There is only one human race, but there are many small sprints or similar roads we travel and our travel companions often times are running silently with us, unbeknownst to either of us.
We feel alone and separated, when in fact our road is quite packed and overrun with folks of all ages.
As refugees of our own secret war we hide our battle scars, for it is not a war we are proud to be in, it is more like we are prisoners of this war.
Wartime prisoners walking free in chains of guilt and confused of who our real enemy is and fearful of those we love.
To frighten to speak of the war crimes, we soldier on in silence, while our behavior displays great cover-ups and covert actions.
Are we soldiers or are we prisoners?
Who are we fighting for, whose side are we on?
In the war of abuse the lines get fuzzy, our enemy lines are blurred by images of father, uncle, brother, sister, mother.
The enemy looks and sounds too familiar. We can’t tell ‘friendly’ fire from those of our enemies.
The war against abuse becomes the war against the family, a family’s civil war.
This family civil war begins when a parent abuses a child or allows a child’s abuse to go untreated. The family home then becomes a war zone, where you’re living with the enemy, a prisoner of war.
The war has been waging for generations and many lifetimes…and yet we feel that we are the ones who start the war by speaking of it, when if fact we are trying to end it.
Ending this war means ending the ‘family’ as it stands.
The insanity of it all, is what they call family is really a civil war, where children are born prisoners and in order to be free, have to leave the family.
I am not sure I can articulate this correctly, but we are born into the land of the enemies and we are supporting a war machine while being the land it occupies.
It is like we are on the team of our enemies fighting against ourselves.
And to me, the reality of this was the beginning of an out and out war, for as long as I was a silent and well-behaved prisoner of war, a family’s image remained intact and the monster remained behind the façade of father.
The near impossible task is to see the enemy of the family’s civil war, to feel the love evaporate, the trust turn to fear, and face that you lived in the middle of enemy territory.
The refugees of this war come stumbling out of their families…lost, confused and alone or in the company of siblings in the same condition. In order to win the war, we’ll have to fight against the family, become its enemy.
What is seen, as a family civil war is actually the war against abusive behavior, is a fight for the innocent children, a battle to begin healing from criminal acts in childhood.
For all the new refugees and soldiers who have switched sides, I applaud you and your bravery and courage to stand up against enemies.
The good news is that you have been fighting to keep a monster in power, and now you are fighting to take him down and all the energy, strength and endurance you have used to live within enemy camp can now be used against him/her.
The family civil war can only be won in tearing the family apart and display it as it is, a pedophile’s nest.
I M Perfect lady 