Category: FALC

  • Cage of Silence

    Silence is the least effectual response to sexual abuse, and yet the most widely used.  

    Silence keeps your world operating as if nothing happened.  Silence sits with fear and terror.  Threats, and just the natural ugliness of abuse, demands silence.

    Silence.

    No words.

    Truth sits with no sound.

    Which reminded me of this:

    "If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?" is a philosophical thought experiment that raises questions regarding observation and knowledge of reality."

    I wonder if most need to hear the sounds, in order to acknowledge the reality of sexual abuse?  That unless the accounts are spoken, IT didn't happen. 

    However, EVEN when someone speaks out, there is still doubts.  It is like telling about the sounds of trees falling, when they never have seen one with their own eyes.

    Do we literally have to witness abuse in order to accept it in reality?

    We use silence as the proof of incest and sexual abuse not existing.

    The silent children (adult children too) within the church are inadvertently painting the picture of purity; while being deeply wounded from abuse.

    Silence of abuse equates to no abuse.

    Without a verbal account, we tend not to believe.

    And even after a verbal account, most will not change their image of the abuser, to sexual predator.

    Those who break the silence have the job of convincing others that their abuser is a predator, and say not just a dad, or a church going man, a preacher, a uncle, a grandfather, a brother, christian neighbor, a family friend.

    95% of abusers are known to the family, and 50% are family.

    Breaking the silence, is to break the image our family holds about someone.  

    And, who will listen and believe such perverse familial abnormal behavior coming from those we know?

    And, further still, what if those who are listening are wounded too…and you breaking the silence, will open their own wounds.  Who wants to sit in the deep family legacy of abuse.

    Who wants to sort through all their relationships to see their contents, it is easier to shut the door on your voice.  To holler and demean you, shame and degrade, to shut you out, than to welcome decades worth of filth.

    Who really wants to know their family and love is laced with abuse. That the undercurrents and silent rage that is bottled up inside of them, has your truth.  

    Their silence is threatened by your speaking out.

    Their truth wobbles when another victim finds their voice.

    I am turned away from, steered clear of, and kept at a distance, and space is sought from me. It isn't because of MY story.  It is because they do not want truth to seep into their worlds.

    Silence keeps truth at bay.  

    Or, so they think.

    Silently more and more children are getting abused.

    Predators need your silence.

    Children look upon your silent face and believe, they are wrong.

    That grandpa or daddy isn't the monster they see.

    Your silent face speaks of their innocence.

    Surely an adult would break the silence of abuse.

    Especially one in the First Apostolic Lutheran Church.

    Who knows it is taboo for there to be sex before marriage, outside of marriage and with children.

    A woman who sits in church and speaks against all the sins of the world, surely would also keep a predator away from her family.

    A child watches your silence.

    And believes he is wrong.

    She feels wrong.

    Her fear is unjustified.

    Her terror a mixed up wire in her body.

    She is wrong.

    Your silence is God's Peace.

    Until.

    A small young girl sees what you see and breaks the silence.

    She says, Grandpa touched me.

    Your father is now confirmed as the monster you felt.

    Silence is an option.

    To stand with the little girl and speak out…or to be silent.

    I went with the little girl and the fear in my body.

    Into the unknown, but known.

    Towards the unpopular vote of naming the monster in our midst.  

    Breaking not only my silence; but all ties with those who stood by him; no matter their reason.

    Silence matters.

    Silence is powerful.

    Silence is what kept my father abusing for over 40 years.

    Or worse, knowing and doing nothing.

    Nothing that would stop abuse.

    Most will offer to me, that abuse is everywhere. Like you can't really find a relationship or church that will not have abuse within it.  May as well stay in a family of abusers, cause otherwise you will all alone.

    So far, I am not alone.

    Breaking the silence was an act of a little girl.  I just supported her words. I followed my body and its truth.

    She is my forever hero.She set me free, and broke my cage of silence.

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  • Be the Final Word

    When speaking out about abuse within the community of the First Apostolic Lutheran Church, I had intuitively knew it wasn't going to be welcome.  But over the past 13 years, it does continually surprise me, how quick they reach the state of unbelief, or how fast they are to minimize the volume of abuse in their presence. They want me to be the odd man out, the special exception; and certainly not the norm.

    Their need to isolate and condemn my family as being rare and abnormal among their whole healthy families is quite remarkable, when you look at how similarly we were raised and schooled in faith.

    I fit in, until I exposed the rotted underbelly of a strict religion.

    I also get being blind to abuse.

    It is hard for me to recollect my blindness, not seeing evil, and believing in the concept of the church and automatically giving credence that was unearned, due to being a member.

    I had heard yesterday, that religions are identities.

    Most identify themselves by their faiths.

    I am a christian, I am a muslim, I am a catholic etc.

    So, when I am telling them, that there is abuse among the members, it is as if I am accusing them. Personally.

    Having religion be your main identifier now seems odd to me.

    However, coming from the First Apostolic Lutheran Church, there was no Me. I was comprised of what is right and what is wrong in the church.  I was me as the church.

    I was better when I followed its teachings and Less when I didn't.

    I didn't own my hair, my reproductive organs, or my finger nails.

    I was directed in how I would navigate the world.

    So, when you take a person who is moved by the church, and I then attack what moves them, they will most certainly feel it personally.

    There is very little of their worlds that is not directed by the church. 

    Their whole being has been molded by the church.

    I again, know this by what was left to me, when I no longer believed in the religion I was constructed by.

    Very little of my life was untouched by the church.

    So, when I am stating that there is a staggering amount of abuse within, they are not wanting to know. They literally won't survive if the church falls.

    The goodness of the church is a must.  

    They have built a life upon it and are going to die in peace because of it.

    By reducing my family to a cancerous cell, they save themselves by saving the church.

    These staunch defenders, and unbelievers that abuse lives among them, will be the death of the spirit of the church.  Its insidious incest are rotting the core as they again sing praises towards heaven.

    There is nothing I can say or do that will open their eyes.  It will sadly, have to be personal. 

    What victims who were raised in this church know to be true, is that this unshakeable faith in the rightness of the church and its cleanliness is that our words about abuse will be doubted.

    This doubting, will be what drives us away.

    For that doubt about us, IS a confirmation that our abusers are not abusers.

    It costs them nothing to condemn my father.  It cost them everything IF this is pervasive as I believe it is.

    What is so unique about incest and religious abuse, is that it happens; but just not in My Family.

    They can see the sin of other; but not the sin that is in their own life, if you will.

    Perhaps their wanting to see what isn't there, is easier to see, than what is.

    When you are raised in abuse, how can you know abuse?

    It is the norm and not rare and abnormal.

    What was normal for me, was to not be connected to my body.  I lived, as someone said, about six feet behind it. 

    My normal was to not have a voice or a choice.

    My normal was to give control over to other.

