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  • Willing to try.

    We agree to disagree.  What does that mean?  And can you use that same phrase or sentiment when talking about huge issues?

     

    My sister eloquently wrote about the time that she “flipped my switch to OFF”

     

    Yet they too don’t understand that they hold half the responsibility, that I didn’t just flip the switch unprovoked.

     

    And it wasn’t done lightly or with out pain.

     

    Switching the father to off was done a long time ago, and by him, it just took me 40 years to catch up.  Switching the mother off happened at the same time, or maybe on and off over the years.

     

    Switching the switches of brothers and sisters was much more painful.  And sometimes I am tempted to let them come in even in their disheveled state, but know that it would not serve either of us well.

     

    My switch from having a family to not having a family was not an easy or desired switch, but one I had to make in order to heal myself.

     

    It is odd that I get a whole self and a fragmented family. 

     

    What we are trying to do is to get back together, but how can my sister and I join up again without unflipping the switch.

     

    I will not flip back around, it is not that simple.

    And I am not certain she wants to flip either.

    To join back in the stance of “agree to disagree” seems near impossible.

    How do two sisters do that?  Especially one who embraces the father and the other runs in terror, who will flip?

     

    She comments on ‘having to agree’ in order to have a relationship, and sometimes I do understand that you can get along without agreeing, but on this???

     

    I am an open-minded person, but not that open-minded.

    What she seems to be asking is for no boundaries on my part.

     

    This saga will continue.

     

    I am standing in total befuddlement as to how to mend this broken fence. 

     

    I stand in awe that she is willing to try. 

     

     

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  • We failed to start.

    “Out beyond ideas of wrong-doing and right-doing
    there is a field. I'll meet you there.”

                  Rumi

     

    When I look at my siblings, especially the ones that I haven’t spoken to, seen or interacted with in many years, I wonder if there is an opening, a new beginning, a place for us to meet, where we can begin to forge a new relationship.

     

    My sister is attempting to walk back in, yet I feel we both have ‘standards’ that we won’t compromise.  We both are holding onto ‘beliefs’ either old or new, that we clutch desperately to ourselves.

     

    What will it take for us to meet and begin anew? 

     

    To meet is to introduce our selves to each other. To open the dialogue and exchange information with integrity or honesty as we know it.

     

    I put out a few questions that remain unanswered, so then what.  Do I just meet her as a ‘surface sister’ one who only can skate along the surface of life, the trivial and vanilla subjects, to not glance back or delve to deeply, just comment like pleasant strangers?

     

    What would our field beyond the right and wrong be?  What place could we meet?

     

    Is there a way that I can begin and she could follow, or do I follow her?  Where is she going?  How can I know, if she doesn’t bring me in to confidence?

     

    A thought came to me yesterday, “would we be friends if my father was out of the picture?”   Let’s just keep this between two ladies and take out the others, to drop the people that cloud the issues.  What then would we have in common?  Is there a place we would meet then?

     

    Since I have been absent in her life the past 5 years or more, there is much I don’t know, so I am back to where I started. 

     

    Introduce me to yourself, and I will share me with you, and then we will see if we still want to play together in this field called life.

     

    When I spoke to a Therapist, she stated the levels of human interaction, ‘social niceties’ was on the top, and I believe intimacy was on the bottom.

     

    Looking backwards into my family exchanges, we were mostly up near social niceties; we never seemed to talk about the things we should be talking about.

     

    There was an elephant in the room or the uncomfortable feeling in the midst of a conversation.

     

    It seemed we were always stopped before we could shed our façade and just be ourselves.  We had to pretend to be something we were not, like fake being comfortable, fake being ok, fake being pleasant, to be accepted.

     

    I am no longer willing to fake anything or suppress a feeling or thought; I want to express openly who I am.

     

    Our initial conversation reveals that she is not willing to even read the blog, for it is all about me, then who is she wanting in her field to play with?

     

    When Rumi says, ‘I will meet you there,’ I guess I was picturing two people meeting, not just one.

     

    I looked up the meaning of relationship;

    noun. the quality or state of being related; connection; connection by blood, marriage, etc.; kinship; a particular instance of being related; a continuing attachment.

     

    When I read ‘kinship’ I now understand.  I want them to be related to abuse, to connect with the abuse, when in their minds it is absent. 

     

    There is no meeting of the minds, and can you have a relationship with some one you feel no kinship?

     

    Kinship, are we sisters of the same cloth? 

    We were both draped with the cloth of abuse.

     

    And I am asking her to disrobe, to take off what she has been using to cover it up.  She is clutching that tightly, and is it up to me to tear it off?

