Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Monsters Do Not Exist

"We've been warned there are evil people in this world,” that bad guys always wear black, kidnappers; a waxed mustache, serial killers; a hockey mask, abusive partners; a stained undershirt, and child molesters always offer candy. They are the evil-doers, the bad guys, the lurking strangers.


This black and white mentality that the world is populated by two kinds of people, good and evil, omits the reality of shades of gray and multiple hues of color. This detrimental belief puts blinders on those confronted with a perpetrator, hurts victims, and puts people in danger of abuse.


Puts People In Danger
Possibly the most dangerous consequence of the blind belief in “bad guys” is that it puts people in danger of being abused, of becoming victims. When we tell our children to stay away from strangers, we are only preparing them for 20% of the danger.

73% of sexual assault perpetrators and 77% of murderers were relatives, friends, acquaintances, co-workers, lovers, and neighbors to their victims.

“Bad guys” don’t necessarily wear black. They may have kind faces, a clean haircut, and fresh breath. They are policemen, accountants, homemakers, and gardeners. In fact, every child molester, domestic violence perpetrator, serial killer, and kidnapper is someone’s child, sibling, parent, neighbor, best-friend, and co-worker.


Blinds Those Confronted With a Perpetrator
These perpetrators have touched other people’s lives and that touch was not always harmful. And maybe those they did hurt found parts of their relationship pleasant and moments in their lives together enjoyable.

Now don't get me wrong, knowing that these perpetrators are not 100% evil and are indeed capable of kindness should not diminish the wrong that was perpetrated. But equally so, knowing that someone is capable of kindness should not diminish the possibility that they are capable of harm.

In the case of my own father, he was a valuable member of the military, he is a pillar of the community and an ever attentive friend. Even though he is an abusive alcoholic who beat his wife and children, even though he molested me for the first 18 years of my life, I still loved him as a father. I still delighted in going for boat rides with him. I still giggled and responded when he said “See ya’ later alligator.” After my parents divorce, I told all my high school friends that I was going to live with my dad after graduation and go to college near him.

After graduation I didn’t move in with him. Instead, a few years later, I called the sheriff’s department and told them about the molest.

When family-friends heard about the molest they said they couldn’t believe it. The love that they saw me show toward my father, the kindness he had shown to friends and the community made it impossible for them to believe he could do anything as harmful as molesting his own daughter.


Hurts Victims
While it was hurtful, hearing friends I had grown up with, not allowing themselves to believe my father had molested me, I was at an age and point in my life where I could see their point of view. Not only were they my friends, they were also friends of my father. Had it been just a short time before, I would not have been so prepared.

Even though I understood their doubt, it still hurt. I lost one of my oldest support groups.

On the flip side of the coin, other victims may tell their story and hear from the listener, “Bastard!” Such a comment, that the perpetrator is bad, evil, a “bastard,” omits the love the survivor may feel for the perpetrator. To the victim, “Bastard” may feel like an attack against their father, uncle, mother, brother, sister, boyfriend, girlfriend, husband, wife, or grandparent.

A more helpful approach would be to just listen to the survivor, judgment free.

And rather than looking out for that mysterious stranger, rather than assigning a single (and often incorrect) face to perpetrators, we could truely prepare ourselves and our children.


By arming ourselves with information


  • Rainn.org


  • National Domestic Violence Hotline




  • Setting boundaries

  • My body is my own


  • And it is ok if I say “No” to hugs or other physical contact.




  • And recognizing and allowing ourselves to get help when needed

  • Police


  • Counseling


  • Friends/Family
  • Sunday, February 11, 2007

    Effects and Recovery #1: Self-Mutilation

    Self-mutilation sounds so drastic, so enormous, bigger than anything I would do to myself. So I thought.

    Early in my journey toward recovery, when I saw in print, “Effect of abuse – Self-mutilation,” I thought of those secret “Cutters.” I pictured young teens sneaking behind closed doors with kitchen knives, anatomy class scalpels, and art department Xacto blades, compulsively slicing, slashing themselves for release. “That’s not me,” I egotistically thought, “I’m not doing anything that dramatic, I’m not hurting myself, it’s just a nervous habit.”

    Even though I wasn’t cutting myself, I was still causing myself harm. And perhaps the reason it was so easy for me to imagine those teenagers was because I knew/know that feeling, like an itch that must be scratched, a need that if not fulfilled will cause my heart and head to burst in a fiery explosion, a feeling that some piece of my body did not belong and must be removed. In pulling the hair from the top of my head, I felt the tension and the release.

    Even something as mundane as biting my nails I later realized was mutilation. Nail biting never stops at one bite, it’s never a clean cut, sometimes there is blood, an exposed nail bed, the splitting of the cuticles, and the compulsion.