    My normal was to disown my body.

    My normal was to not love me, enough for boundaries.

    My normal was to not say no.

    My normal was to put others first; always.

    My normal was that I was not present in my life. I, by myself had no discerning thoughts.

    I have finally become the rare and abnormal person in the church.

    I am now completely one with my body and emotions, and have the freedom to move and I am no longer under the churches control. I am not a cancerous cell; but a healthy one.

    Albeit scarred from 46 years I lived as a member of the First Apostolic Lutheran Church.

    The church did with my body, mind and soul as it needed to for its agenda. 

    I made the church by giving up my free will.

    I understand more than the Unbelievers and Defenders ever realize.

    I know that in order to hear me, their whole self will begin to shake and crumble. For, they were raised like me – a composition of what a christian aught to be.

    Do you know that I literally shook and had uncontrollable shakes when I first heard and knew that my father was a pedophile.  My whole world was falling apart. My family fell first and then my religion.

    The voice that will unravel your world most likely will not be me; but someone within your family.  A voice of truth; that will set you free.

    I used to see the church and family as a persona, separated from the individuals that made it.  It had value unearned. Now family is what each member brings to it. We are only as strong as our weakest member.

    You can place your value of the church on what you believe is not there; but what is there will be the final word.

    "When the bird and book disagree, always believe the bird." James Audubon

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  • Fragments of Similarity

    What is always curious to me, is when people come upon my blog and my writings about abuse within the First Apostolic Lutheran Church, rarely is there any concern.  More often there is righteous defense for its honor. 

    Here is a comment from yesterday about a blog back in February 2012

    Imperfect Lady Feb. 2012

    "I too grew up in the 1st Apostolic Lutheran Church. I, however, never once heard of abuse among any families from this church, and I know quite a number of people from the church. Sexual abuse is considered highly taboo within this church and culture; in fact, having sexual relations outside of marriage or before marriage is taboo as well. It is quite unfortunate that you experienced this from your own father. This was indeed a rare, abnormal occurrence. However, linking your perverse familial abuse with the church is really unfair and defamatory, as this personal experience of yours shows up when you Google the First Apostolic Lutheran Church. If you had been abused by other members within the church, it would be fair to defame the church; however, it seems you only have your father to blame."

    First, I love that my blog pops up when you Google the church.

    Secondly, I would love that my experience was rare and abnormal occurrence. However, over the past 13 years, all the victims that I have come in contact with, either by this blog or by my speaking out, have shown me that my story is not unique.

    What this person fails to appreciate is that I am not special, my perverse familial abuse is completely wide spread within the church.  Just because they themselves are not aware, doesn't make our experiences untrue.

    My experiences have been collaborated time and time again.

    Sadly so.

    When will the silent voices be the outrage and not the false honor of the church?

    I am breaking the taboo and speaking out.

    This person can no longer say they haven't heard of ANY, for now you have read mine.

    How naive it is to believe, that when a church declares it a taboo, that it would be so.

    While I can appreciate that they themselves have never heard about it among any families, they are not listening to me.  I am here to tell you it is so.

    The taboo is happening.

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    Often we cannot see the forrest for the trees.

    If you are born in captivity, would you be able to see the bars?

    This blog isn't for those who don't believe. It is for those who have been abused and feel like their story is indeed rare.  

    You are not alone.  

    I am here.

    It is not your fault.  

    May you find the strength and courage to walk free.

    To be the you, you were born to be.

    It is my hope that one day our voices can ring loud enough to collapse the pillars of this institution.  

    One voice is the start of making it shake.

    Having faith in the taboo not happening, is not as important as having doubts.

    Doubts are the first step to knowing.

    Wouldn't you rather know it is there, than to assume it isn't.

    Truth is, it doesn't need your faith against.

    Why isn't your first question, "What can I do to help the children, the victims etc?"

    Defending the church is most often the response.

    I get it.

    It is your way to heaven.

    If your way was littered with victims, it would be harder to believe.

    Losing your faith in the church reduces your chance at Heaven.

    Leaving victims to fight alone, is the consequence of your faith in the church.

    Our collective stories will never weigh more than your faith in a heaven one day.

    Surely mine isn't enough to cause a mustard seed of doubt.

    Believe if you must in the church.

    Just know, that the truth is sitting with you as you sing "Bless Be the Tie…"

    My blog, my story…echoes in so many lives, fragments of similarity.

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    May you have God's Peace.

     

     

     

  • Movie of You

    More from "Emotional Agility" by Susan David

    "Identifying Your Values"

    "The word "values" can have a scolding, Sunday-school connotation that's pretty unappealing.  It feels restrictive, or punishing, or, worse, judgmental. We hear a lot about having the "right" values (or the wrong ones), but what does that really mean? And who decides what values are worth having?"

    "First off, I don't think that inflexible notions of right and wrong help us much. And they certainly don't belong in a book about emotional agility!  Instead, I see values not as rules that are supposed to govern us, but as qualities of purposeful action that we can bring to many aspects of life. Values aren't universal; what's "right" for one person may well not be for someone else.  But identifying what matters to you, whether that's career success, creativity, close relationships, honesty, altruism – there is an almost infinite list to choose from – gives you a priceless source of continuity  Values serve as a kind of physiological keel to keep you steady."

    "And you don't have to settle on just one. A colleague of mine describes values as "facets on a diamond." Sometimes, he says, when you turn one to face squarely, another may have to move away – but it is still there, part of the whole, and visible through the prism."

    "Here are some other characteristics of values."

    They are freely chosen and have not been imposed on you.

    They are not goals; that is, they are ongoing rather than fixed.

    They guide you rather than restrain you.

    They are active, not static.

    They allow you to get closer to the way you want to Iive your life.

    They bring you freedom from social comparisons.

    They foster self-acceptance, which is crucial to mental health.

    "Above all, a value is something you can use. It helps you to place your feet in the right direction as you journey through life, no matter what life leads you."  Susan

     

    I love this part in the book.  I love how values are used to guide you, to move you and to define how you chose choices in life.  

    I love how they are not imposed upon you, but come from within. 

    I would say, they are the markers of our character.

    I also love how values are not right or wrong – they are free and active and will not bind you- but give you wings.

    Values certainly will color who you are; but you are the one holding the paint brush.

    Your values are always showing, by the choices you make.

    I love how values are not to be imposed.

    My old church is a great example of how imposing values fail the whole community in which it rules.

    It didn't allow for personal freedom to chose – shutting down the individual self.

    The 'faith' and its rules were always seen first.

    I recall living life with it as my ruler and value maker.

    I didn't have a personal voice.  Or, if I did, it was to go against the church and its values and be a 'sinner'.

    How would it ever be possible to have emotional agility while under the influence of a religion whose rules supersede your own?

    You know how some people feel that being part of something makes them better or less than.  

