whole trial and end up with a 100 day sentence.

    What I would like the victims to know though, it is not for naught.

    You are shedding light upon a very sick person. You have warned others.  You have found your voice.  You can now begin to upright your world, even if the world at large is upside down.

    I have a mind to write a letter to the paper…to congratulate this child.  To show there is someone in society that feels that even if justice wasn't served, she did her part.

    Her part isn't in question or should not be.  It is the folks in the courts who play with her history…her truth. Turning it around until it has a sentence attached to it that the defense can live with.

    If, we started actually trying these guys on the actual act, and holding them accountable and then having them serve the correct jail time, I wonder if the numbers of child abuse would fall?

    What we also all have to keep in mind, EVEN IF, the courts reduce the crime today, it Doesn't change how it originally happened. It doesn't make the intercourse a fondle or a touch.  It doesn't reduce the number of times he raped her.  Nothing changes, but the words on the paper.

    We once again, have to keep with reality and in doing so, will support the child.

    I don't know this girl, but wish her strength, and courage as she walks away from this trial.  She did her best…and the rest did a bit over nothing.

  • I Hope I Never Recover.

    As I thought about the word, RECOVERY, and what that truly meant for a child of abuse, I had to first look up its meaning. 

    Recovery, "Return to a normal state of health, mind, or strength…"

    Perhaps the burden to return to normal is what is truly felt by each child who has a parent expecting it to be so.

    When I look at the overall picture of abuse, I see the abuser not being asked to recover his normality, yet he is granted it.  In fact, most will not even put him into the category of being NOT normal.  And the child instead has to work to make Him (the abuser) normal in her mind.

    Oddly, my father didn't have to recover anything, for he never lost his original position as father.

    I however, felt the strain and stress of their annoyance and disappointment, that I could not recover my original state of mind.  I wasn't able to return him to father, and it wasn't HIS problem, but mine.  I am still in 'recovery'…is how they see it.

    I am not normal.  I haven't returned back into the family.  I refuse to fall into line.

    Child abuse is a crime that doesn't just affect the child. The wound ripples into the family, for it is usually someone they know and of that 50% a family member.

    The abuse shows the abscess in the family unit.  But, what usually happens, all look upon the child as the abscess, and not the abuser…and not the family as a whole.

    The legacy of this disease is that the family structure isn't seen as the problem and NOT the child.

    Expecting the child to only recover its normal state of mind, is to be in a huge state of denial.  The child, in my opinion is the one with the least amount to recover.  They are the ones saying what is wrong.  Usually, they speak up and then…nothing happens.

    No family implosion…there is perhaps a bit of wobbling, but the family unit doesn't fall down.  It stays standing.  They will Bless the 'sins' of the abuser….and return to work as usual.  

    And the child is expected to return to a normal state of mind…and slip back into the family with an abscess of abuse still alive, well and even in the home.

    In my case, I had to make the abscess normal and Me not normal.

    Recovering my normal state of mind was only gotten, by me leaving behind the family.

    If a family doesn't implode, the child has to leave…in order to recover.

    If a family imploded, it would show that they believed the abuse happened and it AFFECTED the family.  It took a once normal family unit and infected it. Yet, more often than not, the reactions of the family – Not imploding- is what set the child up to be the only one who sees this as wrong.

    Yet, in order to fit back into the family unit, you have to make up something in your mind to make it okay.  Usually, you are a child without a healthy adult supervision, so you make up the most plausible story…and return to a 'normal' family.  Never knowing you have just done what your relatives before you did.  Make abuse normal.

    If indeed, you stick your ground and refuse to recover the family unit, you will be ostracized.  You become the abscess.  You are not recovering…and seen as still being 'affected' by abuse.  Like, I haven't gotten over it yet.

    What they fail to appreciate is that I can't recover my dad or my mom.  They have been completely changed when I was abused.  By him abusing me and she did nothing. That is my abscess I can't recover from.

    Not the actual act of sex.

    It is the meaning of mom and dad.  I won't recover and return to my original state of mind.  I refuse to call them mom and dad.  Until I do, I am seen as not recovered.

    Looking for a child to return to their normal state of mind, to me means….to get back to the original relationship. And in order to do that the child has to give up their truth and pretend it didn't happen.  I still have a dad…and mom.

    It is my intent to never recover.