    Think about it, have you ever gone to bite your nail and then stopped yourself. That pesky fingernail and your two front teeth become magnetized, pulling toward each other, or maybe not. Maybe you can handle it. Maybe you just go about your day, sit in front of the TV, and get pulled into some mindless sitcom. But then the commercial comes on and where is your finger now? Your fingertip is sandwiched between your lips, your fingernail reduced to ground slivers, crushed by your molars and resting on your tongue.

    It All Comes Down To Control
    The hair pulling, the nail biting, they all come down to control. In my case, I had no control over my childhood environment but I could control what I did to my own body.

    But for whatever reasons I stopped pulling my hair, I stopped biting my nails. There is one self-mutilation effect of abuse that I am still working on, to this day.

    I Pick at the Skin Around My Nails

    It’s not like this is tender, soft skin, no, this has been going on since childhood. This skin is calloused and in a constant state of flaking. It doesn’t hurt, in fact, as with the nail biting and even the hair pulling, peeling the skin from around my fingernails feels good. I get that feeling of release.

    Recovery
    I’ve been working on stopping this for a number of years and I’ve stopped picking at most of my fingers. I'm now down to 3 last fingers, my thumbs and my right pinky.

    One Finger at a Time
    At the time that I first decided to work on not picking at my fingers, working on them all at the same time was just too overwhelming. So I decided to work on only one finger at a time.

    Trying Not to Bite Off More Than Can Be Chewed
    Even though I decided to work on one finger at a time, I may have been trying to sabotage myself without realizing it. I chose my right index finger, the finger I picked at the most. It had been so damaged that the moon (lunala) of my nail was super exposed and the nail itself would grow thick and thin, thick and thin in inconcistant waves of thicknesses. As punny as it is, I really did feel like I had bit off more than I could chew. I kept backsliding, I was having a really hard time quitting. And because I wouldn’t pick a different finger to work on, it took me 2 years to quit picking at that finger.

    Tape
    In this early process I tried wrapping my fingertips in tape. Every time I looked at my fingers it reminded me of footage I had seen of a Michael Jackson concert. He had the same white bandage tape wrapped around his fingertips.

    I think the tape helped. It did make it hard to get to the skin around my fingernails but it had one gross side effect; I got some type of fungus from all the moisture that couldn’t escape through the tape. Yuck! Once I took off the tape, no problem. My skin went from having a ring of red around my fingertips to a normal color by the next day. My skin did peel but by that time I was able to hold myself back from picking at it. After my finger healed, I felt like I had accomplished this big thing. I was proud of myself.

    Breathing
    When I started working on my next finger, my left pinky, I scrapped the tape idea. I decided when I felt the compulsion to pick at my pinky I would place each hand, palm down, on my lap. Then I would inhale deeply and exhale slowly until the need to pick passed. This worked well for me. It took me a lot less time to stop picking at my pinky, it took a matter of months rather than 2 years.

    Singing a Song That Brings a Smile
    Once I moved on to my next finger I added to my breathing technique. If I was having a hard time and breathing deeply just wasn’t doing the trick I would, in my head or out loud, breathe and sing the cheesiest song I could think of. It is really hard not to smile when singing, “My little buttercup has the sweetest smile…” And somehow the smile is usually foolproof. Smiling seems to relieve any tension that I tend to hold in my chest.

    Taking a Break When Needed
    About six months ago I tried working on my right thumb. Unfortunately I had a number of stressful occurrences that made it too hard to concentrate on NOT picking at my fingers. So, without beating myself up over it, I put it on hold until I felt ready again.

    Cold Turkey
    Now that I feel ready to get back on that non-picking horse, I’ve decided to try quitting cold turkey on the last 3 fingers. The one problem I had in taking it one finger at a time is that the fingers I wasn’t working on at the time really suffered the brunt of the picking. And I’m done with the picking. All the recovery I’ve worked on has given me some tools to work with and I just don’t need to pick at my fingers anymore.

    I’ve been working on my last fingers for the past two weeks and so far, so good. It is hard but I’m trying to remember to breathe and sing about my little Buttercup. She has the sweetest smile and the most perfect fingers (I know, that was cheesy).

    Saturday, February 3, 2007

    Taboo: Talking About Abuse


    “I was on campus yesterday, when someone yanked me around a corner, held a knife to my face, and stole my backpack with all my money.”


    If this were your friend, chances are you would know exactly what to say. You would listen whole heartedly to your friend, you might ask if the police were called, if your friend needed any support, and possibly suggest some counseling for such a traumatic event. It would probably never cross your mind that your friend could be to blame. They didn’t choose to be grabbed, threatened, robbed, and become the victim of a crime.