    I believe that when you are raised to value the values of the religion, over your own personal emotions/body and soul, you will always seek to find yourself in a group you join.

    What I also recall, is when my family and religion collapsed, due to the lack values I thought it held, I was left without a self.

    My self was in the values of what I belonged to.

    I was nothing without them.

    It took a long time to define my own values and to change my life in a new direction.

    My new values were felt and consciously selected.

    Once in place, my life was simplified and easily followed.

    They have guided me and helped me live very authentically for me.

    I love the freedom and how unrestrained I am.  How I am able to do my life as Me. 

    My most defining value is to see reality.

    Freedom

    Love

    Art

    Originality

    to name a few.

    Value – what is important to me.

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    What is important to you are your values and are seen by what you do.  Your values are wordless; the silent movie of you!

     

     

     

  • Norm in my world.

    "Evil only prevails by making it the norm" Maria Popova

    Doesn't it seem insane that this could actually happen, that we can with our words and actions, literally make evil seem the norm.

    So many times, I have heard apathy where sexual abuse against a child is concerned; that it is everywhere.

    Meaning, it is not that unusual that the church has it.

    The catholic church has it.  

    Many churches have it.  

    Families have it.  

    It is everywhere.

    So, then what?

    No point in fighting?

    Or no reason to walk out of a family for something that is so normal.

    What would make it criminal enough to take action and what action would make it less normal?  

    Or perhaps what is the abnormal reaction to hearing about sexual abuse against children within your family/church/organization?

    When would you leave?

    Do you have a drop dead idea of your exit?

    I believe it is the non-action upon hearing of abuse, that makes it so normal.

    If you don't change the way you respond, it is life as normal.

    How many other evil behaviors are you non-responsive to and why?

    The lack of treating evil like it is really evil, neutralizes it to appear non-evil.

    Evil doesn't change to non-evil nor does it lack the truth. 

    Evil is.

    A crime is a crime whether we treat it as the norm or not.

    We are the ones changing it potency…to something more palatable.

    What I feel mostly, is that I am the odd duck, the resentful non-forgiving person that holds evil accountable. That I am full of bitterness. And, that is not normal.

    I looked up bitterness…for it lies at the heart of resentment.

    "Anger and disappointment in being treated unfairly." 

    Ironically, I believe I had more bitterness about the way I was treated when I didn't respond and make abuse the norm; rather than the act of being abused.

    Does this make sense?

    Sexual abuse by your father is unfair.

    We were all treated unfairly.

    I however, got a double blow of 'unfairness'.

    I looked up unfairly.

    "in a manner that is not in accordance with the principles of equality and justice."

    What seems most abnormal to me was the way the treatment of me, does go against the principles of equality or justice.

    I was treated WORSE than the original evil doer.

    Insanity.

    The original criminal was taken care of.

    He was treated with equality and justice.

    Literally respected by the actions of many.

    This, my friend, is how evil is made the norm.

    And, how the victims who rise against it are treated NOT in accordance to equality and justice.

    When you withdraw your feelings of injustice; you are now a full collaborator.

    Me, I will hold on to the injustice of sexual abuse of a child.

    It will not rise to the norm in my world.

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  • To Be

     

     

    I loved this conversation.  

    The tone and its ideas.  

    I too, knew it. 

    And I could really relate to this segment about the three responses when something is crumbling or broken.  And, agree about the crumbling of religion…and that it is needs a cosmic shift.

    1. Denial of it – it is not falling or we are not in trouble.
    2. Yes, we are in trouble, but we need more of the same.
    3. The third, is to ask, what is trying to be born.

    This explains the differences between my family and I, in our response to our family crumbling, in the aftermath of my father's crimes coming to light.

    My response was allowing the birth of something new. A whole new look at the content of our family and most important, the content of Me.  The birth of a new Self. Letting truth crumble our family. And, to allow my old self to die with it, and to be fearless in letting the new me arrive with each new truth.

    This is the kind of shift that needs to happen to a dysfunctional family in order to save the family unit itself. A cosmic shift.

    Instead of feeling we are in trouble, but to continue doing more of the same. 

    He also speaks about the oneness and the essence of sacredness in each of us, compared to the idea of "original sin" that is most often taught.

    One is easily controlled and the other is empowered.

    It is interesting that the less you believe yourself to be, the easier you are to control.

    What I see again, is the correlation between the religion who believes in the original sin, and a dysfunctional family; where the children are often seen and treated as 'bad'.

    There is no way a person would abuse another IF they believed that the other was sacred.

    What I find so intriguing and knowing, is that the way my old religion saw humanity as sinful and how I was treated as a child, are the same.

    In neither place, was I seen as the essence of God; but rather the devil's spawn.

    The rebirth of Me, came with a new definition of my content.

    My core changed completely.

    From being sinful, to being innately good.

    Just a pure as when you look into the eyes a newborn child.

    Church, and the treatment from abusive family, changes who we were born to be.

    As I listened to the conversation, I thought, these are my people. They are saying what I know to be true.  I know where I was led astray from my own sacred essence.

    In the beginning, back in 2004, I had proclaimed to the skies, "This will not define Me." 

    My journey, was going back to find the essence within me.

    To do away with anything that didn't honor my worth.

    I am so grateful there are people out there who are willing to speak up against the majority, to dare to stretch and be part of a new cosmic change. Who speak against old definitions that are not empowering; but controlling.

    The main objective of abuse is to control.  

    Empowerment and seeing humanity as the essence of the Divine, is my passion.

    For women (and men) to feel their worth and be empowered and free!

    To believe to the depths of their being their Holiness.

    The flow of God; everywhere in everyone.

    To eliminate the idea of being sinful, wretched and in the need of being saved and changed. But rather to get rid of all that insults your soul.

     

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    I am Perfect, and it is impossible not to be!

  • Be where your feet are!

    I am not sure if the FALC would consider themselves "Fundamentalist" but the article below certainly helps explain a lot of what I have experienced.  It explains how anyone outside of their religion is wrong.  Period. 

    http://www.rawstory.com/2016/11/the-dark-rigidity-of-fundamentalist-rural-america-a-view-from-the-inside/

    Here is a paragraph that explains so much.

    "Religious fundamentalism is what has shaped most of their belief systems. Systems built on a fundamentalist framework are not conducive to introspection, questioning, learning, change. When you have a belief system that is built on fundamentalism, it isn’t open to outside criticism, especially by anyone not a member of your tribe and in a position of power. The problem isn’t “coastal elites don’t understand rural Americans.” The problem is rural America doesn’t understand itself and will NEVER listen to anyone outside their bubble. It doesn’t matter how “understanding” you are, how well you listen, what language you use…if you are viewed as an outsider, your views are automatically discounted. I’ve had hundreds of discussions with rural white Americans and whenever I present them any information that contradicts their entrenched beliefs, no matter how sound, how unquestionable, how obvious, they WILL NOT even entertain the possibility it might be true. Their refusal is a result of the nature of their fundamentalist belief system and the fact I’m the enemy because I’m an educated liberal."

