Repost: from AskMoxie.com

I’ve been reposting a lot lately, maybe I don’t have anything original to say.  I have been in such a funk that I am looking outside for things that will give me more resources.  I feel very depleted.  I am seriously facing down some demons right now (I never asked for any of my exorcisms but maybe I could use one now).  There has been a lot about rape in the news lately, which is good.  It needs to be talked about.  We very much live in a rape culture and having been through three sexual assault experiences, the conversation, although good is – very triggering for me. I suspect many others are feeling the same way.

Read this, seriously.  A Letter To My Sons About Stopping Rape

When I was younger the forms of defense I remember being taught were these: scream, pray, tell them you are Christian, show them your wedding ring if you are married, wear a whistle, etc.  I remember being told that people did it when possessed and that praying in tongues and trying to cast out the demons would be a good way.  And to stay out of alleys.

We have to teach all children that they get to have and need to respect other people’s boundaries.  We have to teach that no and stop are sacred words.  We need to teach them that if someone is too altered to say yes, that is an automatic no.  We need to tell them to honor themselves and others and to bring that mindfulness into their social circles.  We have to model good boundaries too, having them hug and kiss people they don’t want to is an awful thing.  They should be taught to trust their intuition and physical boundaries.

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I’m trying to make peace with and space for my gray area.  I’m trying to figure out what to do and where to go next and how to pay for it.  Life wasn’t easier when there was a rule for everything, but it was more clear.

I’m trying to figure out how to live well and work on the things that I need to and stay consistent.

Right now the focus is money and weight management.  I have plans and goals for working on both and I hope it works.  But I feel really wonky and depressed.  It could be the detox, it could be the impending hormonal fluctuation, it could also be that I am living with someone I love dearly and am separating from.

I really don’t want to separate, but it’s the right thing for now.  No matter what happens with this dear relationship, I still want to grow and be self sustaining.  I am so grateful that I had the huge gift of being with someone who supported me in a lot of ways, while I was going through a pivotal reconnoitering.  His emotional, mental and financial generosity has been a deep well and I have to learn how to stand on my two feet again.

I feel like the biggest fool and ingrate in so many ways, I think that standing on my own two feet is the right thing no matter what.  I regret that I felt that I had to be alone to do it.  But, that is my journey as what happens next happens.

 

destinations

Being emotionally goal oriented is stupid.  Being mindful is hard.

Let me set a stage for you.  A female child walks into a room.  She knows that everyone in the room loves her.  She knows that everyone in the room can easily harm her physically or betray her, which would lead to more physical harm.

This child has to become good at quickly assessing risk.  She learns to smell who is in a bad mood and needs to be appeased.  She learns to sense when someone is irritable and needs a clever joke, a hug, a song or a dance.

She becomes hyper vigilant to survive.  There is someone always needing something.  She is taught to serve and ensure that everyone is appeased before she can relax and she is terrified that if she relaxes someone else can come in the room and be upset which will make all of her work invalid.

She is in such a stressful situation for her entire life that the part of her brain that tells her that she is safe never fully develops.  The neural connections have chosen to make other paths.  They decide to build up the fight, flight or freeze sections, because they are the ones getting used.

This child grows up and can barely tell the difference between her anxiety and her intuition.  She can know what you need, but not what she needs.  She realizes that she doesn’t actually know what people need and these survival habits turn into manipulations.  She gives what she thinks people need, because slowing down and asking them is vulnerable.  What if they need nothing or to be left alone?  What if their needs have nothing to do with you?  What is she supposed to do then?  She’s still running from the fear of pending pain and betrayal.  She feels like she better do something or something bad will happen.  Relaxation is not safe.

The only power she had growing up was in learning how to appease. As an adult, it turns into a need for control through manipulation, stemming from what seems the best intentions.  Her tool has become a weapon and she’s so busy swinging it around to make sure that she’s safe that she is unconsciously hitting people with this weapon.  She leaves damage.

I walked into a giant metaphorical mirror today.  It hurt.  Because there are places I want to go and be, finding out that I am try to pull strings and manipulate my way there is very painful.  Trying to force and cling to a desire or an outcome makes it flee.

