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  • Fail to show up.

    Some weeks, days and months are riddle with growth spurts that challenge my patience…that try again and again to pierce the calm waters inside. Knowing that life is filled with moments and it isn't personal, until we make it so.  How to just ride each wave, when each wave alone is unsettling.

    Not that I expect life to flow….okay, maybe I do. 

    Remember the Jeep I bought? Well it is still sitting in the car lot 700 miles away… although it has been mine now for two weeks.  I was okay the first week, now …not so much. 

    Mr. Shady's transport service or advice he got, has not gotten my jeep to begin to begin its journey to me.  My husband got involved and hopefully it will get things moving. Part of me almost resents that it takes a man's voice to get things going. Although, it is too soon to tell, for we haven't gotten the call that the jeep is enroute.

    My internet service is a satelite, and it doesn't speak well with the wireless router and in trying to get 'techincal support' I have to pay.  IF we had an alternate internet provider available, I would end my contract with Hughs Net.  The satelite works perfect, but the techincal support and the way the wireless router works with it, not so much.  I spent 3 hours on the phone last night….and this morning, no go. I am now connected directly to the satelite in order to get online.  UGH…

    Oh, and while I was on the line with the Internet folks, my boss called.  My Backup Man, the guy who works every other Saturday, so I get one off….he quit.  Gave his two week notice.  Nice.  Just in time for the Holidays!  When it rains it pours…..and not that each one are life threatening, but they sure are peace threatening. 

    It isn't the big things in life that drive you nuts, but the small pieces…that all fall apart at once.

    And perhaps it isn't that stuff falls apart, but that our expectations fail. We believe that each person and service will do as it is suppose to. That is our problem…

    I have tried to sit in the lap of uncertainty and get comfortable, to not care…but I begin to wiggle with concern and worry and wonder and crave knowing…to leave the details up to the Universe and stop expecting.  Hard to do.

    Where does the line of acceptance for what is cross over into wrestling with the Universe?

    What is reasonable and when is it reasonable to no longer wait patiently?  Who decides?

    It feels like I have been patient….with the Jeep, the Internet folks and not having a back up at work….when is it time to just jump in and sling stuff around to make it different?

    Mostly, what presses my buttons are the lack of alternatives…and I have to deal with what is….and I want to have a choice, but for now waiting for the jeep is the wisest….dealing with the internet is all we can do, until the phone company update our lines or a cable company decides to drop a cable down our road….and the back up man…well, he needed to be replaced….just not now.

    Having to greet reality when it is not on my time line is something I am trying to do with Grace.  Feeling that these are lessons in separating life from me. 

     All I have to do is not set a timeline or expectations….and learn that the only thing that really failed me, were my expectations.

    This is my lesson…to be accepting of what is now….and not let what is not rattle my cage.

    It is funny that we don't know we have expecations until they fail to show up.

     

  • You Can’t Win By Staying.

    I copied more from the article, in case some didn't click on the link to read.  It was very enlightening to me, and I want it to be on my blog site.  

    Most of us assume many things about abusers, but many of us can't even begin to comprehend what goes on in their minds.  What I continue to say about my father is that he orchestrated and manipulated everything. They do not leave anything to chance.

    Reading this article written by Andrew Vachss actually affirms this.

     "In America, we respect titles more than knowledge. But despite intellectualized attempts to merge the “psychopath” and the “sociopath,” there are significant differences between them. They share some characteristics—a total absence of empathy, a profound sense of entitlement, and a complete lack of conscience. The last explains why they never bounce the needles on a polygraph, a machine which does not detect lies, but only measures “guilty knowledge.” Neither ever feels guilt for their conduct, because they do not experience—or even conceptualize—guilt.

        Also, neither sociopaths nor psychopaths will seek “treatment” unless compelled to do so by a court, and even then they will simply use the opportunity to improve their skill-set, such as faking empathy for their victims while facing a parole board.

        But there are distinctions between the two. A psychopath is generally incapable of (or dismissive of) cost-benefit analysis, unlike a sociopath, who will engage in such calculation. So for example, a sociopath who is an intrafamilial child sexual offender is likely to continue his behavior with subsequent children of his own, or even to seek out “single moms” who advertise their status in various forms of social media … but he is not likely to abduct children of strangers. Both offenders are predatory pedophiles, but their target range will vary radically.