    Trying to get this belief system to hear the outside IS near impossible.  

    While this article may seem a bit "out there" it is completely true in my experience.  The bubble they live in is not conducive to any other perspective etc.

    This writing has affirmed my journey in trying to shed some light on the topic of abuse within the church.  Me, speaking from the outside is immediately doubted.  Not because of what I say, but because of their belief system.  I knew this…and yet have not been able to articulate it as well as this article.  I know it is about politics; but it can be about anything.

    Their minds are not open to anything outside of their circle.

    In one of my latest exchanges on Facebook, my speaking of abuse and those IN the church speaking of abuse are heard completely different.

    My frustrations on this two-sided view point, where I am seen as the devil and the one who wants to take down the church….and the other as kind and wiser, is now more clearly explained.

    I don't know how the church, within its belief system, will be able to Heal victims of abuse and/or get the abusers to turn themselves in. (which was suggested from the pulpit)

    The article suggested  a changing of minds can only happen when it becomes personal.

    Someone else had suggested this to me. That change wasn't going to come from the outside; that it had to start inside of the church.  After this article, I would have to agree.

    The writings on this blog have been for me to understand me; mostly by seeing them, which was where I came from.

    It is so very hard to explain and see clearly the closed mind.  It is a rock wall of insanity; with no cracks to let the light in.

    The beliefs are not founded or based in reality.

    Which makes it harder to argue against.

    You are not matching wits, you are talking to a deaf wall of righteous beliefs – beliefs in a system without checks and balances or even facts or equality or humanity.

    How can you relate or appeal to their senses; when the System cloaks them completely.

    I am the problem.

    Not their closed mind.

    Not their system.

    It is easier to see me as being wrong than their system.

    For they have built their lives, raised their children and passed on the poisonous mind to each new generation.

    What would happen IF they found out they were wrong?

    How much of their world would they lose?

    Would they too, find themselves standing alone outside of their family?

    I may be alone.

    I may be seen as mental.

    Yet I am forever grateful that somehow I fell out of that fundamentalist mind.

    The difference of living in the system of fundamentalist and outside is polar opposites.

    Like breathing or not breathing.

    Love or indifference.

    Freedom and imprisonment.

    Those imprisoned in the system can't even blame their jailers, for it is their own mind.

    The real war will happen in their minds.

    I literally had to write it out on paper how the mind was seeing reality compared to how reality was. 

    I couldn't trust my mind.

    It had been created within the fundamentalist system.  In order to get out of it completely, I had to keep writing and seeing it on paper.

    This may make complete nonsense to many. But, it was to unravel your sense of the world while being that mental mind.

    I have often sat in awe of the journey out of there.

    To awaken to the fact that I had based my life upon a world that didn't exist…a me that wasn't real and it was from there I had to reclaim me.

    Find me.

    It was to wake up in a world that was completely insane and in my case evil.

    The devil and the evils of the world were not 'out there' but in here.

    In my family.

    In the religion.

    In my mind.

    In the bubble of the fundamentalist mind, church and family.

    I have been asking IF I should be trying to go back in to the church and help others in there.  If I am being uncompassionate to concentrate on those who are already out.

    This is another answer from the universe.

    Change will come; when it is personal to them.

    Their journey, will happen like mine did. When you can all of a sudden see, that which you didn't see before.

    What I know for sure, is that the fundamentalist can only see what those in power want them to see; all else is blind to them.

    It will not be IF I can say it correctly or prettier, kinder, with more compassion. It isn't up to me. 

    Something personal or catastrophic will tumble them out.

    I can, without guilt, go and be me.

    Completely free!

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    How difficult it can be, when your feet are not free!

    "Be where your feet are" is freedom to me!  It is more precious because for so many years I didn't live or was aware of where my feet were.  Another quilt that is coming is "LOVE your NoW!"

    Today, "Be where your feet are!"

     

     

     

     

  • I Didn’t Know

    When two sides can't find common ground, how do you find a foothold?  

    How can we hold on to our own values and morals when others believe in the opposite?

    When ignorance isn't so much that they don't know; but it feels they ignore the truth?

    I believe, we all have to rub up against things that insult our values, in order to strengthen what we believe and to find out who we truly are.

    I listened to NPR yesterday and a man suggested that the Norwegian countries were mostly the same and they didn't have as much conflict; there is no one different than them.

    In America, we are the melting pot.  We have the opportunity to experience diversity and learn about other traditions. And, yet sometimes we act like we live in Finland…and we are all the same; that we come from the same paths, traditions, and we look exactly alike.  

    I also believe, instead of trying to change their minds, it is important we continue growing as a person.  To expand and stretch our own concepts of humanity.  To look inwardly and see our own prejudices.  Even to learn how others see you. 

    What is their experience of you, shows you the other side.

    Recently, I was given a view of me that I had not seen or even contemplated.

    That I am an "UnSafe" person.

    I was shocked and I reeled from this truth for a day.  

    Me, a woman who speaks out loud, who breaks the silence of abuse, IS unsafe?  

    How?  

    It has always been my intention to empower women. To give them a voice and a choice.  

    My journey for myself has been to find peace, love and joy.  

    To be more spiritually connected to the spirit of me. To align my feelings, my truth with my voice and my actions. To live a life of authenticity.  How, then can I ever be unsafe?

    How am I hurtful?

    As the conversation continued, I understood completely how this is so….for some.

    My outspoken, breaking the silence of abuse voice, is a sign that IF an abused women is seen with me, she is thinking or seeking to be like me.  I am a threat to her abuser.  And, it places her in more danger to be seen talking to the "likes" of me.

    What I hadn't considered was the consequences for the abused.

    For those un-empowered.

    How even those who are planning on rising up, cannot show their rise of revolt.

    At first, I shed tears for the added pain I caused.  

    I then shed tears for me, for my aloneness, even from woman who like me, have experienced abuse.  I make their lives worse, not better.  I cannot be their friend.

    After a few days of sitting in this new truth of me, I came to believe that I am a threat.

    And, a promise.

    A hope on the horizon.

    That it is possible to leave the ashes of abuse and rise.

    I am a sign.

    While I have been treated like a leper, it wasn't all about Me.

    It was more directed at their own personal landscapes; I was shunned in order for them to save face.

    To keep their worlds spinning with the least amount of damage.

    The absence I have felt, the silent voices not joining me, were at times a very heavy burden to carry.  To stand often as one, against the many. 

    I felt I had to be stronger, just to carry being me.

    And, I was drawn to other strong women.

    Individuals who were often black sheep, badasses, misfits and rebels.

    Women whose lives gave them obstacles to rise against. 

