We are grateful for Alice and her desire to write as a guest on our blog. The following post does contain materiel that may be triggering to some. Thank you Alice for being honest enough to help others.
"I can hardly believe that I am writing
this. It is probably the last the on the earth that I would choose to
write. This issues is, as I understand it, rather common. It also is not
addressed in what little LDS, or Christian trauma healing writings. My
shame is... suffocating. My shame has depth. But, as I have written
before, shame come largely from secrecy- and out culture and faith
should not place shame on survivors.
This might be a rather triggering post- so take care of your self please.
Everything that happened to me as a kid is horrible, but I never hated
myself for any of it. I have feared myself, undervalued myself, ignored
myself, etc but I have never hated myself as I do now.
Since my flashback memories a year and a half ago I have not been worthy
to go to the temple because of morality issues. With my bishop and my
counselor I am learning that my problems, however, are not so much
addictions as coping mechanisms. This doesn't make them okay, but it
helps me deal with the real issues.
Both my counselor and
my bishop have told me that it is quite common for survivors of sexual
abuse to become hyper sexual; pornography, masturbation, deviancy,
promiscuity, and everything else in that realm, are common reactions
(the opposite end, hypo sexuality, is common as well as I understand
it). This isn't because I am broken or messed up or bad, as much as my
brain tries to tell me that. This is simply an extremely unfortunate
byproduct of my experiences.
My bishop explained that
these things happen for a few reasons. 1). Our brains are trying to
process all the childhood crap, and so sex in some form or another is in
our brains much more than a normal human- and bodies..ya know... I
can't finish that sentence. 2). Hyper sexuality gives a person an
opportunity to try and process and understand so many confusing things
that happened when we were kids, and we can process in a grown ups brain
the thoughts, feelings, and emotions. 3). It is a way to try and take
back control of what was taken from us. 4). It can add current
understanding, giving us power. In my brain power equals safety.
I hope this helps some, and I hope you don't judge me. I do that
enough. Please be kind to yourself and love yourself as God loves you,
with compassion, mercy, and understanding"
Hearts As Gold
With the backdrop of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints we seek to bring a message of hope & healing to those of all faiths. Geared towards survivors of childhood sexual abuse, much applies to all areas of life. We hope this website is a source of comfort, peace, & professional knowledge for all survivors & loved ones. Although, the authors are a therapist & survivor, we also hope to highlight a multitude of perspectives, including yours as you strive for healing.
Monday, January 4, 2016
Guest Post - Alace Fox: Life Hurts Less That Wa
Alice again.
It's been
really hard these last few weeks, though I don't know why I haven't
accepted this as the norm yet. Sometimes I feel normal. Sometimes I fell
as though I am waiting for Satan to drag me back to hell. Sometimes I
fell like I am walking myself strait to hell. I don't much care for it
all.
I think that perhaps part of the reason life has been so
difficult recently (though by no means close to the whole reason, or a
majority of the why) is that I have been reading one of my favorite
books Mistborn. The main character in the story is a teen age girl named
Vin who grew up on the streets in 'crews' that rob the rich to survive.
Her whole life is fear, and staying alive one more day. Then she
discovers she has magic (yes it is a fantasy) and her life changes. Vin
gets in on a new crew where the team operates on trust instead of self
defense. A bunch more stuff happens, the world ends, nobody is happy,
and everyone dies. Its a really good book; you should read it.
As the story goes along you travel with Vin through her journey
between fear of betrayal and choosing to trust. Brandon Sanderson, the
author, does amazing at creating whole persons, not just characters, and
you get really sucked into Vin's struggle, which is trust. Trust is
pretty well my least favorite subject on the face of the planet. To me
trust is pain.
To trust someone means that you think they will bring more happiness
than they will pain, but there will still be pain. You see, the problem
is everybody lies, and everybody leaves; and all that's left is pain.
Friendships are more of convenient relationships. People who said they
would be 'there' get married, or move, or normally both. Folks say they
will support you, and then don't. Someone gets to busy to consider me
human, and worth a 10 second text. I guess I don't mean much. And if
they don't leave, I will. To me people just mean betrayal and pain. It
is simply a matter of when, and if the returns are greater than the
cost. It sucks, but I know this is how life operates.
I was talking to my therapist about this, 'cause ya know, it's a
problem if you want to ever have real relationships without trusting
anyone. We of course went back to trauma stuff and how that affected
everything. I remembered that after all the bad things happened my mom
had a short and very poor conversation with me about it. It left me
knowing that I was a bad little girl.
Somewhere along
the therapy process that day I realized that everyone must lie, and
everyone must leave because that would mean that my mom didn't choose to
abandon me, she would have had to. If everyone is going to betray me it
means my mom might have still loved me and chosen to keep me, but
couldn't- instead of being left as the bad girl in the corner that was
never the good girl mom really wanted.
