
Change of mind, change of heart


“inconvenient” time. Maybe we have a pile of work to get through. We have conflicting appointments; values; perception of what is important to us; or we just plain do not want to do it at this time…or ever.
Because of changes at work, I have been working a lot of hours. Now, the blog is back. Thanks for waiting.
Today, I received an email with “child abusee” in the subject line. This did not set well with me. I felt upset. As I read the email, it was about an opportunity to join an organization.
I do not see myself as an “abusee” anymore. I have fought my way to be empowered, to move out of a victim state into someone who has recovered. To be categorized as a person who was overpowered by an adult that I am still in that position is sad. On a side note, I am guessing that person may not have meant it that way.
As I am listening to Rachel Platten’s “Fight Song,” I identify with that song. I have been working for and through my recovery. I do want to shout from the treetops that I am a whole person who has overcome a lot of adversity. When we survivors of child sexual abuse have been in a victimized place in our formative years, I cannot believe we would want to stay in that place, a place of little to no options. A place of someone else deciding what is “best” for us. Negating what we want and need.
Last week, I was talking with my social media person about a similar vein. She commented about people who make a profit off of someone else’s misery. So true. Bless the therapists, counselors, support groups, friends and others who lift up and help support moving on with a life worth living.
It takes a lot of courage and some flexibility to be able to move forward, to move away slowly from defining our lives based on abuse to allowing ourselves to become something much more. Even though the abuse shaped my life, it no longer holds me prisoner. I discovered that as long as I was in that previous state, I would be bumping up against those walls, and in a way, it was a continuation of my parents still controlling my life. My decisions would be based on my limited life experiences, not on what my possibilities and options are now.
There are two books that helped me the most in turning my life in another direction. “Co-Dependent No More” by Melody Beattie and “Excuse me, your life is waiting” by Lynn Grabhorn. The first showed me how I wasn’t crazy (or that crazy at the time). The second one refocused my life on what I CAN do, not what I cannot do. It is so much easier to look at what we cannot do. Every day, no matter how depressed and despondent I was, I would try to do something that moved my life forward, even if it was just doing the dishes and making the bed. It gave me purpose and to know that I wasn’t falling so far down in a black hole I could not get out, let alone see daylight. Each gave me opportunities to move out from living in a victim state.
When I teach my classes, it is about being in charge of our lives, to make choices that allow us to decide what is best.
On October 22 and 23, I am teaching two classes: Blaming, shaming, guilt, judging and making excuses: Spiritual Roadblocks and Who are we: Labels that define us, at the Women’s Spirituality Conference in Mankato MN. Please check it out.
Lately, I have been meeting more people who are opening up to me about their painful childhood sexual abuse experiences. The pain and shame they are carrying takes a toll on the quality of life. It came to me for a lot of us, it is torture. Somehow the concept of torture gives me the shakes. I think of torture as beatings, lashings and other humiliating, spirit-breaking directed toward another’ of trying to force sensitive information out of the enemy. A power-based intimidation so the other person will crack and give up what they know, or supposedly know. The definition of torture is the act of causing severe physical pain as a form of punishment or as a way to force someone to do or say something and something that causes mental or physical suffering; a very painful or unpleasant experience. Isn’t sexual abuse that painful?
Then I thought of how child sexual abuse can be a form of torture. When it is ongoing and systematically done, the level of internal destruction is quite great. Somehow, it is the inflictor who turns the table by having the person on the receiving end to carry the blame, shame and guilt. After assaulted, we are tossed away until the next time when that person wants or needs something from us, repeating the cycle. Systematically beating us down, stealing our will, so we will just comply. That threat is very real to us. It can be a cycle of how we feel about ourselves in our adult life. We can believe how worthless we are and be in situations where we continue to play that out. The consequences of torture reach far beyond immediate pain. Many victims suffer from post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), which includes symptoms such as flashbacks (or intrusive thoughts), severe anxiety, nightmares, depression and memory lapses. (What is torture? – Effects of torture; http://www.irct.org/…tort…International Rehabilitation Council for Torture Victims.)
These are parallel results. I wonder if people have more empathy for those who are subjected to torture we hear on television occurring in other countries, the wars being waged. What about the war we experience in our own homes, or in other “secret” places against us? It is challenging to fathom how adults can do that to boys and girls. The topic is so uncomfortable. I have heard from some people that I just need to get over it, forget about it, the past is in the past. Would someone say the same thing to someone who experienced torture? I would like to think not. We need to give ourselves the time, attention and love to feel safe in the world and be free from that tyranny we have been subjected to.