     

    And I feel she is asking me to cover up, to not show all my ‘dirty laundry.’

     

    We are sisters of the same cloth, but differently displayed. 

     

    What field than can we go in?  Where can we both stand?  I see us yet to begin.

    We haven’t started to start.

    We failed to start.

     

     

     

  • I know you can.

    My brother is at a ten-day silent Vipassana retreat.  This is his second time there, and this time he is a volunteer and will help with the food preparation and clean up as well as meditate for three hours a day.

     

    This meditation practice is called the ‘insight meditation.’  I hope his blog www.messyguru.typepad.com will have entries about it upon his return.

     

    His first time was almost a year ago, around Thanksgiving time he was an attendee and they meditated all day long.

    He had a wild ride; with emotions, crazy thoughts and beliefs all celebrating the fact that he stopped doing to just sit with them awhile.

     

    I applaud his courage to just sit.  He is facing full on all that is upside down and backwards, to sit in silence and encourage thoughts that most run away from. 

     

    The busyness of life can camouflage all the roots of anxiety, making it near impossible to figure out why you run.

     

    Imagine stopping everything.  Like every little thing, and have someone taking care of you, so all you have to do is be with your self awhile, ok for TEN days. 

     

    For many many months I had my own semi-vipassana here.

    I didn’t know such a fancy word, but I sat and sat and then I sat.

     

    I watched birds, and my mind was churning and cranking and spitting and sputtering, whirling around and around, trying to make sense of the nonsensical. 

     

    Just had to look up the meaning of nonsensical.

    noun: words or language having little or no sense or meaning. conduct, action, etc., that is senseless, foolish, or absurd: to have tolerated enough nonsense.

     

    Boy is that the truth.  I was trying to figure out ‘words or language having little or no sense or meaning.’  Wow.

     

    And those words held meanings such as love, family, caring, or faith of my childhood, and they now became nonsensical.

     

    I recall almost feeling the daily flush of embarassment, to be such a gulible believahead in light of reality crashing upon it.

     

    It is like you have built up your own fairytale world, but wholeheartedly believing it and walking around unknowing it is a huge mistake, yet in full confidence and even arrogance.

     

    The ‘Bliss of Ignorance of Abuse” is horrifying to realize. 

     

    I was shocked motionless, which is kinda like a ‘forced vipassana,’ and I literally just wanted to get inside my head and see what was up, where I had it so wrong.

     

    How nice to have a place that is safe and where folks will take care of you as you encounter the thoughts/beliefs of your mind.

     

    As I sat here day by day, I also had to try and maintain some semblence of normal, to cook, clean, and engage with my kids and husband.  The overlay of vipassana and normal life I would not recommend.  However, I do know you can do it.

     

    I also was Blessed with a caring husband, a working caring husband, and my children were old enough to take care of their needs, as long as I still took part in some of the mothering.  But even that I was replused from, for what kind of a mother was I, if I believed in nonsensical things? 

     

    My job was one day a week.  So I literally had all day long to vipassana, and then to quickly put together a meal, straighten up the house, and put on my ‘volunteer’ sticker and after that fall into bed.

     

    It was such a juxtaposition to do the vipassana all day and then be a normal mother/wife when they popped back in.

     

    But I do now believe that the ‘normal’ life added with vipassana kept me from going insane.

     

    My husband always always believed that I was strong enough to handle all of this, he never wavered not once.

     

    My life was perfectly set up to do this at home vipassana insight meditation, and it didn’t matter how I breathed or sat, but that I was intent on not being distracted.  In fact my daily distractions were what kept me with one hand on reality.

     

    I know that as he sits with nonsensical things floating around in his head, nonsensical things that terrorize his body, bring up huge amounts of anxiety, he is one brave soul.  And I am so grateful that he too will have the opportunity to be distracted taking care of somebody.  It gives you a purpose, it helps you begin to build up a new image, a new you.

     

    His heart is open wide, his intent is beyond reapproach, and is willingness of spirit brings admiration. 

     

    I am cheering you on….I know you can!

  • My words.

    Sometimes the ears we want to hear are not open. Sometimes the words we have to speak get stuck in our throats, sometimes we have to speak no matter what and sometimes become silent in knowing.

     

    I heard Oprah say that during Integration in the South, it was easier to overcome, because it was ignorance that directed the actions of the white, not hatred.

     

    Isn’t that interesting.

     

    I too feel the same way.  I guess if you are the one who feels the unfounded fears coming your way, you know the truth beyond their fears.  You know yourself.

