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.

Lost Sister

I miss you.  You were fleet and your blonde hair streamed behind you, an amazing runner.  I remember hanging out in your backyard and in your garage talking about how you were going to be in the Olympics and I was going to be on Broadway.  We worked for hours one day trying to get the words for Supersonic right.

“You see, the ‘S’ is for super and the ‘U’ is for unique The ‘P’ is for perfection and you know that we are freaks The ‘E’ is for exotic and the ‘R’ is for raps So tell those nosy people just to stay the hell back.”  We would of course say heck and I don’t know how we got access to that song.

You had the corniest sense of humor and would slay me.  You knew when to be quiet and I envied that.  You laughed at me when I tried to run and I laughed at you when you danced.

I wouldn’t laugh now.  Now that I have danced in so many other ways beside competitive and technical, I understand that each body dances its’ soul’s expression and sometimes the people who are trained dancers are the farthest away from their soul.  Or maybe that was just me, I was so repressed, that I was shut off from my soul and although I danced well, it was empty.  My mind and soul were completely disassociated from my body.

But running grounded you, you needed to be free.  When you ran, you got the moments of peace, rhythm and silence that you needed so much.

I left you when I left the church.

You found my number once and called me.  Told me bad news and horrible things, your world was the same except worse and mine was getting better, so I thought.  I tried to comfort you.

The other sisters from that broken family have been found, but I can’t find you.

Where are you?

I miss you terribly and love you so dearly, no matter what the years have done.  I’ve had years too.

Love you,

Suzi

Reflection and Hope

I hope that 2012 has been kind to some.  For me, it was a difficult year.  2012 was also a year of tremendous learning, but as one of my best friends says… “Education isn’t cheap, you get it one way or the other”.

So, goodbye 2012, I don’t think I’m going to miss you.  It’s been a year of: reconnection with family, new friends, the sweetest love and saddest loss, many births and deaths and broken hearts.

I feel like I have a clear path of intent for 2013, not that I expect it to go according to plan.  But, if I get my way…  I will get a chance to work on a lot of the issues that I have been accepting and that I would really love to grow up around.

It makes sense that I would have a lot of the issues that I have especially since I grew up as I did.  I have this sneaky side to me and it comes from not being able to have privacy and living in a cult(ure) of exposure, public humiliation and forced confession.  Sometimes I feel that to have something of my own, I need to hide it.

This sneaky behavior shows up for me in food, drink, money, sex, in just about every aspect of my life.  It has affected every relationship that I have been in.  I don’t want to have this anymore.  I want to be as trustworthy as I tell myself that I am.  These ghosts that I carry in my heart and memory still harm my life, since I was programmed to give everything away.

I need to able to have boundaries and be able to move past these habits and the really destructive consequences of them.  That is my hope.  By going really deep inside, I hope that I will find the balance and healing, so that these issues can be resolved.

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…

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.

dancing with myself

Alrighty, I’ve had trouble finding words.  So, how do you blog if you are out of words?  I want to incorporate my weight struggle um journey um bullshit with people.  I want to express how movement and dance has helped me heal from a lot of my trauma.  What if I started documenting my body as it is, doing what it loves to do?  Am I ready to dance online?  It would be a new level of openness and vulnerability.  I could get made fun of.  I probably will because some people won’t understand why an overweight woman would dance on the internet.  Well fuck em.  I mean bless their hearts (I am trying to get used to living in the south) and I think those mean the same thing here.

Opening myself up to more healing, more vulnerability, more power, more ridicule, more everything.  I plan to shoot my first video on Friday with the help of E.  I have no idea how this will work out.

Will people understand dancing to express emotions?  Will people see that sacred movement can help you connect with your body and move through pain.  Or will they see a fat chick gyrating?  Will I be able to move past my fear enough to actually post it?

I guess we’ll find out.

1 night and 3 nightmares

Nightmare 1:  (This may be triggering for some friends who recently lost a baby, skip to nightmare 2) E and I have had a baby.  Our baby is premature and very sick.  The doctors had to do surgery, but couldn’t finish it in one session.  So they left her open.  I held this tiny baby and looked into her split abdomen and could see her heart beating.  We were to keep her alive and bring her back the next week for finishing.  They sent us to a house to stay and wait out the time.  When we entered the house, it was a labyrinth.  Around each corner, there was a small child who had simple needs.  One was hungry and we tried to find the kitchen, while protecting this open infant.  Another little girl had to go to the bathroom.  We soon realized that we were the only adults there and we were stuck in a maze of abandoned children.  I felt panic, pity and a strong maternal instinct to protect this tiny and most vulnerable being.
Nightmare 2:  The pastor from our church wasn’t gone; he appeared back in my life.  And I was forced to take my mom’s old job as his assistant.  He was no longer running a church; he had been promoted through the ranks of evil.  He was working with national fundamentalists and ordering assassinations and legislations.  Whenever I had to create an assignation order, he wanted me to use scrolly purple fonts so that it didn’t seem so rude.  I experienced all off the paralysis and control, again.  Emptying out my brain consciously so that I could just funnel his will.  Knowing that the documents I was creating would harm people and knowing the harm that would come to me if I didn’t comply.
Nightmare 3:  This has been a recurring nightmare since I was a child.  I am laying face down in my bed.  My dad walks into the room and beats my feet to a pulp with an oak rod.  I feel all of my dreams melt away as I am permanently immobilized.

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.