Hello world. The following was written 1/25/2014.
I came across this as I was sorting files and cleaning up some folders tonight. It brought into focus where I have been and where I am at now. That a miracle happened the day I realized nothing has ever gone wrong.
“I seem to have a problem. A very deep seated, ugly problem that doesn’t want to go away, type of problem. It seems I have been conditioned to be terrified of ever asking for or reaching out for help from anyone for anything or accepting any kind of direction from another person regarding my path in life. Growing up it seemed that when I asked or reached out for help it came with punishments and thoughtless comments with shows of annoyance then told I imagined it, made it up, was lying followed with violence and very real threats of death.
As I got older this pattern continued reaching me even through my peers. The comments got harsher. The tempers shorter. My abusers more daring. My fear greater. Finding myself backed into a corner, I learned I had to conform and accept everything being done to me and told to me as my own fault and their words were the Truth, or be punished with violence for not accepting what they were dictating to me. It felt like I deserved to be kicked, beaten, molested, raped, and locked in a closet for hours tied up and that I asked for it all. I invited all of it onto myself. It made me feel like I am dirty, used, unclean, unworthy to be loved by anyone, a burden to be gotten rid of, to stupid to ever learn anything, useless. Yeah, I heard it all and most of it while growing up.
It seemed to my young mind any time I reached out for help my hand was slapped. Then it was grabbed and the beatings to my body, mind and Soul would begin again with their voices screaming at me, “It’s all in your head. You’re just imagining it. You’re making it up. You’re not thinking right. What’s wrong with you? How could you let them touch you? I’m disgusted with you! You must have asked for it! You initiated it all didn’t you? You’re a slut! Whore! You know you asked for this. This is going to hurt me more then it hurts you.” Then the looks and the whispers. The sudden silences when I would come into a room. Feeling unwanted and even worse repulsed by those I loved.
The doctors, counselors, therapists, law enforcement, ALL THE ADULTS had the same theme it seemed. I tell them what has happened or is happening. They ask questions and I answer them. Then the judgements and opinions start coming. Always stated as a fact and I am supposed to agree with them all. I am labeled. I now have a “file”. I am now ostracized and singled out so treated differently.
At fourteen I had enough. I fought back against my attacker. I told and stood my ground. I pressed charges and had my day in court. I followed my heart and fiercely told the “adults” that I did nothing wrong. That I did not ask for what happened to me and that I did not ask for their opinions and judgments.”
As I reread my own words it feels like many life times ago that I was that child crying and screaming for death as a release from what I was experiencing outside of me and within me. How much I have come to understand and comprehend of the training I was put through. The training all my brothers have been put through. Seeing the way out of the nightmare I was taught to think and believe was my own. The nightmare that had been taught to me.”
Blessings on your journeys my brothers. Hugs and love. You are loved. I love you.