Saturday, August 11, 2018

There is one thing that can be considered a privilege of being a survivor. A survivor has the unique ability to be able to reach out to others and I say "I've been there". It is so easy for those who have not seen the evil face of abuse to say "Get Over It" because they truly cannot comprehend that level of betrayal and pain. And yet, one thing I know is true of survivors.   Though not one of them, would wish their experiences on ANYONE, their deepest desire is to be UNDERSTOOD. 




Someone once used the Apostle Paul as an example of letting go of the past and getting on with the call upon my life as a believer. "If he can be forgiven his sins and leave them in the past, then so can you" were the words used to connect my circumstances to that of the Author of much of the New Testament. The person trying to encourage me did not realize that they were actually comparing a man guilty of heading the persecution of the early Christian church to one, who was more like one of his victims.




Even Cory Ten Boom would have been the more appropriate comparison; when she forgave one of her former Nazi captors. That comparison would have left me empowered to do as Christ and eventually Paul did and forgive those who hurt me as an innocent helpless child. But, that is not the example I was given. Therefore, like many other survivors, I took responsibility for my own suffering and every sin that came after with debilitating guilt and self-hatred.


The important take away here is to always be cautious before you judge the behaviors of others and especially victims regardless of their specific form of trauma.  Whether you are dealing with a survivor of multiple types of child abuse, a service member (Military or Civil) with PTSD, a former cult member, a victim of violent crime or rape you should attempt to understand before you make an uneducated presumption.  This statement may seem a bit strong, possibly even harsh. However, it is coming from a survivor of a multitude of traumas due to the unfortunate result of traumatic bleed over.  Many survivors end up with extensive vulnerabilities making them prone to seemingly reckless even self-destructive patterns in their post-trauma lives.


The greater sadness is that this common thread is also found in the children of survivors which inevitably creates a vicious cycle of trauma. For the survivor, this is an unforgivable sin.  We have all at one time or another made that promise to ourselves of "I'll never treat my children the way I was treated."  Then we have found ourselves doing those exact same things or saying the same exact words that cut us so deeply as children to our own kids.  Queue the intense self-loathing and spiral of depression. I have never met an abuse survivor who didn't want to break the cycle of abuse. The only problem was none of us knew how.


One way is through extensive therapeutic treatment.  But, more importantly, committing ourselves to the effort of learning new and positive coping skills. The next is to own our history and be willing to be the living example to others like us who have suffered the effects of trauma. Though being that vulnerable to others may seem like a daunting task, it is also the one choice, with the greatest potential for mutual benefit. 


When I first was diagnosed with my dissociative disorder, the clinicians were quick to say that is was not incurable.  However, when I asked if they could introduce me to someone who had been "cured" their response was heartbreaking.  There were books and websites that could enlighten me but not an actual person who could look me in the eye and say " I did it, you can too ".   In the midst of that moment, I knew that I never wanted another survivor to feel the hopelessness their words had left me with. I had no real idea of what that meant at the time but I knew I wanted to be that person to someone, even if it were for only one survivor it would be worth it.


At one point in my treatment, my therapist brought in a former patient to give me the hope of healing that I had so longed for.  Meeting this woman, gave me evidence of healing and restoration that I had previously thought unattainable.  If she had not been willing to be used as an actual physical representation of the ultimate goal, I might have chosen to give up on my quest.  Thankfully, this precious young lady was not only willing to be vulnerable to me but has become a dear friend and encourager. A few years later, I was able to do the same for someone else. It was one of the most powerfully rewarding moments of my life.  That experience has given my life is a purpose that I would have never imagined before.


My ultimate encouragement to anyone reading this blog is to embrace the fact that all our experiences and suffering does not have to be meaningless. We, as survivors, have a distinct opportunity not only to overcome the effects of trauma but also reach back and lift others out of the deep quagmire of cyclical mental, emotional, spiritual and yes, even physical illness. I hope you will join me and become the very inspiration you needed yourself, for someone else. 








Tuesday, July 10, 2012

You May Never Know The Inspiration You Are



Recently, I read an post by Tyler Perry celebrating his twenty year anniversary in show business and was deeply moved from my stagnation.



"Today I celebrate my 20th anniversary in show business. It’s been an amazing journey, one that I will detail in my autobiography one day. You would be surprised, inspired, angry and blown away with what I've endured to be here, but until then I’d like to share a little inspiration with you. So many times we think that because one thing didn’t go as planned we should give up on it. So many people leave their dreams dying on the floor, gasping for air because it didn’t work out the first time. Be it marriage, business, children, faith, whatever your dream is, you can't give up because it didn’t go as planned. If I had walked away because it didn’t work you wouldn’t be reading this. I had to keep moving. Yes, there were setbacks. Yes, it was difficult, but I got to see my dreams come to pass because I never stopped moving forward, I never stopped praying and most of all I never stopped believing. DON’T STOP BELIEVING!!!! PLEASE DON’T STOP BELIEVING!!! Say this to yourself out loud right now: “DON’T STOP BELIEVING”, and repeat it to yourself whenever you doubt that you can make it." Tyler Perry



I finally realized; I only have a finite amount of time here to complete my purpose and I have even grown tired of my own excuses for not moving towards it. I may never know the fame or reach of Mr. Perry but I do believe that he and I share a common experience that was meant to bring awareness and light to those imprisoned by the veiled cloak over the reality of child abuse.  

Jesus said in  John 8:32 " That you will know the truth and the truth would set you free", but he never said it would be a bloody mess.

So, I will stand up and I will share my truth. And know that just as Jesus was beaten and despised I may be as well but I will have come full circle and fulfilled God's Purpose for me. 

