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After reading the article below, it became shocking clear to me how much I miss and desperately long for the little things that make a marriage/intimate relationship so fullfilling.
In my marriage, my husband was the strong one who carried the weight of the families safety and security (as I perceived it incorrectly during the marriage, in theory more than reality due to the physical and emotional harm he actually had caused) on his shoulders. He was a very loving and nurturing partner and father and always an outstanding provider.
Whenever he would get sick, like a minor cold, or stepped on a rock that bruised his heel, or witnessed someone that was sick and sure he was coming down with something fatal like dengue fever, malaria, or west nile virus, lol, I happily and lovingly tended to my sick and on the verge of death spouse’s every need. And I did so happily and lovingly as it was one of the very few times I could be his source of comfort and his strength and backbone. I loved to care for him when he was struck with a “killer cold”. It gave me the chance to be his everything.
The other situation that I always came through for him was our Snake/Spider agreement. I handled any encounter with snakes for him as he was deathly afraid of them and he in return handled any spider encounters for me due to my insane arachnophobia. Btw, I think I may have saved him from more snake encounters as in our line of work we seemed to come across a lot. It made me feel incredible useful.
Being single now for almost two years has brought to the surface some emotions about the little things that I loved about being married. I miss that kind of closeness and long to feel and be that role for someone once again.
The bottom line is, I miss being in love. I miss have a partner to walk through life with and yes, I miss making soup for my guy who has a cold and kissing his forehead. I miss picking out the very best kleenex for him so his nose doesn’t become as red as rudolphs. I miss being tender and affectionate and have tenderness, affection, and love showed to me.
I miss the little things that create a bond between two people and sharing my life with someone. I miss love.
A Couple’s Worst Nightmare: The Common Cold – DivineCaroline
The term Lily White has a long and ugly past as it applies to American history and its culture.
Specifically, the term Lily-White Movement, as defined by Wikipedia, was an anti-civil-rights movement within the Republican Party in the United States in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. The movement was a response to the political and socioeconomic gains made by African-Americans following the Civil War and the Thirteenth Amendment to the Constitution, which eliminated slavery. Black leaders gained increasing influence in the party by organizing blacks as an important voting bloc. Conservative white groups attempted to eliminate this influence and recover white voters who had defected to the Democratic Party.
“The lily white movement is one of the darkest and underexamined eras of US Republicanism.”
This movement is largely credited with driving blacks out of the Republican party during the early 20th century, setting the stage for their eventual support of the Democrats.
In essence, the movements goal was to suppress the votes (or in my opinion, the VOICE and Validity) of Black Americans.
As I began to speak up and speak out about a problem that touches far to many lives I realized pretty quickly that most people didn’t want to hear about the reality of the problem. It almost seemed as though the words I spoke offended a falsely innocent view of american culture and the violence that is going on in american children’s lives at the hands of adults, usually the adults that are closest to them.
A few definitions from around the web:
Defined by Double-Tongued.org
n. a person without a police record; someone who does not trigger suspicions; a clean-skin.
This particular definition is the one that solidified my decision to use the term as the Pseudonym I would blog under. I started blogging specifically because the subject of Childhood Sexual Abuse, a subject that has recently and violently thrust itself into mine and my family’s life, was one that seemed to offend the public so much so that even as a victim/survivor, speaking about any aspect of the issue is highly frowned upon publicly. As I understood it, if I wanted to speak up, if I wanted to talk about this issue, it would have to be done privately and somewhat UNDER THE RADAR, so to speak.
The bottom line is, MY VOICE WON’T BE SILENCED. I WON’T CONFORM AND SHUT UP. But like many things, sometimes the best approach is one that is the least abrasive, for the moment at least.
I have quoted Dr. King many times before on this blog. Here are some that have resonated with me:
He who passively accepts evil is as much involved in it as he who helps to perpetrate it. He who accepts evil without protesting against it is really cooperating with it.
Martin Luther King, Jr.
In the End, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.
Martin Luther King, Jr.
Nothing in the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity.
Martin Luther King, Jr.
Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.
Martin Luther King, Jr.
Martin Luther King, Jr.
The hottest place in Hell is reserved for those who remain neutral in times of great moral conflict.
Martin Luther King, Jr.
Martin Luther King, Jr.