        A psychopath is capable of bonding only to the extent of creating a folie à deuxrelationship, which psychiatry calls a “shared psychosis,” (but would be more correctly termed a toxic gestalt, as there is always a far more dominant “half” in such a relationship). Examples include Bradley and Hindley, Leopold and Loeb, Bianchi and Buono. One psychopath might quote Nietzsche eloquently; another might not even be able to read his tripe. But a serial-killing psychopath always writes his own script, seeking a level of internal stimulation available to them only through the pain of others.

        The utter helplessness of their victims is always a trail-marker of psychopaths. Some, such as Gertrude Baniszewski, take advantage of opportunities; others, such as Ted Bundy, create them. Unlike sociopaths, psychopaths have no “goal” which, if attained, would cause their behavior to cease. Their need never goes away, although the fulfillment of that need is often dose-related … what once “satisfied” them eventually will no longer suffice. And escalation is virtually guaranteed.

        Psychopaths are characterized by implacable relentlessness. They can neither be deterred by any law (including the death penalty), nor benefit from any “treatment.” They have all the insight into their own behavior they need, because they know what they want to do. Fear of consequences is non-existent with them—the very possibility of consequences doesn’t register.

        Psychopaths are the ultimate toxin in the bloodstream of humanity, but they are not “born bad.” Fetal alcoholism, pre-frontal lobe malformation, closed-head injuries, the XXY chromosome … all have been found in psychopaths. And all have been found in those who never walk the psychopath’s chosen road.

        The essential difference between a sociopath and a psychopath is that a sociopath’s goals—money, success, attention—are shared by most of us, to some extent. But because they are not dragged down by all our ethical “baggage,” sociopaths can move more quickly toward such goals, and they would have no reservations about removing anything that stood between them and what they want.In contrast, a psychopath seeks gratification—rape, torture, murder-for-entertainment—that most of us don’t. We have great difficulty imagining why any human being would want to commit the acts psychopaths engage in.

        It gets murky when we run across sociopaths who produce child pornography but who are not what are generically called “pedophiles.” They are simply selling a product, and completely indifferent as to how that product is produced, or to what use it is put. No different from arms dealers or contraband traffickers (from cocaine to children), the gratification is the money and the power that comes with accumulating it.

        Put more bluntly: a sociopath would sell a snuff film; a psychopath would makeone.

        But when it comes to predatory pedophiles, knowing the difference makes no difference, because there is no cure. So the sooner we stop being lulled into a false sense of security by the mythology that peddles “treatment,” the safer our children will be.

        What we call something doesn’t matter. There is one undeniable truth about predators: if we refuse to see them while we still have a chance, we’ll never see them coming later—when we don’t.

     Andrew Vachss

    Some how we continue to be lulled into this weird 'safe zone' by forced treatment and/or making them be on a sexual register etc. When there is no treatment for a cure.  We never hear that it will only be cured upon death.  

    We the people have to hear this and own it.  

    There is no cure!!!  Their lives will always and forever be open opportunities to molest again and again. They will continue to do whatever and say whatever to lull you into believing it will never happen again.  

    They do not work alone.

    Also, predatory pedophiles….how they will ensure to get victims even by dating or marrying someone with children. My father won the lottery when he married a woman who believed in zero birth control.  He was constantly fed new models by the sheer numbers 14 children will produce.  He died having 49 grandchildren and I am not sure how many great-grands.  There was no need to go out and snatch a child, they were willingly brought to him.

    My father controlled our family making sure his pedophilia needs were met.  He had his wife guilt his adult children to bring their girls to him.  My mother was his second in command.  I did feel guilty if I didn't go to Sunday Dinner. It worked on me.  I did bring my children to him.  "Grandpa enjoys it when his kids come home."

    I wish I could say that my family was the last living family where this stuff goes on. But, inside of each pedophile family is a similar scene being played out…he is manipulating the non-abusers…and for multiple reasons, they are going along.

    It also struck me yesterday about the lack of conscience in pedophiles and how we have a church who preaches to the conscience within us….

    If you all are expecting the pedophiles within the church to have a come to Jesus moment, forget about it.  You have to have a conscience first.

    Fathers without a conscience are not fathers.  

    If all you take away from this article is this….the lack of conscience and what that fully entails…you will begin to see the trail that you followed perfectly….you have been played by a pedophile like a flute.