    Strong women are not born; we are made by what we overcome.

    I can stand stronger today, knowing that I am not only a threat to the abusers; but the horizon of hope.  

    How you see me, depends upon where you stand.

    I am willing to stand alone.

    Willing to be shunned.

    In order for women to know it is possible.

    To escape the legacy of abuse.

    To find the You, you were born to be!

    I am your very loud and visual cheerleader – cheering you on.

    I will now look upon the silences without judgement.

    For, forgive me, I didn't know.

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  • Tribal shaming

    There seems to be a disconnect in our minds about the statistics of abuse; that 95% of the crimes are with someone we know and of that percentage, 50% is with a family member. 

    We are not sitting with, and feeling this. The very people who we were raised with…are the most likely to hurt us.  We were born into an abusive circle.

    How can we be objective, when we were born into these circles. They are the only "normal" we know.  

    The patterns were firmly in place when we arrived.

    It is to take what we have always known and dissect its very existence. 

    To not look further than our family of origin…and their friends.

    We will not be treated very kindly when we are looking for suspects at the dinner table.

    What is the hardest hurdle to get over is that your abuser(s) are part of the inner circle.

    It feels like betrayal and you will be treated as IF you have betrayed the family code.

    And you have.

    You are breaking the code of dysfunction.  

     

    Elizabeth Gilbert wrote a long piece on Facebook on April 10,2015  It shows the tribal nature. I believe this helps explain the struggle to heal from family matters.  

    It is long, but very informative and affirming!

    BEWARE OF TRIBAL SHAME!

    Dear Ones –

    OK, my friends — this will be a long post!

    In fact, this will be the longest post I’ve ever written here on Facebook — but I also think that perhaps it’s the most important.

    I want to share with you some revolutionary new ideas I’ve heard recently about emotional health and wellbeing. I came upon all this information just a few months ago, and I can’t stop thinking about it and talking about it with my friends and family.

    This has been some really life-changing stuff for me — some of most life-changing stuff I’ve learned in ages — and I want to tell everyone about it!

    It will take a while to explain this theory, but if you have the time…stay with me, OK?

    I think you may find it’s worth it.

    I recently came upon the work of one Dr. Mario Martinez, who is a clinical neuropsychologist, and the author of a book called THE MIND-BODY CODE, which you can find right here:

    http://amzn.to/1H2JPIf

    (You can also listen to a fascinating interview that Dr. Martinez conducted on the SoundsTrue network with Tami Simon, if you download the INSIGHTS AT THE EDGE podcast. A lot of the information in this post comes from that interview, which you can also find here: http://bit.ly/1FzaBWL)

    Dr. Martinez has spent his life studying the ways that our thoughts and emotions affect our physical health. He is particularly interested in the harmful ways that SHAME affects the mind and body.

    And he is especially focused on the powerful and negative effects that TRIBAL SHAMING can have on the human body, and on our emotional lives.

    What is tribal shaming, you ask?

    OK, here goes:

    Walk with me through this…

    So…we are all born into a certain tribe, right?

    This tribe can be our family, our religion, our neighborhood, our nationality, our culture, etc.

    Tribes are important to human beings — in fact, they are essential. There is arguably nothing more vital to the ongoing existence of the human race than the cohesion and protection of a tribe. Our ancestors endured the fight for survival in the ancient world only because they clung together and shared resources. Even today in the modern world, tribes are still absolutely essential. Tribes keep babies alive and old people safe. Tribes care for the sick and the weak. Tribes provide protection, nourishment and warmth to vulnerable individuals (and we are all vulnerable individuals at some point or another)…but most importantly, tribes provide MEANING.

    Simply put: Our tribe of origin tells us who we are.

    Our tribe tells us what to believe and how to behave.

    Each tribe is governed by its own rules. These rules constitute the honor code that defines every tribe’s essence. No matter what the tribe, these rules are always sacred — and must be sacred — because without those rules, the collective will fall apart, and without the collective, individual people are doomed.

    Oftentimes, tribal rules are LITERALLY sacred. These rules are often composed of strict religious commandments and edicts that must be obeyed rigorously, sometimes on pain of death.

    But even when tribal rules are more subtle than literal commandments, they are still sacred. Every family is tribe, and therefore every family has its own moral and cultural code — its own guidelines that signal: THIS IS HOW WE DO THINGS AROUND HERE.

    Thus, the people who raised you injected you with certain rules, habits, morals, and standards. The rules of your tribe might have been lofty (such as: “IN THIS FAMILY, WE ARE ALL RELIGIOUS FUNDAMENTALISTS”) or the rules might have been lowly (such as: “IN THIS FAMILY, WE ARE ALL ABUSIVE ALCOHOLICS”) or the rules might have been insanely contradictory (such as: “IN THIS FAMILY, WE ARE RELIGIOUS FUNDAMENTALISTS AND WE ARE ABUSIVE ALCOHOLICS”)

    Whatever the situation, though, the rules were definitely the rules, and they were made quite clear to you from the beginning.

    In order to remain safe and accepted within the boundaries of the tribe, you must follow these rules.

    Maybe as you grew up, those rules continued to make sense to you. If so, then you got lucky. Because then your life’s course is clear — all you need to do is obey your familiar tribal rules (and pass those rules down to your offspring) and everything will be safe and clean and simple.

    Or maybe not.

    Maybe as you grew older, you found that your own values and morals and standards and aspirations were completely different than those that had been taught to you by your tribe of origin.

    Maybe you realized that you didn’t WANT to be a religious fundamentalist.

    Maybe you didn't want to be an abusive alcoholic.

    Maybe in your tribe, nobody gets a formal education — but you wanted to go earn a PhD.

    Maybe in your tribe, everyone is expected to get a higher education — but you never liked school, and couldn’t finish.

    Maybe in your tribe, girls are supposed to become mothers at a young age and never to work outside the home — but you wanted to be a childless career woman.

    Maybe in your tribe, everyone is expected to be a farmer — but you wanted to be an artist.

    Maybe in your tribe, everyone is expected to be an artist — but you wanted to go into business.

    Maybe in your tribe you were taught to be suspicious and hateful of strangers —but you wanted to love the world with a more open heart.

    Maybe in your tribe, it’s considered deeply wrong to be gay — but you happen to be gay.

    Maybe in your tribe, you were taught to expect nothing but poverty and oppression and deprivation out of life — but you saw the world differently, and wanted to expand your mind into a field of joyful abundance and prosperity.

    In other words, maybe the rules of your tribe didn’t work for you anymore. Maybe you decided to break your tribal rules, and choose your own path. Maybe you went out and found a new tribe, composed of people who felt more like family to you than your own family did.

    And maybe your tribe of origin was totally OK with that.

    Maybe your tribe celebrated your differences and cheered you on, and said “All we want is for you to be happy!”

    If so, God bless them.

    Because that is rare.