2.) lil·y-white (ll-hwt, -wt)
1. White as a lily.
2. Beyond reproach; blameless.
3. Informal Excluding or seeking to exclude Black people.
2. Informal pure; irreproachable
3. US informal
a. discriminating against Blacks a lily-white club
b. racially segregated
Adj. 1. lily-white – restricted to whites only; “under segregation there were even white restrooms and white drinking fountains”; “a lily-white movement which would expel Negroes from the organization”
segregated, unintegrated – separated or isolated from others or a main group; “a segregated school system”; “a segregated neighborhood”
2. lily-white – of a pure white color.
achromatic, neutral – having no hue; “neutral colors like black or white
white as a lily
innocent and pure; unsullied: often used sarcastically
practicing discrimination against, or segregation of, nonwhites, esp. blacks
White Washing or White Washed has a specific meaning as well and I found would be appropriate to be included into the Pseudonym.
To white wash something would be To conceal or gloss over (wrongdoing, for example).
The biggest problem with CSA is the refusal of adults to acknowledge that there is a problem at all.
This post is a work in progress and may be revised…
- Mothers of childhood sexual abuse victims (lilywhitewash.wordpress.com)
- When childhood sexual abuse victims become footballs (dawneden.blogspot.com)
- One in Three Girls Under 18 Are Abused: Most Won’t Disclose; Washington DC Needs to Get Educated On the Subject (dckidsnews.wordpress.com)
- Caring For Survivors of Boyhood Sexual Abuse Is The Next Step In The Penn State Case (forbes.com)
- Teaching Kids About Sexual Abuse: It’s OK To Tell (npr.org)
- No Excuse for Non-reporting of Childhood Sexual Abuse (gofishministries.wordpress.com)
- Childhood sexual abuse and social shaming linked to health issues later (esciencenews.com)
- Is Child Sexual Abuse on the Rise? (scientificamerican.com)
- Protect Sexual Abuse Victims by Supporting the Child Victim’s Act (our-compass.org)
- CSA’s and Thoughts About How Hard It Is To Address Childhood Sexual Abuse (acuriouscure.wordpress.com)
- Purported ‘dad’ who sexually abused teen in his care receives 8 1/2 year sentence (calgaryherald.com)
Its seems shocking and a bit odd that I haven’t found any wordpress blogs written by or supporting the Mothers of childhood sexual abuse victims. Their are countless blogs on wordpress written by the victims themselves. Often written by a adult survivor of such abuse. Obviously the ability to blog about such a life altering experience offers a much needed outlet as well as some amount of emotional support and hopefully healing from such a large community. I, as the mother of a child who suffered sexual abuse, long to speak with, connect with and get feedback from woman (and men) who are living through the same hell I am.
If their is anyone out there who is the mother/father/caregiver who is suffering along side their child while fighting to protect them please leave me a comment.
I feel like there is a lack of moral and emotional support for the parent/s of such victims on wordpress.
Or if anyone knows of any wordpress blogs specifically devoted to parental support of victims of childhood sexual abuse please let me know.
I just wanna find others like me who can relate to this kind of trauma.
The image above is the property of The Star Online
Check out this astounding young ladys blog. Her story is heartbreaking. Her bravery is remarkable and her resolve to inspire change is heroic.
She is a warrior in my opinion, fighting to bring awareness to an epidemic of injustices suffered by children across the world. She fights not with her fists, but her body, in beautiful dance. A dance to bring awareness to the problem of childhood sexual assault. My message to her is to stay strong. You have an amazing opportunity to inspire change and bring awareness. Who knows how many young lives will be changed for the better through your stories and sharing your dance. Though I’ve never met her, I feel a strong bond forged by similar stories we’ve endured. She’s a warrior for the young and innocent. I admire her strength and send her much love and respect.
You can also read more about her mission and her story from The Star Online.
- Walking to Stomp Out Sexual Assault (indiancountrytodaymedianetwork.com)
- Calgary teen in court after alleged sexual assault of three boys in foster home (news.nationalpost.com)
- Bravery of a warrior (runimal800.wordpress.com)
So, it’s been 621 days, or, 1 year 8 months and 12 days since my children and my world came to a crashing halt.
I keep wondering why I havent healed yet. Why am I still so profoundly damaged and why can I not integrate back into the world with even a minute amount of success. What is wrong with me. I was diagnosed with PTSD which made me ask myself, does this mean I will never heal. And if I can recover, WHEN?