    I want to always remain connected to the truth of my past.

    When I look upon the way the FALC dealt with abuse, they make you recover quickly by the forgiveness of sins.  You are not allowed to remember, but made to forgive and forget.  You quickly MUST recover and return to the 'normal' state of mind.  

    The third party that failed me was the church.  Its foundation is created by washing away the image of abuse, to return my father back into a father. They never kept him as a pedophile, but washed his actions away.  They recovered his father image…and in doing so made me a liar.

    In order to be a good christian, I must return him to father…and her to mother.  Remember, "Honor thy mother and thy father…"

    I hope I never recover.


     

  • A New Reality.

    I am reading a book that I picked up at Dial Help, titled "Helping Your Child Recover from Sexual Abuse."  By Caren Adams and Jennifer Fay….written in 1987.

    There is an inner battle with my mind and body, for it will makes sense to one or the other, but not both.  I can read this from a parent view, but feel the ineptness as a child.

    Interesting.

    They give a scenario and then "What to say".

    I can see that this would be helpful to read Before your child was abused, but after, I believe you will be too distraught to find the page with the right phrase.

    In speaking about family and who to tell, they write;

    "If your child wants to tell everybody she or he knows, it could be that she/he has been rewarded for telling the story, and wants more reward.  In that case, try to reward your child in other ways, and limit the telling.  Everyone does not need to know; it's not a secret, but it is private. A child who needs to tell everyone in the world really has another need.  It is up to you and/or the child, to decide what to tell. It is not necessary for everyone to hear the details, even if they press you for them."

    Under What to say.

    " Who do you think we should tell about this?  Who would we tell if you broke your leg?  Had your tonsils out?"

    "I know this is embarrassing and sometimes people say thoughtless things, but I need support.  Shall we tell Grandma?  Aunt Pam? Your father? Your Teacher?"

    Okay, I am sorry, but being sexually abused isn't like a body wound, it is a huge blow to your inner self.  It isn't embarrassing, it is trauma to your emotional body. What is embarrassing is that the people you thought wouldn't hurt you did.  You misjudgement of character is what you feel taken aback by.

    The way they are talking about sexual abuse, feels to me like they don't know it by experience.  

    It isn't about who to tell or what, it is about keeping that child safe in reality.  It isn't about the other people, it is about what the child needs.

    I can hardly feel that the child will be seeking to be rewarded for telling her story.

    Rewarded, I believe for not telling it is more accurate in my experience.

    When 90% of abuse happens with someone you know, and 50% of that with family, the view point of abuse isn't typically like they are writing….for the most part it being a stranger.

    Recovering your child after sexual abuse, is more like recovering reality.  The child just happened to find a Cat in the matrix.  A person who isn't a 'loving friend/family' and now everyone needs to adjust to a new reality.

     

  • I gave up being Nice.

    Do you know what a Nice person is?  And is there a difference between a Nice person and a Good person?  This conversation was playing on Sirius radio as I delivered mail. (1999 re-broadcast of Oprah's TV Show)

    I looked up the definition of Nice.  "Pleasant, Agreeable, Satisfactory" were the first three meanings.

    I discovered, I am not a nice person, but that I am a good person.  I have moments when I am not agreeable and certainly not satisfactory, or pleasant.  

    However, for years I worked very hard at being Nice, pleasant and was extremely agreeable.  

    My main intentions was always to be liked.  I didn't have intentions beyond that. I wanted people to think of me as being nice.

    I gave up my personal integrity for the sake of being seen as nice.

    Now, I would much rather be a person of integrity, than be seen as nice.

    Nice now almost has a victim like status to me…or at least a person who is unable to stand up; it signals a weakness… not an admirable trait.

    Nice means you agree with all, and are never disagreeable.  

    I am finding it hard to quit going to a hairdresser, that it wouldn't be 'nice' to find a new one, to try out a new hair artist.  Same goes for groups I have been part of for many years, even though I know I have outgrown their borders, it would feel 'unkind' to quit.

    How odd is that, we focus on how our moving on impacts others, MORE than our staying too long impacts us.

    I did take the plunge and called a new hair lady…and I have a new Women's group in the works, so I guess instead of making an announcement I am leaving, I did make a point in talking of my newest adventure.

    Why is it so hard to leave groups to change relationships even if it is with a hairdresser?  