     

    My family isn’t taking actions against me in hatred, but rather in ignorance.  They truly don’t know better.

     

    “Forgive them they know not what they do,” is a line that has kept me balanced. 

     

    It is so much easier to forgive ignorance.

     

    The forgiving is the easy part.  The desire to teach them, to open their eyes is like a thirst I can’t seem to quench.  I want so bad to stop the ignorance and all the suffering that tags along.

     

    They say, “Ignorance is bliss’ but not in this case.  It isn’t blissful to walk along amidst abuse, with a body and mind at battle, absent from your natural state.

     

    If I felt they were all rolling around in giggles with peace love and joy, I could walk away and let them be.   But even if they don’t outwardly show it, inside there is little peace.

    Peace is sometimes gotten from distractions, but it doesn’t tarry very long.  Love is something to grasp from another, not an item securely locked inside.  Joy comes in fleeting moments soon to slip away yet again. 

     

    Abused ignorance is not bliss.  It is hell we are taught to believe it isn’t. 

     

    How to reach them, teach them, nudge them into knowing, how to dispel years and years of fixed beliefs, how to rid them of anxiety that grows with leaps and bounds, how to save them from themselves?

     

    How to teach an unwilling student about a subject that all systems are programmed to run from, like turning around a magnet the resistance is so huge.

     

    Something within me desires to speak, to share my words, to continue to write about this, to make aware things they are unaware of, to continue to write in hopes that one day even one will have an ah ha moment.

     

    Words falling on deaf ears….does that make the words less truthful, less meaning full, less relevant?

     

    No wonder I could relate to Susan Boyle as being her opposite.  She opened her mouth and all took in her beautiful voice….It may be my words.

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  • Silence of our family.

    While pondering how my family didn’t like what they saw in me at the time of our discovery of my father being a pedophile, they didn’t seem to have the same adverse reaction to him.

     

    While I reacted viscerally to him and this new news, they seemed unaffected, meaning they treated him as before. 

     

    Yet they began to treat me differently.

     

    My father and I, it seems stood in the truth of who we were.  His role and then mine, and it seemed for some reason, they were not able to handle mine, but his.

     

    Isn’t it odd that they were able to bring him to counsel, to visit him in jail, to pay his defense fees, to give him a lighter sentence, to make sure his every need was taken care of in this new Light.

     

    But when it came to seeing me in a new light, no one even tried.  And here we are four and a half years later and ‘I can’t read your blog.’

     

    I am not asking them to escort me, to pay any money, to excuse my behavior, to take one step for me, but it is not something they want to do.  More repulsed by me!

     

    I just find this fascinating, how it reveals and sheds light on why abuse is able to prevail, for the families stand arm and arm with the perpetrator and let the victim walk alone.

     

    My mind has a hard time understanding how this works in their world.

     

    What I had felt at the time of his arrest, trial etc, was that way more attention is paid to the pedophile, and very little to the victim.  I know that I am not a victim of that trial, that I was too old, too many years have passed, I had nothing to contribute to his trial, but from my prospective the system is only catering to one side.

     

    Off balance in society and in families.

     

    I am not surprised that little children are silently suffering alone.  I am not surprised, for they too felt it viscerally to the depth of their beings; they were being left behind, because they were now changed.

     

    Two people are changed at the time the child speaks, two people are turned into something different, and in my experience, the child/victim is to blame, feels the responsibility in turning a so called normal man into a monster.

     

    In fact it is up to the child to ‘prove it’ they have to be strong enough to stand against a team of people that are daring you to expose the unthinkable.

     

    Even at my big age and size, it is daunting to sit in a place where they don’t want to hear your experience, and the hurt they project that we caused.

     

    Again, two people changed that day, and I was the worse of the two, I was one who they didn’t want to hear. 

     

    I know they will say, that I did not try, but I recall the phone calls where it seems I was going against the power of the Universe to convince them our father was a monster.

     

    Impossible task, and what I was really stating, I was not going to be the usual sister, I wasn’t going to be the usual daughter, the usual victim, and it was easier to assume his new change than mine.

     

    This will ride along with me today as I once again toss mail.

     

    I am harder to deal with than a pedophile, wow.

     

    We both turned and he was easier to be with……incredible!

     

    “In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.”   

               Martin Luther King.

  • A sad, but kinder me.

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    My facebook had a message today, my sister responded.

    She will not be reading my blog, ‘because that is your truth/your feelings and it is not about me.”

     

    She is correct.  Yet I find it interesting she is unwilling to read it.