    Imagine, we have a 'lie detector' and it only works if you have a conscience…..and we use this to 'detect' a pedophile who will ace this test everytime.  

    Lie Detectors don't work if you don't have a conscience. I know that recently a few folks have taken lie detector tests to 'clear' them of the title pedophile….Really?

    Who is more the fool?  

    We are…for putting full trust in the machine.

    What is reality showing you?  How many have stories and tales about the behavior of these men have been told?  I for one, have been confused by the passing of the lie detector and it then made the victims appear to be liars.  Instead, the machine was unable to detect a conscience.

    How perfect.  A pedophile without a conscience….makes perfect sense to me.  

    We need to stop putting a conscience and feelings and love etc into a person who is showing you it is not there.

    Pedophiles are using the very tools we have full faith in.  What I am here to tell you, forgiveness of their sins (sexual abuse) doesn't work. They don't disappear into a lake called Grace….and the lie detectors don't work on them. It is time for all of us to rely on reality.

    Reality is waiting for us to act upon it.  Not to look away and believe away and test it away.  It is waiting for us to move.  The pedophiles lives are going on uninterrupted, due to our lack of movement.

    Movement in the direction of fully embracing, "There is no cure."  and "It can't be blessed away."  

    You have to be willing to lose it all in order to save your self and your children.

    As long as you stay, you are feeding the pedophile….he will not stop sexually abusing until he dies.  Get that.  Hold it and never let it go. You are in a battle you can't win by staying.



  • The Zero, Labeling Mental Disorders Doesn’t Answer the Real…

    Labeling Mental Disorders Doesn’t Answer the Real Question: Does a “Diagnosis” Mean There’s a Cure?

    via andrewvachss.tumblr.com

    Here is a paragraph that is chilling to me.  This is why many abusers pass lie detector tests!  Please read the whole article!  Amazing insight!  

    "The last explains why they never bounce the needles on a polygraph, a machine which does not detect lies, but only measures “guilty knowledge.” Neither ever feels guilt for their conduct, because they do not experience—or even conceptualize—guilt." quote from article.

  • Worthless in his eyes.

    I heard a line on the radio about our court systems no longer being a place to find the truth…and that really hit home.  

    That is scary to me.  Where do we now go to have the truth validated?  

    And then, the thought came, "Why do we need a third party to look into our lives to see what is going on, when we know it first hand?"  Or do we?  Is it possible that we don't know the truth when we see it?  

    Who do you trust to know the truth now?

    I used to trust the law and the church, but found neither was really intent on discovering the truth, both were more willing to cover it up or change it around or just let it walk away.

    Are we all playing life's game of pretending the truth doesn't exist?  

    And how does it serve you not to know the truth?  

    How is your life better without the truth?  

    Who would you be if you fully embraced the truth?

    How would your life change if you accepted full out what is?

    It seems insane to me that not only the courts of the land, but many churches are participants of disregarding the truth.  And even more shocking, we are all agreeing by silently going along…and actually work hard to not let the truth stand alone and naked in the light of day.

    We do this not because we are intentionally going against the truth, BUT we are going for what we believed in.  

    We have a life we believe in and we don't want to see it wrecked.

    If you believe in family, in a loving dad, you will fight like hell when the stories of abuse come in.  Even if you say you get that he is an abuser, BUT you still treat him like a dad, you have participated in disregarding the truth for the overpowering need of having a dad.  Of not being able to let that dream die…to become fatherless.

    Who knew that the truth would have so few cheerleaders?

    What was the greatest pain, wasn't the truth of abuse, but the dissolving of dad and little girl dreams of having a strong protector, of having someone who would fight like hell if someone were to even think about damaging one little hair on your head…who wants to know, you stand alone unprotected.

    The acts of abuse and bodily injury are nothing compared to what we lose IF we agree with abuse.

    We lose all the warm comforts of family…of being special and precious and loved.

    Truth rips from us all the comforts of home…

    What we hold on to tighter is this comfort….this blanket of security.  We want to know that there are people out there who will protect us against evil.

    What we don't want to know is that those who we placed to protect us, are evil.

    We don't want to know know know, that those we have loved, trusted and believed in are willingly and knowingly using us, abusing us and treating us poorly.  That they literally set up their household for evil deeds. We want to instead sit in the comforts of them being our protectors.  Of them wanting the best for us…always.