    Chances are, they probably were NOT totally OK with that.

    Because it’s exceedingly rare for a tribe of origin to celebrate the departure of one of its members. They REALLY don’t like it when you break the rules. Remember — those tribal rules are SACRED. Even when the rules are totally dysfunctional and dark and insane, those rules are still sacred. Adherence to those rules determines cohesion, and cohesion determines survival — so nothing less than life itself is at stake here!

    Or, at least that’s how the tribe sees it.

    So….if you dare to leave your tribe of origin — or if you dare to question the rules of your tribe — it is extremely likely that you will be punished.

    Sometimes that punishment can be violent and extreme —like: excommunication, shunning, disowning, physical abuse, or even murder (such as in the dreadful cases of “honor killings” of young girls by their own family members.)

    But oftentime the punishment is more subtle. If you dare to leave the tribe, or if you dare challenge the tribe, the weapon that they are most likely to use against you is SHAME.

    SHAME is the most powerful and degrading tool that a tribe has at its disposal. Shame is the nuclear option. Shame is how they keep you in line. Shame is how they let you know that you have abandoned the collective. Violence may be fast and brutal, but shame is slow…but still brutal. Shame is like a computer chip that the tribe implants into you, in order to be able control you and make you suffer — so that even when you are geographically far away from the tribe, they can still flip that switch and make you feel the agony of guilt over having betrayed them.

    The tribe will shame you by saying things like, “Now that you’re a big fancy city girl, you think you’re better than us, don’t you?”

    Or:

    “Now that you’ve got a college education, you think you’re better than us…”

    “Now that you don’t drink anymore, you think you’re better than us…”

    “Now that you’ve lost all that weight, you think you’re better than us…”

    “Now that you’re happily married, you think you’re better than us…”

    “Now that you have a good job, you think you’re better than us…”

    “Now that you speak French, you think you’re better than us…”

    “Now that you live in California, you think you’re better than us…”

    They will accuse you of being a traitor. They will use words like “abandonment” and “betrayal” and “disloyalty.” They will sometimes say these words as a joke, but you know damn well that they aren’t joking. They will remind you that you weren’t there where Dad died, that you weren’t there when your nephew was born, that you can never be counted on for anything. They will mock you, and then brush it off, saying, “Hey, don’t get so upset — we’re just joking. It’s all in fun.”

    But it isn’t all in fun.

    It’s dead serious, and it’s potentially deadly, because shame makes people sick.

    Shame can literally take years off your life.

    At best, it just makes you terribly, lingeringly sad.

    Your tribe of origin is letting you know in no uncertain terms: “YOU ARE NO LONGER ONE OF US.”

    Those words (spoken or unspoken) are the ultimate tools of tribal shame. Because nothing is more painful to a human than the accusation that you are a traitor. It is terrible to be told YOU ARE NO LONGER ONE OF US. (Remember, we are pack animals; we need the approval of our pack.) It is terrible to be accused of abandonment and betrayal.

    In short — if you dare to leave the tribe, the tribe will shame the living hell out of you, and that shame will hurt you. Shame is a fierce and burning energy. The power of tribal shame is not to be underestimated. Tribal shame is capable of ruining lives, and killing people. Shame corrodes the soul. It also corrodes the mind, and the physical body. Tribal shame will make you sick. It will send you into a spiral of psychic misery and physical infection.

    Dr. Mario Martinez been able to show how tribal shame rots people from within — keeping them in a constant state of inflammation, anxiety, unease, and disease.

    But it gets worse!

    Tribal shaming also sometimes causes people to sabotage their own lives — to abandon their own callings, and to jettison their own true paths, and to forbid themselves to be happy. It is often the case that people simply cannot endure tribal shaming any longer, and so they fail on purpose, in order to be welcomed back into the tribe — in order to “balance things out” again, and in order to become “one of us” once more.

    Because here’s the really crazy thing about a tribe, as Dr. Martinez points out: THEY WILL ALWAYS TAKE YOU BACK IF YOU FAIL. They will always welcome you back home if you are suffering. They won’t love you so much when you are happy and successful, because that’s very threatening to them, as it challenges everything they believe. (If you do well in life on your own terms, at first your tribe may welcome you home as a returning hero, of course, but when they see how different you are from them now, they will not like your success at all — and they will shame you for it.)

    But they will always take you back when you fail.

    They will take you back when you are sick, when you are weak, when you are humbled and broken. They will welcome you back with open arms and sweet loving care, and you will once again be able to feel the warm safety and companionship of the tribe.

    So here’s what people often do — they sabotage themselves, in order to come “home” again.

    We make ourselves sick, weak, humbled and broken, in order to be welcomed home.

    THAT’S how much we long for the approval of the tribe; we will even ruin our own lives in order to achieve it.

    But at what cost?

    (Remember, by the way — it is not only your tribe of origin who is capable of working this dark magic of shame upon you; it can be ANY tribe that you have joined and then dared to leave or to challenge. Friends, neighbors, co-workers, team-members, gang-members, political cronies, church-members, fellow drug addicts, fellow yogis, fellow book club members…any tribe can turn against an individual who dares to step out of line, or who dares to question the rules, or who dares to ascend beyond what is expected or allowed. And the stakes are always the same: Our way or the highway. Conform, or you will be eternally punished.)

    I want you to ask yourself this question, in all honesty — have you ever sabotaged yourself, in order to be welcomed back into the tribe?

    I have done it. I can promise you that — I have done it many times.

    But I wonder if you have done it?

    Did you drop out of school, so you wouldn’t be the only one in your tribe with a higher educaiton?

    Did you commit a crime, so the tribe would embrace you?

    Did you marry someone you didn’t love, so the tribe would accept you as being “normal”?

    Did you start drinking again, or over-eating again, or smoking again, so the tribe would re-embrace you?

    Did you subconsciously conspire to lose all your money, so you wouldn’t appear to be better than anyone in your tribe?

    Did you get fired again, so you wouldn't appear to be better than your tribe?

    Did you plummet back into depression and anxiety, so that you would never be happier than anyone in your tribe?

    Did you hide your true sexuality, so your tribe wouldn’t judge and exclude you?

    Did you pretend to believe in a version of God that you don’t believe in, so the tribe would not shame you or banish you?

    Or did you bravely choose exactly the life you really wanted for yourself…but now you cannot seem to rest easily within it? You built the life you wanted for yourself, but now (even though everything looks good on the outside) you are making yourself miserable, anyhow. Are you walking around feeling eternally guilty, and exhausting yourself working so hard for the benefit of everyone else — just to keep yourself punished and shamed…because somehow your tribe of origin has convinced you that you do not deserve the abundance and happiness that you have fought so hard to earn?

    ENOUGH.

    Enough of all that.

    Enough of the tribal shaming.

    So what are we to do about it?