After beating myself up for failing to get on with life, I figure it might be time to assess the gravity, the magnitude, the reality of what was actually lost.
Before I go on, Please understand, I would have it no other way. The relief I feel knowing that my daughter had the guts to stand up and protect herself by telling her secret is remarkable. I am grateful for her bravery. I’m also relieved that her suffering has come to an end. However, I’m writing this blog post to get a better understanding of why I am having such a hard time healing from what was lost.
During some of my darkest, most painful days I recall describing what I was experiencing like this…
And all of this occurred in one day, in the blink of an eye. I went to bed one night and life was normal. I woke up to find everything I knew and loved had changed. Life from this moment forward would never be the same.
It’s funny because the above description is not exact, but for me, it’s the closest way I can describe how I feel and for the most part it’s the equivalent of the reality.
The Breakdown of what was lost
My husband was murdered
Everyone knows someone who has lost a spouse way to early. About ten years ago my husbands best friend died in a car accident. Of course we were devastated. After all, our friends had recently married, which we celebrated as a new and exciting beginning of two friends sharing a wonderful life together. In his death, he was buried and honored with a funeral where all of his loved ones were able to pay their respects to the deceased. There was closure. Sure, it was painful to say goodbye to a friend. There was peace in knowing we could visit his grave, place flowers on such a good friends final resting space should we desire.
The bottom line is, I have spent every day since midsummer of the year 2000 with my husband. I truly loved this man with every part of me. I was still in love with him, which is quite remarkable. heck, I’ve been in relationships where the flame is snuffed out, and pretty quickly to. But this wasnt the case with us. I still looked at him with passion, still thought he was the most gorgeous man I’d ever laid eyes on.
No, in reality my husband was not actually murdered. trust me, there is a weird part of me (the part that has never actually experienced what that might be like) that feels like this would be a less painful scenario. Had he been murdered I would have been able to bury the man I loved so deeply. I could still look at him with love. Me and my children could visit his grave and place flowers. A gravestone for me has recently become something tangible that you can go to when the person you held so dear is no longer there. My husband, my children’s father is no longer there. There’s nothing. THERES NOTHING. Just an empty space in my home and in my heart. I feel his absence in the depth of my guts. There’s nothing left but the good memories that swirl around the new and bad memories. I still can’t think of him, talk about him, look at his things, go to sleep next to the spot he occupied, and yes, survive every holiday without feeling the tremendous sense of loss of this person in my life. I miss the man I thought he was. I miss my best friend. I feel like it was my husband who murdered the man I loved.
My daughter was raped
This is such a painful thought that I still have a hard time thinking about it, much less writing candidly about the feeling and emotions that are buried in my mind and heart. And for that reason I’ll simply say… this is self explanatory…and move on to the next item.
My home was set on fire
I see news stories all the time about families displaced by fire. Families that are homeless in the matter of moments. Nothing left of the comforts of home but a heap of smouldering ash. This is tragic and reported as such on the news, usually with a cry for help and where good citizens can send donations to help out the newly homeless.
For my family, our home is on fire, burning just under the surface. It feels like the Alzheimer’s disease for the exiled. without an income, saving my home, my children’s home is useless. we’re just watching it smoke, waiting for the day that it’s all gone. The saddest part is, there aren’t any nor will there ever be any distress calls from the local news media for my family. We will lose our home. My children will lose the last bit of normalcy they have left. Childhood friends, classmates, routines that provide comfort will all be gone. I cannot explain what its like to walk into your house and know that the very sights, smells, and personal space that brings peace and shelters you from the cold hard world, just outside your door will be gone. I don’t know the date but I know its coming. My husband was ordered to pay the mortgage but he never has and my lawyer didnt push the issue. Because I was and still am absolutely broke, I’m unable to pay my lawyer. The last payment that was made on our family home was april 2010. I’m still in my home but its in foreclosure. I’m not sure how much longer before we are completely homeless.