    This is a wide stream to cross to flop on the shore of knowing who we thought protected us actually were the same ones who betrayed our trust and abused us. Cared less of our love, of our loyalty and admiration…in fact used our very nature and abused us…Time and time again…for we refused to believe this was evil.  We have been taught to bless away the sins…to honor thy mother and thy father that all may be well with thee and that thou mayest live long on thee earth.  We keep doing out part and the evil knows we will not not bless each act away.

    We don't need the courts in the land to show us evil, we need the courts in the land to show us where our family is a fantasy. And instead, how often do the courts and social agencies work so hard to make a family…to sit on their haunches of 'reasonable doubt'.  Really?  Do you really have to wonder if the father is no longer a father, when you have victims stories of abuse???

    The courts work on reasonable doubt…meaning can you say without a doubt he is an abuser. Perhaps we need to ask, can you show me without a reasonable doubt where the family man is?  Show me his actions. Show me where the love lies…where he has protected me, where he has treasured me etc?

    The reason I see that we are all backwards with this, is that we believe in the family and will let nothing stand in its way. We don't want to embrace evil and face it full on. For when we do, we are standing without a family.

    Even if the courts in the land no longer are a place to find the truth….and even if many churches will bless the truth away, each of us know in our bodies where the truth lies….what is the truth….and what our greatest fears are.

    Our greatest fear is not about abuse.  

    Our greatest fear is there is no family.  So, instead many will work harder to keep family together TO PROVE it exists.

    It isn't about proving abuse is there….but rather that you have a dad.  Regardless of how he acted, there were some fairly okay times.  He took us hunting, he supported us, he….he….he.  Yep, he was a dad.  And it is unreasonable to toss it all away.  I have a dad…so, then he can't be evil.  And if he can't be evil, then I am worthy.

    I have a dad and I am worthy….feels much better than, my father abused me and I am worthless….

    Worthless in his eyes.



     


  • No, is the most loving response

     "Even though love does always give the loving response in a situation, sometimes the loving response in a situation is no."  Marianne Williamson

    What I believe is the biggest stumbling block in being a free and a loving individual is the ability to say yes or to say no for the good of your own self.

    To separate you in each relationship and not lose your self in the belief that in order for love to survive, you have to acquiesce your no.

    Remember, Acquiesce is "Accept something reluctantly but without protest."

    What you are giving up is you…without protest.  You are saying yes to them and the no part of you is willing to stand up and protest.

    I lost myself when I was a small child, I didn't even protest, for I believed that being a good girl was the way to be the most loving.  To always say 'yes'…even when I felt no would feel better for me. When I didn't want to do something, I never used the word no. Especially with family. Family made it even harder to say no.

    I used to feel that love was something you gave to others, regardless of the cost to you.  In fact, often the more it cost me, the more loving I would appear.  

    I loved that way for 46 years. I loved completely empty.  Is that even possible to give what you don't feel inside??? 

    What if feeling loving wasn't a team sport but an individual game?

    It took me a long while to cut the strings and to separate and I did so with the jeers and not so kind words from family directed at me. For they did believe that I was the one who could put love in or take it away.  I can't.

    Love is not something you give to others, it isn't an item to be passed around.  

    Love lives inside of you.  Each of us are responsible for the love we feel…or don't feel. No one can make you more loving. 

    It is my opinion, that the most abusive do believe that love lives outside in another person, so they will manipulate and control them in order to protect their 'love'.

    If it was possible to change a person by being more lovable, how is it then that my father never changed?  Did his famly not love him enough???  Did we need to do more?  Is it our responsibility for how he acted?  

    Somehow, in abusive situations, the abuser is not held responsible for being unloving inside, but rather the victims try harder, do more and care more and believe that by loving even harder, they will change this person. 

    My evidence in this is the past 8 years. How many of his family members did more and not less? How many thought less of me and not more for doing nothing?

    I had given all I had for the first forty six and it didn't cure, help or make love where there was no love.  All it did was drain me and keep me from my own life.  

    At 46 I nothing more to give.  Instead of doing what I had always done, I did something new…I said no.  No more. There will be no more…I will give no more….for I had seen clearly what I had supported…while I gave up me without a protest.

    Imagine, I gave up me to help support an abuser…

    Sometimes saying No to you is saying Yes to me….and sometimes no is the most loving response.