It’s so hard to be mindful when you never feel like you’ve had the luxury to sit still.  Being mindful slows you down and makes your actions, words and feelings be present.  Being in the present helps you take the next right action.  Taking the next right action, leads you down the right path.

Seeing the end of a path and walking straight through and burning down every perceived obstacle seems to be my default style.  This is not an effective style for the person I want to be in the world.

Mindfulness is so painful and slow.  You see so much, you have to process so much, you have to care, weigh and balance so much.  Through mindfulness you can be who you want to be based on strong foundation and values.  Things bloom from mindfulness.

I wish my very scared lizard brain would start knowing that it is safe so that I can practice more mindfulness.

Because my boots are a bit singed on the bottoms.  Need to slow down, breathe, feel safe and nurture myself.  I’m so tired of running and fixing, would like to do some being now.  How can I do that and feel safe?

Saw a post on FaceBook and it inspired me…

“Goals are like magnets.  They’ll attract the things that make them come true.”  -Tony Robbins… (whoever that guy is).

Sometimes I think everything in my life is going so perfectly.  Then the carpet I am walking over is threadbare and I fall down this hole of issues.  All of a sudden, a bunch of problems in my life and my relationship just show up at the bottom of the hole.

I am in said hole.  I thought everything was fine.  Dare I say perfect?  It was amazing and exactly what I wanted.  Now I have doubt and fear.  I had a good conversation with an ex about my relationship patterns.  He said that part of my PTSD is that it makes me feel like everything is so doomed.  Waiting for the other shoe to drop.  But the sky is not full of shoes.  So I get a very tall ladder and precariously perch up shoes and anvils to drop on my head.

The I get the tunnel vision, the vision of how everything is bad, awful and doomed.  I will never be happy again.  And I can’t see that “this is hard” or “we need to work on this”.  Oh no, it’s I have done something wrong and I am being punished and I am such a fuckup that everything I touches goes away.

Then the frickin brainwashing comes into play.  A lot of it is from society and the gender roles we are taught.  But also growing up wearing a head covering and being told that we are indeed less than and must always be submissive… that brainwashing goes straight into my head.

So I go into the mode of “what do I have to do to make everything ok”?  How do I make the man happy…. Now this man has been god, the pastor, dad, teachers, bosses, boyfriends, husband, etc…  But I turn into a weepy girlbot and completely sabotage myself.

I forget that I am a thundering Leo who can wear a room.  I forget that I can speak to hundreds of people in a room and emotionally connect them.  I forget that I am strong and powerful and amazing.  No, I go straight to the “fact” rather the “brainwashing” that I need to do, say, cook, clean, perform the magical task that makes everything ok.

So, if “Goals are like magnets.  They’ll attract the things that make them come true.” -Quoted from that guy up top…

What are my goals right now?

  1. Get grounded
  2. Remember me
  3. Figure out what I want in the world and in my relationships
  4. Figure out if the options as I see them are true.
  5. Stretch, dance, move
  6. Be me so that the universal particles that are attracted to me know where to go.
  7. Hold my boundaries
  8. Love completely.
  9. Leave enough space for closeness.
  10. Don’t run away and burn stuff down.

Getting back to me is hard.  Sometimes it’s really hard to remember how to be free, powerful and happy.

Here’s to trying…

apart

This is going into the second week of E being gone.  So, I am doing things!  Changing my food, quitting caffeine, reconnoitering my business and changing everything.  Maybe that will be a good distraction from the ache I feel, constantly.

I am officially pining.  Letters and cards are traveling from the East coast to the West.  I take care of the cats who will never have enough snuggles in the world.

Meanwhile, I have not struggled with many of the things that I have struggled with on my own.  I am grateful for the growth I see.  I have made many good decisions.  Except yesterday, where I may have jumped into a acquaintanceship that I was not quite ready for.  I want to please everyone and it sure seemed like the right thing to do.  Maybe it seemed like it was the right thing because it would make things easier and make other people happy.

Looks to be another hard day.  I’ve been trying to get the dancing started, but there seem to be things getting in the way.  It seems like I made grand gestures, feel vulnerable and scared and then run away.  I can see this pattern in about every area of my life.