     

    I am not sure what that means for our ‘broken’ relationship.

    How can we come together if one side will not listen to the other? 

     

    What I recall most from all my siblings is their defense, and maybe that is what they remember of me.

     

    It seemed that we were two teams.  I was a team of one.

     

    And maybe we all are supposed to be teams of one.

     

    It doesn’t seem like they are teams of one, but one big team standing together in agreement.

     

    Funny, I had thought they would be interested in reading why I walked away, that they would want to know.

     

    I wondered what would hurt more, them not reading or reading and not believing. 

     

    It is odd to be so visible, yet so hidden.

    To be so open, yet closed off.

     

    This just leaves me sitting in a weird spot.

     

    She says, “You havent wanted any contact with me, not the other way around.”  Yet she doesn’t see that when I invite her to my blog, to hear my view etc, she walks away.

    She doesn’t see her own actions, she doesn’t see herself turn away from me.  Just that I am doing something she doesn’t want to see.

     

    Interesting to see the two sides.

     

    She walks away and blames me.

    Incredible.

     

    No wonder I replied, “I have no words, none that you care to hear.” 

     

    The only way she would come back is if I were to change my words.

     

    I can’t.

     

    My authentic truthful self is one that makes them turn away.

     

    I knew this, but hadn’t put it in writing.

     

    My sister gave me that opportunity to know that it was not I who walked away, I simply faced them with my truth and they turned away.

     

    Wow, this is new knowledge to me, for I always held myself responsible for tossing aside a family.  I just didn’t see that they tossed me aside.  I felt it, I felt the undeniable abandonment, but it did seem like I was the one to blame.

     

    It seemed like a self inflicted wound.

     

    For four years I have held myself responsible for me walking away.  When all I was guilty of was speaking my truth, a truth that had them walking away.  I feel better in a odd way, that it wasn’t me that left them, they left me.

     

    Somehow I feel kinder about myself.

    A sad, but kinder me.

     

    “There are only two mistakes one can make along the road to truth; not going all the way, and not starting.”

               Buddha

  • ….walked as you.

    My sister sent a request on facebook a few days ago, a ‘friend request’ and I accepted it with some trepidation.

     

    I am not sure why she is stepping into my world after 4 years and I asked her that.  I also asked if she still holds on the to views of her last letter.

     

    So far there hasn’t been a response, perhaps my request is not one she is willing to answer.

     

    In life we are asked many requests and in the past I would jump in without first asking a few questions or testing the waters, if you asked, I jumped and usually asked how high!

     

    Now, I am much wiser and hold my heart in a place of value, I just don’t go walking into places that will hurt me.

     

    Her silence could mean many things, yet I am surprised that her eagerness to have me back seems to be on pause.

     

    What stopped her?  What made her stop her advancement?  What has her retreating or re-thinking….and she could be asking the same of me.

     

    I know why I am not eagerly walking forward to embrace this woman, my experience of her still rings in my ears. 

     

    I invited her to read my blog as a way to find out if our ideals match, to see if she still wanted to be my friend. 

     

    Where can the two of us meet, what common ground is there for us to stand upon?  Why does she now feel that she wants to be part of my life, and which part?

     

    What part of my life do you want to enter into?   You suggested that you love me, so which part?  And that you have hopes of all the sisters reuniting, what will we reunite?

     

    How can I unite with you, we seem such opposites.

     

    I have always felt that if a brother or sister walked towards me I would meet them half way and not turn around.

     

    I am standing here facing you, asking what it is you feel inside about me.  It is a fair request.

    What do you see in me?

     

    In order to love me, you have to know me.  You can’t just love what you dream of me to be.

     

    I am not a thought in your head about what a sister should do, could do, or would do; I am a live walking talking moving person.

     

    Do you know me outside of your dreams?

     

    If you want to enter into a relationship with me, I ask just for your truth, show me who you are.

     

    If you are reading the blog, go back to the beginning and read along, it will open your eyes as to who I am, and I will understand if you withdraw your request.

     

    It seems that I became the enemy, the other side, and I know that you will have to forsake all you have ever known to walk along with me.

     

    It is way too much to ask.

    It is and will always be up to you to be with me.

     

    I understand your silence.

    I am the monster you fear the most.

    I am reality.

     

    I am reality walking and doing free of dysfunction, an enemy of your mind, your thoughts and your beliefs, your love and your security.  I am the opposite of all you have even been.

     

    Your silence will be a signal that you are not wanting to be with me.  I understand.

     

    I know where you are sitting…. I sat there.

    I know what you are thinking, I thought there.