  • Being in your Truth.

    "My mom said she learned how to swim. Someone took her out in the lake and threw her off the boat. That's how she learned how to swim. I said, “Mom, they weren't trying to teach you how to swim.”PAULA POUNDSTONE

    "Reframing what happens to us can be a healthy way to survive terrible things, or it can become a veil of denial that keeps us from moving on. Often, we simply have to trust that we will see the truth of things when we are strong enough and ready." Nepo Mark 

    What I find so remarkable is the strength of the "Reframing" in an abusive home and how many put their stock in the reframing and not even begin to begin questioning another way.

    The fear that holds the reframing together is fierce…and we call it love.  We love the reframing, not the truth.

    I had built a life for 46 years based on the reframing…and the voice of a small child undid it all. For her words matched not my reframing, but the truth that lay beneath… in my body.  

    What I find so shocking are the amount of systems all in place to hold the reframing in line.  How there are actual religions who will help keep you away from the truth, who will actually have "forgiving away reality" as their main premise. So you will repeatedly reframe the character of a man….

    "There are no sins too great to forgive…" no hurtful action, not abuse, nothing is to big to wash away. Which leaves you seeing a reframing of a man and not the man himself.

    This one small child spoke her truth and how many have walked a walk that echoes that?  Most will say they agree, they see and they know….but do their action steps show it???

    Or, do they continue to add to the reframing.

    This network of intricate lies are subtle and yet glaring.  

    In looking back, my focus for many years was in keeping the family unit together…all my attention was put into the reframing.  I never looked beneath.  I was too busy holding it all together in my mind.

    I do wonder why the young child's voice broke my frame work of lies…and not everyones.  Why they continue to work on the scaffolding and I what lies beneath?

    And what is even more disheartening, it is the child doing all the work. The parent just continues on being their self in all its glory….and the child works like hell to make them a better mom/dad…reframing each thing they say and do….

    What I also find interesting, is that to me, many will agree with what I say…but go right back to building a scaffolding they call family.

    Like little worker ants…brushing up a brother and overlooking this and that…..polishing up a mother….creating what they need.  A Family.

    No matter what.

    I see the reframing going on and on…and how they see what I say as "Negative" and they want positive….positive….positive.

    They see the negative, but reframe it over and it becomes positive.

    They use the word forgiveness to put it aside.

    They say things like "she did the best she could…." or "I don't know what it is like to walk in her shoes…"  Giving her the benefit of their doubts and reframe.

    Building this facade protects them…keeps them feeling safe and normal and in a family.

    While I hear they are moving on and going forward, what I really see is more reframing going on….and it is actually holding them in place; keeping the family together…only by reframing each action.

    I even felt that when a few came in to protest the "collective mourning" that I was being asked to "reframe" that.  Rephrase that. Clean that Up.  

    Why?  

    I don't need anyone reframing why I stayed away.

    What is weird is that I feel, some didn't want to be caught mourning a father….

    I did mourn a father.  I did mourn what I didn't get.  I mourned the loss of a dream…of what could have been.  I mourned the loss of a childhood, the loss of innocence….I mourned and I mourned and I mourned many years ago.

    I mourned the truth that was kept from me….by others and by myself.

    Reframing life keeps you from being in your truth.





  • Family Tree

    I have been drawn to trees….Artful Trees, Trees with buttons for their leaves, and whimsical looking trees….so, I began creating a tree.  This began right before my father died.  I loved the background, my hand-dyed fabric, and I called it a rich looking combination of colors. I knew I wanted the woman to contrast the tree. I tried doing a woman in red standing up on the boulder by the tree…..and it didn't feel right to me.

    When I came back to this after my father died, I then decided I wanted the lady to sit down.  Sit in reverence….of her family tree.  But….


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    The woman sitting took on this mournful look, and not in reverence, but in sadness.  It is intriguing how a woman who is sad I drape a sweater or shawl on…like she is cold…  

    I had thought to be adding things to the branches…but on this one…I can't know what that would be. It feels almost better with bare branches….it matches the energy of the woman.

    I thought I was done with the Tree thing, but I went to the Portage Quilt Shop on Saturday and saw this wonderful fabric that I thought would make the perfect border on a Tree Quilt…and it so excited me….and another tree was born…and a woman by this tree. The fabric lent it self to a completely different tree.