These aren't very
pleasant thoughts. I, however, still decided to share them because
trust is something that most survivors rightly struggle with, and
perhaps one of ya'll (If there actually is anyone who reads this blog)
might relate to it. Maybe this will help you. I hope so. Life is hard,
and you deserve good.
Friday, September 4, 2015
Guest Post - Alice Fox, "Emotional Free Space"
Alice Fox here again,
It's been an unpleasant weekend. It's been bad for many reasons, but right now I am gonna share about forgiveness. Now don't go thinking I am telling you that ya gotta go forgive every person in the world right now. I ain't that naive. I just wanna share my thoughts on what forgiveness is, in a nice and ambiguous "Lets make our relationships with others better." sort of way.
My best friend hurt my feelings a few days ago. It isn't okay to hurt peoples feeling, but it is okay to make mistakes. She is still a good person, and I still have the right to have hurt. I think that is just the unpleasant way being human goes. When all of these feelings were going around my brain I kept trying to understand why she chose what she did. I think this, plus Jesus, is the key to figuring out how to forgive people.
When we step back and try to understand the reason for peoples actions we are willing to try and see as them as people, not actions. Understanding doesn't make what someone has done right or wrong. This simply puts them back into being a human in our own perceptions. Empathizing takes you out of thinking of them as mean, critical, selfish, cowardly, or thoughtless. Empathizing takes you into thinking of them as a person who chose to be mean, or a person who chose to be critical, or selfish, or cowardly. Perhaps this seems like a small difference, but to me this helps me remember that they are a person who acts, not just a thing that does. This simply helps me let in more emotional free space.
Tuesday, July 28, 2015
Guest Post - Alice Fox
When I was in high school I began to recognize, or remember, or
accept that something bad had happened to me as a kid. It wasn't way bad
though, and it didn't cause me any problems, so I just stuffed it in
the back of the brain closet. Last November I recalled that a whole lot
more happened than my brain had let me in on before; and I could no
longer pretend that everything was okay. Since then life has been hard.
November was hard, but December was worse. What was worse than
December was January, and even more still February. March was trying to
slaughter my life, and April was succeeding. In May my job started
getting busy again, I was able to move out of my parents house, found a
therapist I could afford, and talked to my bishop (actually I passed him
a peace of paper because there was no way on earth I could say that
stuff aloud). June was hard but good. July is doable. I might be able to
survive this. I can see a light in the tunnel (though it sure doesn't
look like the end), and I no longer think it is a train. Maybe I can
become not messed up one day.
I was invited to contribute to this blog around December by a friend
who has a heart as gold. At first my brain was reeling at the
possibilities; I could be a spokesperson for survivors. I could educate
and prevent. I could fix society! Then I realized I was a bad bad
person. Doing the life thing was hard and full of bad. Everything seemed
bad. Now I feel something that is a little less then hope. I think I
can become more; I think I can become better. I don't know what changed
but I'll take it. Somehow I can accept the bad things right now, and
still be okay. And so I choose to write.
I hope my different perspective can help someone. If not, that's okay. I
think it will still be good for me. I am just starting into this
journey of... not being...broken, and bad. Perhaps seeing someone at the
start of their journey will help someone. Sometimes I get tired of just
reading about 'happy all better people' because I can't relate to
that.
I am just in the broken stage.
So beside an introduction, here is my thought today. And it really
is just a thought; not nearly so concrete as everything else around
here.
I listened to Brene Brown's TED talk on shame, and
did some reading in a healing book on shame. Somewhere something
clicked and I realized that the den of shame is secrecy. "Don't tell
anyone because______." "Keep it secret." "If they don't know they will
still love you, and wont judge you." This is so wrong! We need help and
we need support and we need love- and not just the parts of us people
see. True love loves all of ourselves. When we keep ourselves secret we
convince ourselves that they only love us because they don't see the bad
part of us. If they saw the dark they would know how evil we were and
not to love us. How heart breaking!
This doesn't mean to
go spill you guts to every Kerry, Larry, and Harry! That does not seem
safe to me on a great many a level. This means we need and deserve
privacy.
The difference in this concept came to me one day when my friend had
her journal hanging out in the front room. I asked her why she wasn't
worried that her brother would read it- I mean it's a journal, it's full
of vulnerable stuff! She explained that he wouldn't because he knew it
was private. It wasn't going to be a thought for him, so she didn't have
to worry about it. What on earth is this! What a foreign idea! I hide
anything personal in layers and layers of computer files in desperate
hope that no one will find them. I can't make myself freely write in a
journal because I know someone might read it. How is this a thing!
Privacy, what a great, novel idea. You can keep yourself safe
without believing your bad. You can have safety without secrets. By
creating some sort of privacy culture you invite, you trust someone to
respect the boundaries you put up. In secrecy putting up boundaries
means you don't trust that person. In privacy boundaries can be good and
healthy! I didn't even know privacy was a real thing; to me privacy was
secrets. I can't imagine not hiding the things I care about in boxes in
the corner of my room. People live this way! I want that. I don't know
how to get it, but I want that.
Thursday, July 23, 2015
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