 

Musings of a 37 year old

I had a great 37th birthday thanks to my darling fiance, family and friends.

Right now, E & I are planning our wedding.  Because we don’t have an excess of funds and are simultaneously paying off debt, we want to make sure it is planned so that we can save up monthly.  In order to make it all happen as we hope.  It is very exciting.

This will be my third marriage.  One month after I turned 20, I married a very great and sweet guy.  We were married for two years to the day, we broke up on our second anniversary.  He’s still a friend.  I’ve learned a lot from that experience.  Then I was with a woman for 11.5 years.  We got legally married as well.  When we broke up, I had been with her for 1/3 of my life.

Now I am marrying a man again.  Why do I think it’ll work this time?  Well, it isn’t gender.  Gender expression is kind of how a soul accessorizes.  We have been friends for a very long time, there was always a simmering attraction – but we behaved.  I was always able to tell him anything.  We would have long talks where there was no taboo subject.  Actually, I think it is more accurate to say that every subject felt safe with him.  Now that we are together, we talk and I’ve healed enough to want to communicate in a very open way.  I don’t talk to him about “stuff” because I need to, I want to.  We overcame some major hurdles when we got together and that has been a forging of our relationship.  We have compatibility in so many good ways and also compatibility in difficult ways.  He gets my PTSD, I don’t have to explain it.  We feel lucky to be together.

It’s oh so quiet

(thank you, Bjork)

it’s. oh. so quiet
it’s oh. so still
you’re all alone
and so peaceful until…

Every friend you have is grieving.  Loved ones are dying.  I haven’t been able to write because everything now is so big and so real.  I spend so much time dealing with and trying to express and heal from the past, that I have trouble being real and present in the now.

It’s raining chaos on people I love.  To meander through the fears and booboos of my past feels trite and indulgent.  I impotently make phone calls, but…

I am really homesick for my friends right now.

’til it’s over and then
it’s nice and quiet
but soon again
starts another big riot

My dad was here and he opened up to me in ways he never has before.  It was amazing, touching and now that he’s gone I feel conflicted.  When I look at the causes of his feelings and actions and compare them with the effect of my life, there is such a discordant disconnect.

Love is easy, life is hard.  Love isn’t enough, life needs mindfulness, protection, advocacy.  I guess those are the things I need.  All of me, has been having a rough week.  My 36 year old self understands a great deal.  My 14 year old self is screaming and angry.  My 6 year old self is so betrayed.

it’s. oh. so quiet
it’s. oh. so still
you’re all alone
and so peaceful until…

I want to make it easy for my parents.  I want to make it ok because they’ve suffered so much.  I’m not making it hard on purpose.  The responses they conditioned into me are active.  The fear and the paranoia are real.  No matter how much I want to trust, I expect betrayal.  Because we never, ever, ever came first and never will.  The assumed will of their god comes first and their spiritual leaders come first.  I don’t know where I want to actually be in that line.

Dad and I had some great conversations, I learned a lot about our family.  And when we were talking some of the things said, felt like a small poke.  Since he’s left, it feels like someone’s been applying pressure and the poke has turned into a stab.

I did find out some more about my ancestors and there is one that I feel like I identify with a lot.  I learned how a small gesture is really a generations old tradition.

Conflict: sweet conversations with painful consequences.

Its easier to talk to my dad though, because whenever I get deep with my mom in conversation she tells me to ask my father.  I fear that since she’s always been surrounded by men who had definite opinions on how women should behave.  I fear that she doesn’t know how to behave without her male authority figure around.  Its hard to see in my mom, because that’s a bugaboo that I’ve been running from in me since I was 15.

Conflict is everywhere, love is not enough for happiness.  And the wheel keeps on turning.

like lightening

I recently got an email through this website from a young woman who left a cult four years ago. It was an extremely touching email and she found the site through referral of someone who used to be in my life.

When I get these emails, I feel a lightening bolt splits me in two. One half wants to avenge the wrongdoer and the other half wants me to comfort the wronged. I can’t avenge the wrongdoer. But, one of my hopes in this writing is to do what I can to stop this cycle. So many people who are wronged and can’t speak about their trauma repeat the abusive cycle. So, I am grateful when people talk and find ways to express themselves, opening themselves to healing.