    Why is it seen as not nice when we take care of our selves and stand by our likes and dislikes, or make improvements, or seek groups that will take us to our next level?

    Somehow self-growth and our feelings have taken a back seat to appearing nice.

    What I know is that my journey in the past 7 years has given me a new label, and it isn't nice.  

    However, the woman inside is one that I am very proud of.  She is strong, confident and has no troubles standing up for what she feels is right or her truth.

    I like myself much better, since I gave up being nice.

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    My Lady isn't nice, she is many things, but nice isn't one of them.


  • Choose Differently

    "A responsible choice, is one you are willing to accept the consequence of that choice."  Eckhart Tolle

    This simple phrase when completely understood, will show how you are the creator of your own life, that karma unfolds, one choice at a time.  That each choice we make comes with a very specific consequence.  Not looking at the consequence is equal to making choices without thought…completely unaware or refusing to see the tag that is attached.

    The Universe isn't delivering the consequences, you are creating them.

    This is key.  Your power is at the level of choice, not hollering at the consequence.

    Hollering at the Universe for delivering the consequence YOU picked, is insanity.

    When my world was completely upside down, I had to start making choices that were the opposite of what I had chosen, in order to right my world.

    I had to look over what choices I had made that built the life I had.  I then had to start making new choices.

    These new choices were shocking to most of my relationships, but it turned my relationships completely around…it turned me around.  I was heading down the same path as my mother.

    I have heard, your life is either a warning or an example.  My mother's life was a warning.

    I had set the intention with my life, to not do as she did.  To make different choices…unknowing what the outcome would be, just knowing I had to steer clear of her path.

    It was remarkable how I was able to change my life, one choice at a time.

    At the time, it felt weird, awkward and extremely uncomfortable to stand in the new choice.  To not go to familiar places. To say things, I usually was silent about.  To step out of the old choice and into a new one, had me living very inept in my own life. 

    My awareness and consciousness was extremely keen, I would make no choice without feeling the consequence.  

    In the past, I was a choice maker without regard to the consequence OR the future, I lived very short sighted, like just this moment.  Very child like and irresponsible, not as a grown up at all.

    In fact, most of my choices were to dodge someone being mad at me, or someones disappointment, or to steer clear of a sticky situation, or to not face the truth of not only who I was, but who they were as well.

    My choices were based on skipping past the truth and hoping for a better tomorrow. Impossible to feel empowered…while making weak choices.

    Weak meaning, the ones that made the least amount of waves.

    The choices I now make concentrate on a few things; my intentions and what will the consequence be to me, my life and my tomorrow.

    I weigh it out.

    I had to make some extremely tough choices in order to exit out of dysfunction…there really were no easy ones.  No easy button, that will swiftly take you into a healthy lifestyle.

    It came with facing all I didn't want to see, feeling all I was too afraid to feel, and walking in directions I knew would piss people off.

    And I am still doing it.

    I am living my life based solely on the karma footprint to follow.

    I can't care today if you are sad, that is your business, not mine.  My business is to be a careful bookkeeper of my consequences.

    I only make choices that I am willing to accept the consequence to come.

    Being blind to the consequences, doesn't stop the consequences from being delivered. 

    My mother turned a blind eye, each time she refused to chose the child over her husband, and each time she did, she kept the gate open for the pedophile to abuse another girl…girls she was responsible for.

    Her choice led to more consequences….she is equally responsible for the girls being abused, due to her choices.

    I had to feel the weight of my choices…and how they affected my daughters.  I was the one who had not followed my feelings, and I stayed in relationships that were strained, that didn't allow me to be freely expressive.

    I forced myself to be with people my body feared and resented.

    The consequences were that my father had access to my daughters.

    I was shown all the places that I had made the choice to stay…and I now had to make the choice to leave…or be willing to accept the consequence.

    The choices are actually easier to make once you focus on the cause and affect of life.  Nothing happens without your consent.  Nothing.  You are approving your world with each choice you make or each new choice you fail to make.  

    There are no unwilling victims…just sometimes we have to give in to live or survive, but we agreed on some level.

    Knowing this, gives you the power to change.  Making the choice to not make a choice, is choosing to remain in the life you have.  Once you can see the choices you are making and how they steer your world, you will be able to play with the steering wheel; seeing what happens if you choose differently.