Spirit-breaking affects our sense of self, our self-esteem, our dignity, our views of who we are and who we end up becoming from the results of the inflicted pain. It initially can destroy us. Without dignity and relevance, it leaves the welcome mat out for us to be debased and abused more. I do not know the answer to any of this. Maybe it will be to speak our truth. How this has affected us and that we do not just get over it when we hit the magic age of 18. It is a lifelong process to healing and recreating our lives. Not necessarily the ones we wish we had. It is incorporating what has happened and how it shaped our direction as we move to another place where we can finally feel and be okay. Whenever and wherever that is. Every path is different with surprising outcomes.
What Jerry (group co-facilitator) and I see when we do a support group on Thursday evenings in Minneapolis, we see the courage, strength, emotion and drive to find that winding path through the intensity and enormity of our childhood pain, confusion and powerlessness toward gaining our own sense of self, coming out of our guarded shells to experience life on the outside. For Jerry and me, it is an amazing process and an honor to be among this group.
So if you haven’t explored a group, I encourage you to do so. There is camaraderie, heartfelt support, love, friendship, encouragement, non-judgment sharing and tactful challenges. If one doesn’t fit, try another one until you find one that does. Finding others who have this experience can lessen the isolation. We all get to have as many chances as we can to live our best life and not give any more energy to those who have tried to steal it.
did not, either. There was a wrestling match going on in my head. He hated how I was feeling controlled and yet I wanted to control him. My history played a huge part in that, those old fears and anger, that imbalance of power. That intense hatred seemed to consume me. Through the push-pull about control, I decided that I did not have the energy to control two lives, just one. If I continued to try to control his, which meant that he would control mine. That did not sit well because I disliked being controlled since my life had been under the control of my parents. I took a chance and decided that I wanted to be in charge of my own life and let go of that control of him. Afterwards, I felt a peaceful feeling and the tension lessening. That intense hatred was poisoning me. I also decided to stop hating – anyone. It is a poison that kept me sick.
Taking charge of your own life will help move out of that victim-victimizer role that is time and energy-sucking. It is akin to giving all my money to someone else then complaining how broke I am. It can keep us in our own prison, limiting our options. By redirecting that energy, piece by piece, bit by bit, back to us, we can become more fulfilled and happier. We reclaim and discover our passions and purpose.
If we believe we can only get when we take, take, take at the expense of someone else or even if we feel we need to cede our own needs and wants, we truly do not get fulfilled. We will wonder if there are strings attached or whether that “gift” really is given freely or can be snatched away. Is it temporary or a long-term thing? It can be that taking what we want or need is more sport than a gift. The thrill of getting something out of someone because power was involved or the belief is that it is owed to us. After all, we paid a price for living like that and we will damn sure not go without anymore. We can even decide not to have much of anything that is important to us as it could be taken away anyway. Feels like a roller coaster hamster wheel, re-creating that cycle. This belief cycle left me exhausted. I did not trust any gift giver, their motivations anyway, so why bother.
To move out of this victim-victimizer place and the imbalance of power, it takes practice and mindfulness. When we are in that imbalance of power, we can feel powerless. It teeter totters. Starting with becoming in charge of something in your life (not other people FYI), is a good place to start. Instead of controlling other people or events, take back your own life.
kes fright, it is a scramble to get our needs met for all involved. Operating out of a deficit, people try to grab all the stuff they can so they feel filled and fulfilled, usually at the expense of other people. There is not enough or never enough mentality. One wins, the other loses.
overwhelming and we just do not know where to even begin. Shuffling one piece to another place, then to another place seems so fruitless, we want to just give up and shut down. In a cartoon way, we halfway expect those humongous piles to come to life overpowering us and even swallowing us up. There may be times we feel we cannot even breathe because our space has become so constricted.
our living conditions, today, I did not want to be in that position again. I have choices. That past can be in control of our purse or wallet.
hear our stories, our history, those events, whether they occur in therapy, group, a spiritual context, a friend, it can not only provide context to why, this can also help to set us free from that shame and guilt we have carried around for years. That sack is very heavy and we become weary. Our past can weigh us down and it will show. There is hope that someone will celebrate our achievements to still be standing and alive.