    Well sexual abuse and domestic violence are traumatic criminal events, too.

  • Then why is it that so many of us shutdown when someone else talks about abuse?
  • Why is it that so few victims ever tell the police, or anyone for that matter?
  • Why is it that so few organizations exist in our communities to speak out, to offer help to those abused, to educate our authorities and the rest of our community?

    One answer to all these questions is…
    ...Because talking about abuse is taboo.

    There are at least two main problems with the taboo against talking about abuse.
    • It reduces awareness.
      It harms the victim.

    1. It reduces awareness.

    Reduced Awareness - Reduces the Number of Services


    A lack of awareness reduces the number of services for those abused.
    You may be able to name at least one or two organizations in your area helping domestic violence victims but what about for the sexual abuse victims of rape and molest?

      I looked into San Diego, California, a city with a population of 2,933,462. In all of San Diego, I found…
      • 1 sexual abuse twelve-step group (which appears to be just beginning and is not yet registered).
      • 1 organization to specifically help those who have been raped, molested, and even domestic violence victims.
      • About 10 private counselors specializing in sexual abuse
          That’s about 300,000 San Diegans for every 1 counselor.
          Wouldn’t you think a place as big as San Diego would have more to offer? Especially when you consider these statistics.
        • In 2004-2005, there were an average annual 200,780 victims of rape, attempted rape or sexual assault.
        • Every two and a half minutes, somewhere in America, someone is sexually assaulted.

    Reduced Awareness - Reduces Education


    A lack of facilities to offer victim’s services also reduces education, and that lack of education helps to create more victims and perpetrators.
    In a survey of college students

    • 1 out of 12 men admitted to committing acts that met the legal definition of rape
    • But 84% of these men said what they did was DEFINITELY not rape.



    2. It is harmful to the victims.

    Harm – The Abuse Continues


    If the victim feels talking about abuse is wrong and never divulges the abuse, it allows the perpetrator to continue abusing the same person and/or abusing others.


    Harm – The Abuse Festers Inside


    If the victim doesn’t have anyone they feel comfortable enough talking to, the abuse festers inside and will come out in ways harmful to the victim and/or harmful to those around the victim.

      As a victim of abuse, I saw this everyday of my life before I finally found friends and ultimately an organization I could talk to and work with.

      Just a few examples of how keeping abuse a secret was damaging are…
      • I pushed the stress of my abuse inside and just as I relaxed enough to fall asleep I would be hit with horrible stomachaches, keeping me up most of or all night.
      • When I was younger, like 5 to 12 years old, I used to pull the hair out from the top of my head. I still have a numb spot on the top of my head.
      • I held a lot of anger inside and, without warning, would periodically explode with rage directed at those I felt had wronged me. Typically they were situations where anger would have been appropriate but my reaction was far from appropriate.

    Harm – Blaming the Victim


    The taboo against talking about abuse puts blame on the victim for speaking out or keeps them from talking about it because they are made to feel speaking about abuse is wrong.

      The listener might say, “Don’t tell me that! It’s private!”
      The listener may make faces like they are extremely uncomfortable.
      The listener may change the subject.
      The listener might say, “That’s awful! I don’t want to hear about such awful things!”
    These responses and reactions put the blame on the victim.

    So, why would a listener feel uncomfortable?
    • It may be that they try to empathize, imagining it happening to themselves as the person talks about it.
    • Maybe it hits too close to home because they or a loved one was abused.
    • Maybe they feel incapable of helping, they don’t know what to say or do.
    • Maybe it’s because they think sexual abuse is about sex and is a private act.
    These are understandable reasons but understanding the reasons doesn’t make them any less harmful.

    If someone is disclosing domestic violence or sexual abuse to you, break the taboo by trying the following.
    • If you find yourself empathizing
      • try to remind yourself this isn’t about you.
    • If you find it hits too close to home
      • Try to understand how important and healing it is for this person to talk about it, even though you may not want to talk about your own experience with abuse.
    • If you don’t know what to say or do
      • Try just listening. You don’t need to say anything.
      • Let your reactions and facial expressions show you are listening.
    • If you think sexual abuse is about sex.
      • Remember, sex is consensual
      • Sexual abuse is a crime, which uses a sexual act to gain power over another person.
      • It’s more about power than the sexual act.
    • Refer the person to a professional who can help.



    Anyone can break the taboo against talking about abuse.
    • You can break the taboo by being a helpful listener.
    • You can bring awareness by being willing to talk about it if the subject comes up.
    • You can bring awareness by volunteering your time, money, or supplies to a local, national, or global organization.
    The more people break the taboo, the weaker the taboo becomes and the less harm it inflicts.