    What are we to do, to combat the power of tribal shaming, and to feel free to pursue our own true paths in life — and, most of all, to feel free to be a SUCCESS? (And by “success” here, I mean not only a financial success, but an emotional success — a person who is happy and at peace, living as she feels she was MEANT to live…not necessarily how she was TAUGHT to live.)

    Here comes the revolutionary part.

    Dr. Martinez spends a lot of time working with people who have left their tribes of origin, or who have exceeded their tribal expectations, and who appear to have done very well in life, but who are suffering the consequences of “reaching too high” and doing TOO well in life (from their tribal perspective.) His goal is to liberate these people from the prison of shame, so that they can feel contented and easeful about themselves.

    He does an exercise with them that I think is AMAZING, and which you can do at home. I did it. It’s pretty transformative.

    It goes like this:

    Sit quietly in meditation. Allow your mind and your breathing to settle. Then ask yourself this question:

    “Who is the person in the world — living or dead — whom I would most need to abandon, in order to live my own true path with happiness and peace?”

    It’s a heavy question.

    Really think about it.

    The answer may shock you. But allow that person’s name to rise up in you mind. Be 100% honest. Be 100% brave. Ask yourself again: What person in my life (or in my history, living or dead) would be most betrayed, if I were to become a happy, peaceful, successful and prosperous soul?

    Really think about it.

    Got the name?

    Good.

    Now, there is something that you must say aloud to that person. (You don’t say it aloud to the REAL person, of course — because they could never handle it, and they might not even be alive anymore — but you must say these words aloud to the IDEA of this person.) Here are the magic words:

    “I am going to abandon you now. I am going to betray you now.”

    HOLY COW!

    That totally blew my mind when I first heard it!

    Talk about powerful words!!!!

    The reason these words are so powerful and radical is because they are the OPPOSITE of what we have likely spent our lives trying to prove to our tribe of origin. We have likely spent our whole lives trying desperately to prove to that person (or to those people) that we HAVEN’T betrayed them! We are constantly trying to show them that we HAVEN’T abandoned them! We break ourselves in half and exhaust ourselves completely (and maybe even bankrupt ourselves, or give ourselves chronic diseases) trying to prove that WE ARE LOYAL, and that WE ARE STILL PART OF THE TRIBE, and that WE HAVE DONE NOTHING WRONG, and that WE HAVEN’T CHANGED AT ALL, and that WE WILL NEVER LEAVE YOU BEHIND, and that WE ARE STILL ONE OF YOU!

    But it doesn’t work, does it?

    Because they never really believe you, do they?

    Deep down inside, you know that they still consider you a traitor, don’t they?

    Because they are letting you know that you're a traitor.

    No matter what you do.

    Because they know (and you secretly know it, too) this truth — you kind of HAVE abandoned them. You HAVE betrayed them. You DID choose a totally different way of life. You HAVE completely changed. (Because you needed to!) You really are no longer one of them. (Because you would have suffocated to death, to remain trapped within that constricting tribal code.) You really HAVE left them behind. (Because that was the only way to become the person that your destiny called you to be.)

    …and that’s all OK.

    This is the radical part: You totally abandoned your tribe of origin, and that’s totally FINE.

    In fact, sometimes it’s absolutely necessary.

    If people never questioned or abandoned their tribes of origin, the world would never evolve. There would be no creativity, no exploration, no courageous leaps of faith, no reforms, no change, no beautiful transformations.

    If you want to create, to explore, to leap, to reform, to transform, then it is necessary sometimes to admit that you have left your tribe of origin behind. You must hear yourself say these powerful words aloud:

    “I AM GOING TO ABANDON YOU NOW. I AM GOING TO BETRAY YOU NOW.”

    Which does not mean that you do not LOVE them. This exercise has nothing to do with love. You can always love them. That love can always remain intact. You can even still care about your tribe, and look after them with acts of generosity — none of that needs to change. This exercise is about a totally different issue from love. This is about breaking the spell of tribal shame. The only way to break that spell (Martinez suggests) is to take complete ownership of your own true path in life, and to admit to the consequences of leaving your tribe’s values behind.

    (Another point: Curiously, after having done this exercise, I felt MORE loving toward those in my tribe who have tried to shame me over the years — because I felt like I understood them better. With that understanding, was easier for me to regard them with a lighter heart.)

    Then comes the next step.

    You must now (in your imagination) become the other person — the person who has been shaming you for years. And you must say to yourself (in the voice of the other person) these powerful words: “I completely understand. I forgive you. All I want is for you to be happy.”

    Of course, it is exceedingly unlikely that the real person could ever say these words to you! To say that would be an abandonment of their own honor code…but you need to say them to yourself. You need to hold both sides of this imagined conversation.

    Practice it with me.

    You: “I’m going to abandon you now. I’m going to betray you now.”

    Your Primary Tribal Shamer (speaking through you): “I understand completely, I forgive you. All I want is for you to be happy.”

    Repeat, repeat, repeat…

    It’s pretty freaking life-changing.

    (I did this exercise myself, and I cannot even tell you how radical it felt, and how much easier I breathed after I said those devastatingly powerful words: I AM GOING TO ABANDON YOU NOW. I AM GOING TO BETRAY YOU NOW. I was also surprised about WHO I needed to say those words TO…and you may be surprised, as well. You may need to do this exercise with a number of people in your life. Just be honest — who would feel most abandoned if you were to become successful? Stop trying to convince them that you aren’t abandoning them. Let them feel abandoned. It’s OK. It’s what needs to happen.)

    Dr. Martinez reports that — after people have done this exercise — their cortisol levels and stress levels drop dramatically, as do their levels of inflammation and disease. Because you are finally free. You’ve been carrying around that tribal shame forever, and finally you have begun to shake it off…

    But, wait — there’s more!

    Then comes the next step.

    You now have to rebuild what Dr. Martinez calls your own “field of honor”.

    You see, tribal shaming works because it attacks your deepest sense of your own honor. Every tribe is governed by its own code of honor, and once you have broken that honor code, the tribe will accuse you (overtly or subtly) of having no honor at all. This accusation is what makes you sick. This is what makes you suffer. Without a code of honor, after all, we are NOTHING — worse than dirt. So you must rebuild your own field of honor, in order to make yourself healthy again.

    How do you do this?

    You must do an accounting of your own life, and make a list of all the times in your life that you have been honorable. Start with earliest childhood — what was the first honorable act of your life? Go from there. Write it all down. Maybe you have not always honored the sacred code of your tribe of origin, but chances are you honored SOMETHING — perhaps your own creative path, or your truest friendships, or your curiosity, or the truth, or your work ethic, or your health, or a loved one, or your cat.

    Write it all down. Focus on the true history of your own honor — for it is all in there. You are truly an honorable person. Honor is within you. You must rebuild that field of honor, because it is your only defense against tribal shaming, which will always seek to destroy your sense of honor in order to make you weak and to bring you back “home”.