Sunday, September 27, 2009

To Love Or Not To Love Whether We Agree Or Not

I am learning that loving someone doesn't mean you must agree with them in every area of life. Because love is not based on like mindedness, commonality, or agreement. It is based on a divine gift given human beings by our Creator. It is the ability to love someone or something because we choose to; not because they deserve it, have earned it, or require it. It is simply a choice.

Throughout my lifetime, I have been blessed to love and be loved by more than my share of family and friends and I find that I rarely agree with many of them on different issues of this life. For the longest time I believed that if I disagreed with someone I loved, it meant our love was not real or as strong it should be. That mindset left me with much unnecessary turmoil and conflict in certain relationships.

Recently, I received a letter from a loved one that I totally disagreed with. For quite a few days I really struggled with what that meant about my relationship with that individual. I finally came to a place of decision and realized something very interesting. The fact that we disagree wasn't effecting our care for one another but rather that I was making that disagreement mean something about the validity of the love we share. I truly thought that I had to do something to restore my devotion to this person or admit my lack of love for them.

As the days wore on, I continued to torture myself over this painful realization. Finally, it occurred to me that if one of us were to die that night, the sum of our relationship would not be based on if we agreed on certain subjects but instead on the fact that even in our disagreements we truly love one another because we chose to. We loved each other just as God chooses to continue to love us whether we deserve it or not. God's depth of love is evident in this; " God demonstrates His own love for us in this: That while we were still sinners Christ died for us." Rom.5:8

I continue to love because God continues to love me and if He can love me as I am, then who am I, to choose not to love another person regardless of their views and opinions. This may sound a bit simplistic to some but for someone who has been abused, another survivor's insights can deeply impact further healing in the journey of complete restoration. That is my greatest hope as I write these words even now. May your week be blessed with reminders of the loves you have known in your life and what a privilege it is to choose to love as God loves us.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Jesus, Please Just Hold Me A While

When I get a little scattered and can't seem to collect myself, I can only ask My Best Friend To Sit with me and hold me while I gather the fragments and put them into place. Some days I don't get a hold of every loose piece, but His holding me seems to knit them all back together in a workable way. Today is just one of those precious days when I find myself resting in His arms while He makes me whole again.

Sunday, November 9, 2008

When I Can't Write, I Draw

When I first got into therapy, my docs figured out early on that I could hide a great deal in my writing. So, they took my journals from me and gave me instead a drawing pad and pencils. I was so incredibly frustrated not because I couldn't draw, but for the simple reason I didn't know how to mask my true feelings in a drawing.


But like any good patient I did my assignments and drew. My drawings have a certain quality to them that make them clearly mine. I continued to humor my therapists concerning their take on my situation (my "DIAGNOSIS"), until I found in my drawing a pad a picture that was undoubtedly mine, but I didn't remember drawing it. It also had a younger quality to it, very similar to my drawings in my early teens.


I was officially freaked out. Not to mention, extremely irritated with the smug arrogance of my care givers. I had always hated " I told you so " attitudes. Just because this big thing had occurred for me that I couldn't explain away didn't give them the right to gloat about their accuracy in diagnosing the new girl.


Soon I was drawing constantly. I think I was trying to practice enough to where I could control what came out in the therapeutic pieces. However, I had no such luck. Truthfully, it was probably the best way for me to truly discover for myself the validity of my pain and despair. I drew for a number of years fairly consistently. I actually had a showing at a local art gallery. Some of my pieces are in a rape crisis center, and a few counseling offices.


I don't draw nearly as often as I'd like and probably should but when I find my self unable to write, drawing always pulls the truth forth from within me. So, if journaling is difficult for you or you're having a hard time putting it into words; maybe you should try drawing, painting, sculpting, whatever creative way you can get it out. It worked for me and for some other friends I've made over the years. Survivor Art offers some of the most powerful glimpses into our world's reality. It isn't easy and rarely is it fun, but if done with a strong support system it can open up a whole in experience in dealing with your issues.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Trying Times And Times Of Trying


When I considered writing my own blog, it felt somehow narcissistic for me. I had read many blogs written by others and not felt that way about theirs but I seemed to hold it differently when it came to my own writing. Whether it would be the daily diary styling of TVs Doogie Houser or a safe place to vent the warrings of my soul, I couldn't decide, but I knew for certain that I wanted it to be real.

Ever since I can remember, I have been so guarded with my words whether spoken or written that it is difficult to communicate in complete sentences without fear of hurting someone else. So, I tend to stop and stammer quite a bit when I talk. It can be extremely frustrating for those trying to converse with me, as it is also for me to fully communicate with them. Writing is the easiest way for me to get it all out and control what is said.

Like many other survivors of childhood abuse, I have great difficulty saying all of what is so. Keeping secrets, telling half truths, and protecting those I love from the full truth and any possible responsibility has been my ultimate communication course. I learned my part so well that I actually became the keeper of the secret truths. Though the truth may set you free; it still can create intense pain in the process. So, in order to spare others pain I keep these truths from them.

In trying times, I usually avoid certain loved ones as much for their sake as for my own. Of course, some may simply see me as a coward, but after many failed attempts to help them understand, they just don't. There is little point including others in a reality they can't accept or deal with. Though, I wish it were different.

God alone knows how I have tried to break the cycle of deceit but time and again it has been turned on me. So, I love them from a distance and pray that God will help them see me through His eyes. Because He witnesses everything that occurs between his children and He knows the full truth and can be trusted not to hurt me with it. So once again in trying times, I'm practicing times of trying to be real and let Him sort it all out as He sees fit.