I get encouraged in this naked expression, this blog. It seems that when I feel like I’ve run out of things to say or I fear what I have to say a message like this one comes through.

And it also made me look from older eyes at the person who told this young woman about my site. At how very similar we are in some ways and how I was not as kind to her as I could have been.

There are quite a few people who have scared me because I don’t like what I see reflected in the mirror they hold up to me. The email I received has made me feel so differently about this friend as well.

A very unexpected gift, well timed and well received. Thank you.

calling

Ever feel like you have a calling?  Like people come to you for a certain thing over and over through their lives.  It seems like time and time again, I give people permission to do the things they need to do.  Of course, the permission isn’t really mine to give because I am not the boss of them.  But, so many people come to me with complicated issues and together we cut through the fear and I help them gain clarity.

This is usually in a business setting.  In my profession, I am grateful to be in a position to help people really cut to the chase of their business problem which (9 times out of 10) is based on an emotion, usually fear.

I had that opportunity this morning and I feel completely at peace with the fact that this woman is now confidently walking her chosen path which (based on our plan) will give her freedom from so many burdens in one month.

A daily plan with daily tasks.  Now this would not be something that I could have done before, but I worked for years with a business mastermind group in a step by step process.

What I do for others is not so easy to do for myself.  I miss my mastermind group.  That was one of the effects of moving away.  So much gained, so much lost.

What is your calling?

balance

So a recent comment from one of my dear friends got me thinking.  I post a lot of negatives and bad memories.  I felt like this gives the impression that my life is mostly darkness and sadness.

This is not the case and I will try to post more positive things too.  Because if this blog is about my recovery from spiritual abuse and ptsd, I should talk about some of the amazing strides in my recovery that have happened.

This requires a shift in my mindset and being able to talk about good things in itself is a huge recovery.  And now, thanks to my friend, I feel like this mental shift is another good step for me.

I am now able to relax on my own.  Before it required cocktails to make me capable of turning down my hyper vigilance and paranoia.  I haven’t done any binge drinking since I was in Sacramento last January and now only have maybe two alcoholic drinks a month.  The change that this has created in my mental health is huge.  For one thing, it’s really helped with my impulse control issues.  I am able to work on keeping my boundaries and relax socially without chemical aid.  It’s a process and I am working on it, but I feel really proud of my growth here.

I am now able to differentiate negative feelings.  My default feelings were guilt and shame and that is very deep coding from the church.  “If something is wrong it’s probably my fault and I should feel terrible and confess.”  This was a truth whether or not the situation was real.

My capacity for emotional and sexual intimacy is so much greater because my heart and mind are learning to be calm.  This has been a huge joy in my life and something that I’ve always wanted.

I can see a future.  People with ptsd usually can’t see a future because all they see is doom or assume an early death.  I no longer want an early death and a lot of the darkness has cleared away so that I can see a future.  That future includes pursuing college and having kids.  I want to create a family with E.  Our love is so big that I now trust that a child would have a good life.  This is something that I had denied myself before because I felt like I was a toxic poison.

My move across the country has been a great decision.   Not only am I near my brother and his family which is amazing, but I’ve left many triggers and expectations behind.  A lot of the expectations were mine and I would behave according to a script of who I felt I had to be.  Now, I am completely out of context and I can be a much more authentic me.  Part of me really regrets that I couldn’t do that where I was.  But I couldn’t, I know that part of my coding and brain washing is to try to give people what they want.  But, in a lot of ways I couldn’t see who I was anymore.  I needed to see me in a new way to test out the waters.  It’s been a wonderful and totally bittersweet decision.

There are a lot of struggles but I am really tackling them and looking them in the face.  I am not as haunted as I was.  I purge a lot of that here and I am grateful for the opportunity to do so.  But my life is so much better.

Thank you for putting that comment on my blog, honey.  It’s opened up my mind in more ways I can express myself and that is something you’ve always done for me.  You have been a sister to me for so long and I am grateful that you are in my life and in my blood.