    I know where your loyalties lie, I was loyal too.

    I know you for I know me.

     

    I wish you peace with this decision.
    I wish you strength and courage.

     

    I walked free….so I know you can too.

    You are much braver than me!

     

    A sister, one who walked as you.

     

     

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  • Just a little spot.

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    This little spot we own.  The pond was dug about 18 years ago, the trailer arrived there this summer.  My husband and kids have been working on fixing up this place for a deer camp.  The girls are thinking this is a nice 'retreat' spot, picturing votive candles floating on the pond at night….the boys see the great buck coming by, I guess it will depend on who is staying there. 

  • An Artist Date.

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    A friend and I went for an early morning walk along a ski trail, with cameras in our hands looking to be inspired by nature.  I love the way they all crowd together, like not wanting to be left out.  I know that feeling well.  Yet sometimes the brave ones just sprout in their own glory, right in the middle of the road, almost daring you to step on or around them!

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    There is nothing like the healing energy that fills you up as you walk in the woods.  I am so peaceful there, surrounded by the power of the Universe.

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    The greatest Art Gallery in the world, we walk, live and breathe in!  I am inspired!

  • The shoes I wore were all for naught.

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    When I quoted my sister’s letter to me, and how in her own words, stated the way she wasn’t in denial, how she was front and center in my father’s life;

     

      “I have dealt with his probation officer and counselor.  He resides in my home.  He leaves the yard 4 times a month; his name/picture and my address are on the offenders list for protection of ALL others.  My son knows the truth, and my husband knows the truth, as well as his family and my friends.  DO NOT EVER dare say that I am in denial.  I care for him DESPITE all the horrific offenses he has committed in his lifetime.  He will die with me and you NEVER have to see him again.  I chose to forgive for MY SAKE and yet you judge…….What accountability do you take as a daughter?  How come you didn’t know the truth?  Why as one of the oldest did you not protect us?  Why JUST blame mom?” 

     

    Yesterday it occurred to me, it isn’t that she is in denial of who my father is, but she is denying herself actions on her part.  She is unable to move in a new way, to not be a daughter.

     

    She has seen him, but her only option is to stand in the relationship, it would never ever occur to her that this action from my father is a nudge (explosion) for her to go.

     

    The ‘application’ or the walk of denial is to continue on as though nothing has changed.  Meaning you still have to be a daughter, you still have to bring your love, your attention, your caring, your every thing, and he doesn’t have to lift a finger to warrant it.

     

    They cannot see the one-sidedness of their relationship.

     

    What I was so amazed by is their inability to not see him as a father who is a pedophile. But, Now I get that they did see him with this horrific offense, but what they failed to realize is that they held the consequence. 

     

    Their denial isn’t in who he is, but more in who they are.

     

    She can’t see that he gave up the right to have loving, caring daughters, the day he molested them.

     

    It isn’t us that need to work harder to become a better daughter, but he has to now start from square one and become a father.

     

    She thinks that if she can be a better daughter, than he will be a better father.  Impossible.

     

    She is in denial of her own self worth.

    She is in denial that she can walk out.

    She is in denial that she has the right to put up boundaries.

    She is in denial that she has to stay and be in a relationship with a man who molested her.

     

    It is shocking to me even, to see the application of denial.

     

    That it isn’t about seeing the damaged one, but instead to NOT SEE how you get to be a different person to them.

     

    I can literally see the denial at work, but she thinks that with staying in the game, rubbing shoulders and taking him to counseling sessions, by posting ‘warning’ signs in her yard, she is dealing correctly.

     

    Dealing correctly?

     

    She is only seeing one part of the deal.  She doesn’t see herself and how she is affected by his behavior, nor does she feel she has a choice.

     

    If she continues to only view her self as “his daughter” than she will continue to wear daughter shoes.

     

    In her letter, she writes, “What accountability do you take as a daughter?”

     

    In her world daughters have roles, daughters have rules, daughter comes before self.

     

    What I know to be true is that to the depth of her being, she feels that she must act and do as she is doing, that is what a good daughter would do.

     

    I lived in that locked up space, in the tight unmovable spot, I too used to believe that it was up to me to keep that family together, against all odds.

     

    Yet in the end, it wasn’t me who did.

     

    In the end, I tossed away my daughter shoes.

     

    I tossed away the shoes I wore to keep that family together, to keep it whole and loving.  Those shoes didn’t work.

     

    They were not magic shoes; they could not erase reality and build in its place a loving family.

     

    The shoes I wore were all for naught.

     

     

     

     

     

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