I have
held my tongue
held my breath
held my heart
for way too long.

I just can't keep it in any longer
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If you are offended by the occasional wirty dord, obscenity, or naked truth please put on your sunglasses.

Wait.

I think you should all put on your sunglasses.
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Monday, June 27, 2016

Setting Straight the Record


I’ve been called a Beacon of Truth and I suppose that’s true, considering I’ve spent the past five years and three days trying to set straight a very crooked record. 

I wasn’t 100% successful – who is? – but I’ve definitely straightened out enough that I am MORE THAN READY to matriculate.

However, there are a few things that continue to pop up and so I’m setting the record straight here once and for all.  After this, any of the below is a closed subject.


1.    I did not love #3.  I never did, not once, not for one instant.  I saw in him an opportunity to resolve lifelong issues and boy, howdy, did I.

2.    It is unwise to threaten someone who’s survived violence and lost everything in the process.  You’ll be surprised at how quickly that person can disengage from even the most longed-for situation.  The catalyst for this falls under the heading of “Never Again.”

3.    I’m surprised how many people feel entitled to an explanation from me as to How All That Happened.  Unless your last name is “Clifford,” “Crowley,” or “Corso,” you are entitled to nothing.

4.    People with low self-worth who are in violent situations typically do not reach out for help.  Particularly those who have reached out in the past and were further traumatized (e.g., people who called 911 for help and were refused assistance). 

a.    It is one of the heights of self-absorption to judge those who do not reach out to you.  Particularly if you have chosen to be ignorant of a distressed person’s situation.  It’s actually abusive to insist people reach out to you as you purposefully choose ignorance and inaction.  You know someone is in distress?  REACH OUT TO THEM.

                                               i.     Understand it may take a few tries for the distressed person to reach back.  Trust is an issue.  If you choose to take the distressed person’s mistrust personally, you are further distressing an already-overloaded person.  Consider what the person endured that made her that way.

5.    It becomes instinct for domestic/authority abuse survivors to push people away.  To these people, personal safety is paramount and trust is hard (if ever) won.  Please don’t take this reaction personally, either.  In some cases (like mine), a person would rather live in solitude than risk anything remotely similar to what she endured.  Again, consider what the person endured that made her that way.

6.    People who’ve experienced physical violence DO NOT LIKE FORCED PHYSICAL CONTACT.  This includes “hugs.”  You might think a person needs a hug, but one who’s experienced prolonged physical abuse does not want ANYONE to touch her (with very few exceptions).  This includes those hugs in church.  This includes coming up behind me unawares and "surprising" me.  Anything forced is forced, regardless of the setting.  You are NOT showing God’s love by forcing me to hug you so YOU can feel like a “good Christian.”  That’s actually abusive.  In church.

a.    Don’t get me started on people who drop by my house unexpected.  The police did that for over a year.  I had to answer the door then.  I don’t now.  Eric Clapton himself could show up and I wouldn’t answer.  I would expect him to have some compassion and consideration for me and my time and call first.

7.    I’ve had PTSD since 1997.  Granted, it’s come and gone, but That Situation brought it back Full. Stop.  I chose not to manage it with traditional pharmaceuticals.  Understand the past four months is the longest violence-free stretch I’ve had since March 2011.  If I back off from you, understand it has everything to do with me and my triggers and NOTHING to do with you.  If you choose to ignore my reaction (“You just need a hug.”) and continue to advance, understand it won’t end well for either one of us.

I may very well be controlling, distant, and aloof.  No one’s got to live with it but me, so…why’s it bothering you?  I made it and that’s enough for me.

For now. 


Tuesday, June 14, 2016

Chaos


And so a troubled soul’s troubles escaped and too many innocent people paid the ultimate price.

Why?

Who knows? 

I’ve spent a lifetime studying just these types of situations in order to answer just these types of questions and guess what?  I have less of an answer than I did when I began that journey in 1985.

I’ve gotten off that road, but that’s not the point.

The point is:  Chaos has always been the order; nothing’s ever been “straight” (as if any of us can agree to what “straight” means in the first place.)

Any time there are two (or more) living things occupying the same physical space, there’s going to be friction.  Even identical twins are not 100% EXACTLY the same.  Even partners are not in complete alignment 100% of the time.  Nothing in physical reality is.  Nothing that lives, breathes, dies, consumes, and eliminates can be; it’s physically impossible.  An organic thing is inherently flawed:  For every thing that’s thriving, some thing’s dying.  It’s an intractable Law of (physical) Nature.

It’s balance.

To answer the Willfully Crabby, my faith is where it’s always been:  In something greater than myself.

Something greater than my family or my friends or even words themselves.

My faith is in Love.

Not the kind of love that thrives when you’re appreciating me or when it’s sunny or when it’s raining.

My faith is in the kind of Love that thrives PERIOD. 

No matter what.

No matter what the circumstances, this kind of Love flows during the good and during the bad and during everything in between.  This kind of Love understands the physical reality that nothing NOTHING is 100% pure crap (or wrong or evil or bad or negative or immoral or whatever word upsets you the least) 100% of the time.

Just like nothing NOTHING is 100% pure bliss (or right or good or positive or moral or whatever word upsets you the least) 100% of the time.

It all just IS. 

Granted, some moments are worse than others.

But they’re just that:  Moments.

Moments we can re-live or treasure or move the hell away from as quickly as possible and not look ever back.

In other words, my faith isn’t in humanity:  It’s in something greater than me and you and them and all of us put together.  I call that something greater “God,” but please PLEASE do not get hung up on my word choice.  It’s that very oversensitivity that’s the very root of the problem:  Stop trying to control other people when you yourself are so obviously out of control.

As am I. 

As are all of us.

As is everything.

The Mystery is in control.

We are not.

The answer is not more control; it’s more Love.  More positive vibrations.  More aligning oneself with the “bright side.”  I’m not promoting a Pollyanna-ish denial of the dark side; I’m saying don’t look at it so long you blind yourself.  YOU ARE ALLOWED TO LOOK AWAY.  Look away and toward something else.  Something bright that’ll restore your clarity.

It takes Strength to look above negativity and not react in kind.  It takes Strength, not to turn the other cheek toward more abuse, but to turn the other cheek toward understanding the other side; i.e., Compassion. 

Granted, sometimes this turning toward compassion has to happen from a distance. 

The world is out of control. 

It always has been. 

The way to keep moving in a whirling dervish is to make the “illogical” move: 

Keep dancing in ecstatic love.