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    I am not done quilting either of them, but the Artful part for me is complete.  I love both of the trees…for they represent both my heritage and my future.  

    The energies are even felt in both quilts… the low dark sadness…as well as the feelings of joy and freedom….and movement in the second tree.

    It is my belief we all are born into a tree in full bloom and we get to either replicate the energies of that tree….or move on to a new tree.

    Most want to move on but do so without leaving the tree, let alone the orchard.

    They want to leave their legacy behind, but not the family tree.

    In looking deeply into the root system of the tree I was born into, I knew in order to change the heritage, for me and move forward, I could not act or be like my ancestors.  Or more succinctly, like my mother.

    "Insanity is doing the same thing and expecting a different result"…Einstein said.

    You simply can't grow a new kind of family by doing the same things your parents did.  

    My mother never left her abusive brother's lives.  She never divorced my abusive father.  My mother never could see how her religion kept her shackled to hurtful people.  Her definition of 'unconditional' love was stick together family rules no matter what and forgive the hurt and try to forget and move on.

    What I love is that I am doing the opposite of her…and my family tree is changing…and many are not happy with the changes I have made, what I focus on and the lines I draw in cement and how I put up restrictions around behaviors I will not tolerate.  I am the opposite of my mother and I am loving that.

    The children of my parents are all adults now and have been for years. Each will decide what part of my parents life they want to replicate, what behaviors and actions will they carry on.

    Most expected me to cling to the family tree and honor the blood that flows in it…

    And instead I let go.  I dropped off the family tree.  I had to.  It was contaminated with sexual disease and with a mother who refuses to act against it.

    Many want to keep the mother, stating she is 'child like' that she isn't capable of more…perhaps. However, the mother that I knew directed her life in a way to suit herself. She never not once acted 'helpless'.  

    Helpless to leave him, yes I agree.  Helpless to actually go throught the steps of divorce, yes that too.  Helpless to actually see the damage she helped orchestrate, yes.  I see her helpless to recognize how her religion was a tool he used and that she held dear to her heart.  Helpless in that she was easily manipulated and controlled by those she loved…but she also is strong and determined.

    She is strong and determined to hold on to her religion. It is a subject not open for discussion. No matter how it was used to keep abuse going in her home, she is not opening that clenched fist.  She will not leave that church….no matter what. Her strength is showing…

    She is holding on to family…hers.  She refuses to drop her brother after he abused her…she is holding on tightly and will not budge. She refused to give up a husband…again that is her strength…that you see as weakness.

    This is where we parted ways.

    Where she is strong, I am weak….I let go easily when I feel abused, manipulated, lied to, betrayed…etc.  She holds on.

    My strength is knowing I can and will let go.

    The freedom I have to leave relationships that do not honor me is why my tree will grow different than hers.

    I am proud to say, I no longer take after my Mother.

    And our family trees will look different. Where hers has clusters of abusers, mine is abuser free.  What she hangs on her tree and what I have on mine are worlds apart.

    Each of our lives is a depiction of our tree. How you act, what you tolerate, who you gather with, what you let go of, what you say yes to and what you say no to….etc, are all colors on your tree.  

    You create your own family tree.








     


  • Just Like Her

    Is it possible to engage with one man whose roles are so far apart and not pick one? How can you manage in your mind an abusing father and not have to pick one as the majority?  Is it possible to literally put father in a preemptive role over sexual abuser?

    I had to make sure I had the word Preemptive correct….

    Preemptive…"Serving or intended to forestall something, esp. to prevent attack by disabling the enemy: "a preemptive strike".

    I did not put father in place trying to forstall the abuse, in fact I did the opposite.  I put the abuser in first place and the father second. For the affects of his abuse far outweighed any father stuff I received.

    So each of us will mourn the loss differently depending upon which role was in first place.

    If it is Dad or abuser.

    If it is Grandpa or abuser.

    It matters what you have tried to preempt.

    I am guilty of preempting the father….and my focus has been primarily on the abuser's damage to me.  The abuser's damage was too loud to hear the faint father things he did.

    In listening to my brother speak of how my parents arranged their home to best suit the pedophile, to how my mother was nagged to call and get girls to his Sunday dinner, I can't believe that preempting the abuser is possible?  How do you save father and mother from this?  How can you not see that the intentions of engagement with their children and their children's children have not all been for the good of the abuser?  Roast dinners now make me gag…they were the last supper of innocence for many.

