Tag: neglect

  • Back to Peace.

    “I am responsible, but not in control!” 

     

    Isn’t that an oxymoron?  How can you be responsible for something you don’t control?

     

    That is what happens when you feel responsible for another’s behavior or action or inaction even.  You feel responsible, yet unable to control them!

     

    As a little girl in my childhood home, this is exactly how I felt, that I was responsible yet not in control. 

     

    It is like being responsible to stop a waterfall half way down, knowing those who will get hurt below as the water falls from above, yet unable to stop it.

     

    The parents at the top keep dumping stuff over the falls, and it rains upon us all.  Instead of being down on the bottom, I stood mid way, trying to stop the rain!

     

    As a child and then an adult child I carried this hopeless responsibility and made it my life’s work.

     

    This job was so time consuming, it kept me from my own life, but firmly into yours racing between your behavior and the affects.

     

    Since it never really stopped the abuse and neglect, this midway kinda sorta life I lived was all for naught.

     

    The only way you can stop abuse from raining down is to stop the man at the top of the falls, or get the children out of the way.

     

    Neither happened in our family.

     

    Somehow the children in the falls believe it is their responsibility to stop the top, to work harder, be better, do better so this bad behavior wouldn’t fall down upon them.

     

    Little do they know they are not the cause, just the ones who get rained upon, the residual collateral damage.

     

    This collateral damage then sets forth in life trying to control things that are impossible to control and giving responsibility for their happiness to others.

     

    A life set in motion without control, just like a flimsy doll in the rush of Niagara Falls.

     

    It is only when you can separate this all out and put control and responsibility where it belongs do the falls turn into a millpond.

     

    A millpond, which emotions pass through, ripples arise now and again, and settle back to peace.

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  • Just me.

    When Oprah did the interviews with the Sexual Predators, her main intentions was to sit in a nonjudgmental space where they could tell their side. 

     

    In doing so, she was able to hear why and how, and then for those of us who were abused in the audience, we could see we were targeted, groomed, lured and sought after, and it set us free.

     

    She also spoke of the child who had to take care of her self, and how if she looked in the window of her childhood home, she would see herself alone. This is what the predators see, NO one is there watching the child.

     

    What is so sad about this is the child is seeking someone to take care of them, and in pops this sexual predator and gives them the attention they crave. 

     

    We want someone to take care of us, make us feel special and they do, but with the ultimate goal of abuse.

     

    It occurred to me today in yoga, is that the little girl who was so not seen, is still seeking to be seen.  Just see me.

     

    See me.

     

    See me hurt, see me lost, see me confused, see me broken, see me and help me, or see me helping me, fixing me, doing good for me, just see me, and acknowledge me.

     

    I turned into this seeking device.

     

    Forever seeking attention, seeking help, seeking love, seeking safety, seeking comfort, seeking peace, seeking, seeking, seeking, I am so tired of seeking.

     

    To feel the uselessness of waiting this long, to once again have to be strong enough to take care of myself, leaves you breathless and weak, yet strong.

     

    As tears flowed once again, it felt like I was once again left alone to heal, that no one on the outside could help, even if they wanted to.

     

    It was up to me.

     

    I had to be with me. 

    To be with me for me alone, not for someone else’s approval.

    Just do me for me.

     

    It was up to me once again to be with myself to not wait for the other to make me feel good, or to be proud, to heal my wounds, or myself and that I am the one I was waiting for.

     

    I was waiting for me to be with me, to not make excuses, be too busy, to this or to that.

     

    By doing this yoga challenge for 60 days, it is making me pay attention to me each day; I am giving me what I needed the most, me.

     

    A me that is good enough, I am good enough alone, just me.