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Toxic Shame

0E6185B6-ADF6-490A-9675-B1E2F5FD549EComplex trauma has left a wound on me that I don’t know will ever heal.  Or maybe it’s that there’s so much scar tissue I just need to get used to that “new normal” of who I’ve  become.

Complex trauma is still a relatively new field of psychology. Complex post-traumatic stress disorder.  (C-PTSD) results from enduring complex trauma.

Complex trauma is ongoing or repeated interpersonal trauma, where the victim is traumatized in captivity, and where there is no perceived way to escape. Ongoing child abuse is captivity abuse because the child cannot escape. Domestic violence is another example. Forced prostitution/sex trafficking is another.

In my particular case, I was a victim of childhood incest.  It is the hardest thing to type that sentence, harder still to say it out loud.  I want to delete the sentence and delete “it” from my history.  Additionally, there was heavy-handed corporal punishment which by today’s standards would be considered physical abuse.   There was definite emotional abuse and at times neglect.  Continual domestic violence pervaded my childhood home.  My home did not often feel like the safe place it should.

Later in adulthood, I was the victim of domestic violence within my two major long-terms relationships.   I don’t know that I even recognized it happening as such it seemed so familiar.  If that makes sense.

All of my life I have struggled with low self-esteem.   Underneath my low self-esteem  belies a  darker feeling .   There is this deep sense of shame I have carried since as long as I can remember.

Unlike ordinary shame, “internalized shame” lingers and changes our self-image. It’s shame that has become “toxic.

When a person is ruled by toxic shame it interferes with their ability to accept positive regard.   For in childhood they internalized the belief of not being worthy of being loved or given any attention.

It dawned on me today as I couldn’t look into the mirror, that I just hate myself because I’m ashamed of me.

I wonder if this shame will ever leave.  I’ve got a new shrink I’ve been seeing for about 9 months.   I’ll call her Lee.  One can’t help but feel disillusioned after 20 years in/out of therapy.   I’ve ditched seeing Lee the past month.  Made up some excuse or other.  I mean everyone needs a mental health day from the mental health provider.   Oh wait this can’t be treatment resistance this soon can it?  I am feeling vulnerable because we are past the point of rapport building, and she’s a quick study.  She sees through my best defense mechanisms, and is trying to dig deeper and I’m running like hell.

There’s no shame in investing in a sturdy paper bag to wear over my head to hide myself, right?  Wearing bags are so much easier than facing your own demons.  ‘Cause Lord knows I’m hoping for a loophole.

 

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#metoo

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#Icallbullshit

It has sickened me to watch the news over some recent months to see all these women coming out of the woodwork like cockroaches with claims of sexual assault from prominent or celebrity men with big wallets.

This one claims he touched her breast in an airplane in 1970.   Another has a vague recollection of getting groped at an audition.   Still another says that she woke up with her panties missing after a night of drinking.

Hell, missing panties after a night of drinking? that would describe myself and at least 3-5% of my friends.   Saying that someone touched their breast has somehow made them feel violated.  Violated, is a very strong word.  That this event changed them.  Are you serious?  I’m sorry but in the words of Peggy Hubbard, “you’re all acting like a bitch baby pussies.”

The one thing many of these women all have in common? They are seeking monetary compensation, public humiliation, and slander.  That really bothers me.  Just because a man has money, they feel entitled to go after it?Nothing is really slander if it’s told through the lens of a teary interview on a TV show because it’s just is an allegation.   But after all is said and done, even if the man is vindicated and found not guilty, who remembers that?   Everyone remembers the teary painful recount of the tall tale told on said TV show.   No one can unring the bell, hence the humiliation for the man.

Everyone knows that if it was Mike the Mechanic from around the block, this gold digging venture wouldn’t be happening.   Mike who coaches soccer and stays for last call at the local watering hole isn’t going to have 7 women going after his house, his 401K, his Mercedes, and his Prudential mutual funds.  It would be women out trying to seek actual justice with jail time, not their 5 minutes of fame on Dateline and an undisclosed amount of currency.  

One allegation from which many of the #metoo claims stemmed, is that a roofie was placed in her drink and he slid his  “Jello-pudding pop” where it didn’t belong.  I think this is total bullshit too.  It  lead to throngs of others banding together in estrogen to shake him down for some loot in a civil trial.

As a trauma survivor of repeated child sexual assault,  I think it’s a load of bullshit.  The sheer numbers of these women coming forward and how they stacked up as fast as dominos falling,  doesn’t lend any credence to their allegations.  Rather, it is suggestive to me of women trying to get a piece of the proverbial payout pie to be potentially had; of any possible future settlement.

Do I believe it’s possible there could be real victims? Absolutely!!! However, the #metoo media frenzy left a bad taste in my mouth that felt more like a modern day Salem Witch Hunt than any sort of  legitimate investigation.   Where men in positions of power and/or wealth were targeted.

Perhaps instead of seeking a cash cow, these women can seek some evidenced based trauma work for their PTSD they allegedly suffer with.  Money won’t ever repair shattered self-esteems,  substance abuse riddled lives, and repairing the barriers to intimacy that the trauma has caused.  Real victims after all deserve real compassion and treatment.

No ones body should EVER be violated.

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Everyone should remain innocent until proven guilty.        


yEARNing

Ever since I can remember, I have had this ache in my heart.

A yearning to be loved.

It never goes away.

Like the speaker on a stereo system, sometimes the volume is more quiet and sometimes it is blaring at me.

But it never goes away.

Sometimes the ache to be loved hurts so bad it brings me to tears, it’s like I am bleeding from the inside out.

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I was twelve when I smoked my first joint because my brother grew it and distributed it.   I took my first shot of Smirnoff at the same age.  I realized it it numbed me out, it blotted out the pain in my heart some and turned down that volume of my heartache.

Love…..love is  better than pot, better than booze, it was like popping powerful opiates but better.

It makes me feel like every thing in the world is safe and going to be okay.

Love makes me feel like I am coming home again.

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But money can’t buy you love.

I wish I could annihilate this yearning inside me.  I wish there was a switch I could shut off, or get rid of this gaping hole in my heart.

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