  • Notices the Lies.

    While listening to Debbie Ford talking to Oprah, she had an acronym for Denial; "Don't Ever Notice I Am Lying".  

    Isn't that clever?  

    And how often do we play this game, not only with ourselves, but with others as well.  We either say things we don't mean or mean things we don't say…we get in the habit of not speaking our truth, no matter how small and insignificant, we embellish it by not letting it just sit there in its glory….we lie.

    Who knew, lying is denial….

    When I think of the word denial, it was to put people in a state of not being aware.  I didn't put them actively participating in leaving reality; by saying what isn't true for them.

    It makes denial a less passive sport.  It makes it a personal activity.

    Most often, we know that our truth will ruffle feathers and sends ripples of waves in our 'close' relationships, so we hope they don't notice "I am lying".

    What I even believe, is that denial is rampant state of being, we are so used to saying not what we mean, that it is incredibly hard to not lie.

    To just say it as it is.

    We are addicted to the false sense of comfort of lies.

    This is especially true when you were born and raised in dsyfunction.  You don't really, really really want to know you are 'not normal' or that your family is not anywhere near the state of wellness.  You began living in this state of lies in order to survive your childhood, and then forgot to remember it was all lies.

    There has to be only two states of being. Denial…and lies or Truth and no lies.

    It isn't that we set out to be liars, but when abused, we are told to lie and lying becomes our way of being.

    We lie about how we feel, about not being afraid, about who we love, who we trust, we lie.  We lie in order to keep our worlds looking the same.  The world stays the same and inside we lie.

    Denial on the inside…so our worlds on the outside don't collapse.

    We then live rotting on the inside, while the outside has a mom and a dad, not a pedophile and his accomplice.  It is easier to lie, than it is to sit and feel the brunt of feelings and emotions that arise with the knowing of reality.

    My denial was brought into the open when my father was exposed as a pedophile, all my lies were found out.  I was a liar.  

    I would have thought our whole family would have been forced out of denial, but instead some were able to keep on lying.

    It was incredible and extremely frustrating and maddening and still is today…to witness the strength of denial.  And in order for them to keep up the lies, they can't participate in life with me.  I see now, I notice.

    I do notice their lies…which is what they push away from.

    I have had the opportunity to see my family and religious community in action when you bring up the words abuse or speak of pedophiles…They won't bring it in.

    I understand to my bones, how impossible it would be for a small child to wake up these folks, for I have been trying to piearce their denial…and have failed.

    They keep lying to themselves…over and over, flinging back the truth and saving the lies. Their whole lives are built upon a rotting foundation and they will work on the rotting structure, making it appear undamaged…while damage runs free.

    I am utterly impressed with the volume of lies folks believe.

    And I have become the liar in their midst, while they cling to the image of father and mother.  Something has to be wrong, so it is I.

    I am the lie.

    And he is the truth…as a father, not a pedophile.

    In order for the lies to work, I am not telling the truth…they are or he is, or my mother is truthful and I am a liar.

    They will deny my words and cling to the rotting family tree.

    My experience of them is that I am the one to stand clear of and they have.  Step back from the abused and step towards abusers to protect their own lies.

    Even within the church, the churches hierarchy will not even begin an inside investigation, words of abuse falls on deaf ears.  Who are they protecting???  Not the children, so then who?

    It came to me yesterday, Sunday when the church is full, that they too are hoping "Don't Ever Notice I Am Lying".  The church is lying. It lies when it says it can make the sins disappear.

    It is lying.  

    And yet, bring abuse there and you will be treated like a liar, no one believes you…yet they believe enough to bless it away.

    Their business is to bless away reality, kinda like denial.  Hoping no one notices the lies.


  • Still Creating.

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    Another Beach Bum…with a Jeep.  

    I was trying to change the perspective by having the lady close and the palm tree and jeep in the distance.  I am not sure if I pulled it off, I have to sit with it awhile.

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    I plopped down the pink sun…and loved it.  It is the surprise color…the unexpected bit that just seems to be needed.

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    It is always a good Sunday, when I can play with my Art.  With only one day off, I feel that I have to do something I love to do…to play instead of doing all work.  

    I began my day playing with her and ended it by doing some machine quilting.

    We are back in the basement, but still creating!