    That no matter how hard you try and see the 'good' it will be preempted by evil.

    Many are wanting to "forgive" and forget….and to move on.  What they are wanting to desperately do, is to stall the attack of evil feelings…of evil knowing.  

    To know to the DNA of your soul….they were not kind, but evil. Their lives were set up to serve a pedophile and serve it they did. 

    Overlooking their evil adult behavior will not stall the evil from continuing.

    They need your blind faith and loving forgiveness and willingness to preempt all bad, always…to keep mom and dad in first place.  Come on good children, DO THAT.

    I am seen as angry, bitter and insane FOR not preempting evil…I am crazy for putting their evil deeds first. Really?  Did I set the candy dish in a place where little children had to climb over his lap to get a sweet treat???   Did I put the guilt on the adult children for not going to Sunday Dinner?  Really?  

    All my actions since 2004, have been to preempt father and to get you all to see the evil AND to respond in kind.  Not only was my mother played like a fiddle, so too have most of the children.

    When will you not see that father and mother are preempted in their worlds, that evil has taken first seat?  What will it take for you all to start acting like abused children instead of children?  To start seeing the damage and toll it has taken in your lives to not step away from thy father and thy mother and stop honoring them?  

    I am now and forever grateful, that I did not preempt evil.  

    Seeing this from the eyes of a loving child looking at their parents/grandparent OR from the eyes of an abused child, will make all the difference in the world.

    The two natures don't match, they have to be kept apart.  

    A loving father and an Abusive father are polar opposites….so trying to keep this dueling energies alive inside is impossible, one wins out.

    I let the father go for my sanity…

    Doesn't it seem insane, that by letting go of the loving one, I found my sanity.

    But, look back into our childhood home and tell me the efforts that were made to be a father…or loving grandparents.  Can you really really really….say that, when it was all set up to trap the next victim.  

    You all are preempting my voice, my questioning, my relentless blogging on this….to let go, move on….and be happy.   Is it possible?  Can you forstall forever what it has done to you?

    It is my belief, that your lives are set up to bring your truth to you.  It is begging now for your attention. It is more relentless than I.  It will badger you and hunt you down. There is no escaping your truth.  Abuse neglected WILL show up again and again and again, Until you change how you deal.  

    Preempting it is only forstalling the inevitable.

    Did your mother escape the evil?  Did her marriage thrive and flourish by 'moving on' again and again from evil?

    How are many any different than her.  Knowing you are dealing with an abuser, but doing many things for him anyway?  You are doing a role, just like her.







  • Not as I do

    I can see there is a niche market for cards; cards that fit the imperfect situation.

    It has been interesting to be the subject that is hard to deal with, yet again.

    Being a child of a known pedophile isn't an easy road to hoe….and it doesn't get easier when he dies.  Now, folks don't have a clue what to do, again.

    I will speak from my point of view, which is the tone of this whole blog.  It may or may not be the same for my siblings.  In fact, I am pretty sure I will step on toes and crinkle or bend them.

    What I have used as my own meter to know what people were up to, was to watch for actions. Words became meaningless, when words were the camouflage my mother drapped over abuse in our home.  

    I looked up the word "Camouflage".

    "Hide or disguise the presence of (a person, animal, or object) by means of camouflage."

    And if you just looked at actions minus the words what would you see in the way people are acting?

    What is their story on mute?

    A few have given me their words to ride along with actions, and feel the words MUST be with the Action OR the Action will be misread.

    Really?

    I sat with this.  I wondered how much of my actions need words?  How much of my life could be mis-represented and that you need an explanation for it?  Even if I said not a word on this blog, my actions are clear, loud and present.

    Is it not the same for them?

    What is a residual affect from waking up in an abusive home…after years of blindness, is that you want to see actions that you have previously missed.

    What I am finding discerning is that my mother's tool is being used on me…meaning words are given that don't match the action and yet I am 'suppose' to believe.

    That is the awkward family part…where words are to be more valuable than actions.

    And then there is this other awkward place, where friends don't know what to do…normal sympathy cards seem inappropriate and they are left not even wanting to bring it up.  Silence is the action choosen.

    Silence on my end feels equally as awkward as a sympathy card.