    Once you have done that, the last step is this: RIGHTEOUS ANGER.

    Whoa!

    Ready?

    It goes like this:

    You will know that you are standing firmly within your field of honor when your first reaction to attempts at tribal shaming becomes RIGHTEOUS ANGER. You will know that you are on the road to emotional health and recovery when a member of your tribe tries to shame you, and rather than absorb that shame and turn it into sickness and poison…you instead react with RIGHTEOUS ANGER.

    Now, a quick word on anger: It is not healthy, obviously, to spend your life feeling furious, or to be constantly simmering with unspoken resentment. If you are a person like me, who tries to be big-hearted and forgiving, you have probably spent your life battling against anger and trying to eradicate it from your mind. But Dr. Martinez suggests that there is a role in your life for healthy anger, for appropriate anger, for RIGHTEOUS ANGER. Righteous anger is a fast, hot fire that burns up the poison of tribal shaming, and protects your own field of honor. This is the anger that rises up like a dragon and says, “Don’t you DARE try to shame me!”

    This anger is correct and just and fair….and totally necessary for your health.

    You are entitled to it. You must lay claim to it.

    You are a person of honor who does not deserve to be shamed.

    This is the anger that protects you from the wrath of the most judgmental people in your life (even the ones whom you love and adore — ESPECIALLY them!) Righteous anger even protects you from the wrathful judgment of the dead — for it is the case that the dead can still shame you from beyond the grave…or, at least, they will try to.

    So learn to get angry, whenever you experience the toxic wrath of tribal shaming.

    Be righteous about it.

    Strike back.

    Defend yourself — from both the living and the dead.

    When you can do that…that’s when you will know that you are on your true path at last.

    That’s when you will begin to be FREE.

    That’s when you will have a chance at happiness and deep, satisfying health.

    Whew.

    OK, you guys…so that’s my speech today about tribal shaming!

    I don’t know if this information will seem as radical and useful to anyone else as it does to me…but it has totally revolutionized my thinking. Now that I’ve been introduced to this idea of tribal shaming, I see it EVERYWHERE. I see people inflicting tribal shame on each other all the time, and I see people sabotaging their own lives and their own happiness in order to not betray the tribe.

    And then there’s this humbling realization: When I look back at my own life, I see instances in my history where I myself have inflicted tribal shame upon others — and that makes me feel…well…ashamed. I have resolved to be on guard about never doing that again to anyone, and about being very careful not to use the powerful language of betrayal/abandonment/accusation against the people I love…people who may be changing and growing, as they need to.

    Shame is powerful dark magic, and I don’t want to mess with it on either end. I never want to hurt someone like that again. And I never want to be hurt like that again, either.

    For those of you who have stuck around to read this ENTIRE post — thank you!

    This has been incredibly useful information to me, and I hope it will help you all to live a freer and happier life.

    And thank you to Dr. Mario Martinez, for his years of pioneering research on this topic!

    ONWARD, LG

     

    I wanted this saved on my blog.  

    I wanted to share this with so many who have had to leave, set boundaries and have limited exposure to their families of origin.  To show you the dynamics at play as we set out to create a new pattern for ourselves.  

     

  • Move along.

    Every now and again, there is a bubbling up of voices about abuse in the FALC.  It rises with contentious overtones, heated words exchanged, deflected and tossed back…and then grows silent.

    The two sides failing to find a foothold on the other side.

    These mini debates are like voices escaping the silence.

    Daringly brave to take up such a topic.

    What is the purpose?

    Why is its life so short?

    Is this what happens when there is no common ground or a meeting place where both sides ARE interested in change?

    Which sides really wants or needs the change to happen?

    And, what is this change?

     

    I believe, that the reason sexual abuse, physical and emotional abuse are so tough subjects to deal with IS because we are not talking about strangers and people we don't know.

    We are zeroing in on family matters.

    Personal and up close into the core of how the family loves or nurtures itself.

    Add in religion and you are now on ground that people hold very close to themselves.

    They are fighting for the main pillars of who they are.

    Abuse doesn't happen without the consent of family members.

    Either the silence OR the forgiveness of its sin.

    We will do this IN order to save our family.

    To gain love.

    It isn't about whether there is, or is not abuse within the families of the church.

    It is about whether each person wants to know IF abuse is in their family's legacy.

    The heated words are protecting their family.  

    Their love. 

    Who truly wants to find out that within the family unit, there is abuse and people who wound children?

    And, the second part of this equation is are you willing to stand up for abuse IF it means standing against family members?  What are you willing to do in order to stop the rising numbers of abuse within the family trees?

    We can talk about meeting up with authorities and about reporting and support groups; but the bottom line, or ground zero, is you and your family.

    Each person in the discussion has to look at themselves, their feelings, their experiences, and how their own families deal with abusive behaviors.  Be willing to have boundaries and enforce them.

    Here is what I didn't know until I knew.

    That I was unaware of the abuse in my family, until a child spoke up, about my father. Her words matched how my body felt.  Its truth set me free.

    Free to then really look at our family.

    What behavior existed and how was it treated?

    What did the church members who knew… do? 

    Who was I going to model my life after?

    What was I going to do with this information?

    It doesn't even feel like I had a choice.

    Something within me moved away from those who had covered up this truth.

    Something within me moved me to be with the victim(s) and myself.

    Will those in the Facebook exchange have the same experience? 

    Someone said, that the change has to happen from the inside out.

    I agree and disagree.

    My awareness was broken into by a little voice that echoed the fear in my body.

    It was an outside voice that moved me.

    I am hopeful that the voices when they rise, will shake someone out of their denial.

    The awareness I was given, allowed me to see how abuse is protected within families.

    How the church 'forgives' it away.

    In order for me to change, I had to be willing to lose all.  My family, and my faith.

    I couldn't hold either out of reach, as I sorted me out.

    Who is willing to lose their families and faith in order to end abuse?

    This IS why sexual abuse, physical abuse, incest all get handed down from generation to generation, no one wants to leave their families in order to stop it.

    No one wants to look deeply at their parents and how this was created.

    It isn't that we run out of words or ideas.

    We bump up into where we need to look and decide, no not there.

    Just as I said, I have talked to many mothers who want to keep their children safe; but they are unwilling to leave their families and church to do so.  

    I know, that I am seen as the person who wants to wreck families and trash religions.

    I get that.

    However, where is abuse?

    Where does it live and how is it supported?

    Do you not think, that if I could have saved the family, I would have?

    These discussions will naturally die so the dysfunctional family can live.

    What most want more than abuse ending, is a family.

     

    And, even more than a family – a heaven when they die.

    Change cannot happen until the real problem is acknowledge.

    Who will dare look deep into their family and its legacy to see what is really there?

    Easier to tell me to move along…

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