    My father did die.  I am once again an awkward moment.  I am finding that his death is just like when we first heard of his pedophilia, awkward not knowing what to say, so silence is chosen.

    Silence to me feels extremely empty.  Even the sympathy cards show movement and caring.

    I can see how there needs to be an imperfect card selection for folks like me…and a book on what would be helpful in these situations.  I do understand, for the general society rules don't apply.

    What I want you to know how it feels on this side of silence…and on this side of watching actions.  I feel like I now see the world like a child, how their candor and simple mindedness of seeing and feeling…of how explanations fall on deaf ears….

    Just as children do not believe what you say, but they believe what you do.

    Isn't there that old saying "do as I say not as I do"….

    Actions speak Louder than Words…






  • Wounded Child

    A thought that rolled around in my head last night was the sentiment "We are dealing with abuse, for we are taking care of him (Ray).  Which does imply that you are aware of who he is. But, are you aware of how it impacted you to do this?  How it wasn't caring for your abused and wounded self to step in and take care of your abuser?

    Dealing with the abuser and dealing with the affects being abused had on your life, are two totally different animals. They do not share the same space at all.

    I lifted not one finger, not one pinky to deal with the abuser. NOT one.  I have not lifted one finger to deal with his accomplice either.  

    Dealing with the abusers is in my opinion, is reaping more abuse.

    I am not even sure if it matters Why you thought it was something you Had to do….the mere fact that you were dealing with the abuser for so many years had to have an impact on your life.

    Again, dealing with abuse for me, was to deal with me.  To deal with learning how to say no.  With learning how to disappoint another in order to do so, and to not lift a finger in dealing with the abuser.

    I have been dealing with the affects of abuse in me and have paid no mind to where the abusers were, their lives…etc.  I felt to the dept of my being, that the first 46 years was me dealing with the abusers….and that they would not get one second of my next 40 years.

    Interesting to see how this mix-up was read.  No wonder they felt they were dealing with abuse…for they were in the lives of the abusers AFTER knowing about the abuse.  

    I dealt with the abusers BEFORE I knew who and what their lives were about.

    I guess this concerns me greatly that some feel that dealing is dealing with the abusers….while neglecting the cost and toll it has taken on their lives. That they feel that it is their duty….somehow.  Or I guess I can't know why they were dealing with the abusers while I was dealing with the affects of abuse on me.

    This again is a completely different mode of operation or starting point.

    I wonder how many other families this sentiment is running through, where dealing with abuse means 'taking care of the abusers needs etc'?

    I had said a long while back that the shoes I tossed aside were quickly filled.  I just didn't realize that they called it dealing with abuse.  I thought they were dealing with their parents.

    What does that mean when you can't stop dealing with the abusers?

    At what point does your life matter more than that of the abusers?

    And, an even scarier question….what does it mean when you are 'okay' dealing with the abusers, when you don't feel it is harmful to you?

    Wow…it is no wonder we didn't get along.  I was dealing with abuse while they were dealing with the abusers.  Yikes.  Now, that has to be one hell of a ride.  It is amazing that most never opted off.  Is that a clear sign of being abused….taking care of the abusers?

    I guess.  I did it for 46 years….and it didn't matter the cost. I gave up my life in order to deal with abusers.  I did it until I knew who I was dealing with…

    In fact, each decision that I have made after learning who they were…was decided upon how it impacted me.  I didn't lean or move an inch if it was for their comfort or their preference etc.  All my choices were made to make sure I was no longer dealing with the abusers.

    This is where I believe we parted ways…

    It would have been pure hell for me to deal with the abusers.

    While it hasn't been a walk in the park to deal with the affects of abuse, at least my abuse had stopped.  

    My brother marveled and was discouraged with My Line in cement.  I now know what the line is.  The line is taking care of the abusers on one side and taking care of your self on the other.

    One side will lower your self worth, the other will raise it.

    One has no choice, and the other complete freedom.

    One is a prison of obligation and service to others at the cost of your peace, love and joy of self. Oh, I could go on and on.

    I see clearly now where I went over the line and never looked back.

    To me, I saw that one side was caring for the wounded abused girl and the other side was caring for the abusers.  

    In order to keep caring for my little wounded girl I had to never cross that line…and I didn't.  

    No matter what….no matter who….my one and only priority has been to heal my wounded child….







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