My job was terminated
My husband and I started our own business in 2006. I took pride in working both with him outside of the home and as the accountant in the home. I wont lie, ive never loved doing receipts. I kinda despised getting all the paperwork prepared for taxes. But I did it, for years I did it. I did love the physical work though. It wasnt to difficult and I really loved going to work with my husband everyday. We were a team. We were business partners. We were best friends who got to hang out every day. I look back on these times fondly and unfortunately so. If I hated the daily grind than maybe that’d be one less good memory to grieve the loss of. Now my everyday is a struggle just to get to the end. Our business was and is a fairly profitable business. We did well for ourselves, making enough to live on and have a bit left over for the fun things in life. We enjoyed entertaining friends at our house, hosting the occasional get-together. He took the business. He was the only one we listed on the LLC. We never paid ourselves paychecks so I couldn’t file for unemployment. It’s as if I havent had a job since 2006. I miss enjoying my day-to-day life. I miss working and I miss the motivation I once enjoyed as a small business owner.
My bank account was robbed
Within the first week after the discovery and while I was still in shock at my mothers house, my husband cleared out our bank account. I had not a dollar to my name and three kids to support. This has not changed and I don’t expect that it will. He took every dime that we together made and saved and left me with nothing. I went to sleep one night with a certain degree of financial security and woke up to find I couldn’t even buy toilet paper. “I couldn’t even buy toilet paper” it’s what everyone who is running low on cash says…I had to steal toilet paper from a gas station bathroom. It’s not an exaggeration, it was our reality and it was humiliating. As something ive kept a secret from everyone I know including my children, its something I still cringe privately over.
So, what’s next
When I look at the list above it reads like the Holmes and Rahe stress scale, seriously. How much stress can one person suffer before they break? I’ll paste a link I found to a site where you can do a quick assessment. I don’t need to do the assessment to know that I’ve had a multitude of stressful life changing events happen in a short amount of time but after reading over it ive decided I need to get myself back into therapy. Heres the list:
Choose Life Events In the last 2 years, did any of the following happen in your life?
- Minor violations of the law
- Major holidays
- Major change in number of family get-togethers
- Change in eating habits
- Major change in sleeping habits (a lot more or a lot less than usual)
- Taking on a loan (car,etc.,)
- Major change in social activities (clubs,movies,visiting,etc.)
- Major change in usual type and/or amount of recreation
- Major change in church or temple activity (i.e.. a lot more or less than usual)
- Major changes in working hours or conditions
- Changes in residence
- Changing to a new school
- Trouble with boss
- Revision of personal habits (dress manners, associations, quitting smoking)
- Major change in living condition
- Spouse beginning or ceasing work outside the home
- Beginning or ceasing formal schooling
- Outstanding personal achievement
- Major change in responsibilities at work
- Son or daughter leaving home
- Trouble with in-laws
- Foreclosure on a mortgage or loan
- Taking on a mortgage (for home, business, etc.)
- Change in number of arguments with spouse
- Change to a different line of work
- Death of close friend
- Change in financial state
- Sexual Difficulties
- Gaining a new family member(ie.,birth,adoption)
- Major business readjustment
- Older adult moving in
- Change in the health/behavior of a family member
- Marital reconciliation with mate
- Retirement from work
- Being fired at work
- Personal injury or illness
- Detention in jail or other institution
- Death of close family member
- Marital Separation from mate
- Death of spouse
I don’t know how long my pain will be so raw but I pray that it wont be forever.
- PTSD & Deception = backward progress (chrissyadventures.wordpress.com)
- Help for Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (everydayhealth.com)
- Tell Me Im Not Crazy (socyberty.com)
- Should I act differently around my husband who has PTSD? (zocdoc.com)
- How Trauma Leads to Depression (everydayhealth.com)
- Understanding the biology of PTSD (medicalxpress.com)
How many stories in a persons life will forever remain unwritten? How many stories in a persons life will never be, due to fear?
The image is of the exact amount of time my youngest daughter has suffered without seeing her daddy. She loves him very much. I can only pray he gets his issues worked out, for her sake.
Its 4am and I can’t get to sleep. I’ve already cleaned out my closet. Hung some curtains and relocated some of my moms clothes to another closet. The thing is, today is going to be a bittesweet day. It has huge potential for being a day that open up the proverbial can of worms. Im not a huge fan of worms, even the packaged sort. Ugh, im crossing my fingers and hoping for the best.
It seems as though I’ve found myself unprepared to stay afloat in this angry sea of life. I think I’m gonna need a miracle, and a few prayers.
Things you would have never thought of. My daughter said she was scared tom was gonna kill her. At first I wasn’t sure if she meant because she told what he was doing. The next time she said it I asked why she was so worry he was gonna break in and kill her. She said its because that’s what child molesters always do.
Omg, I never realized that the only thing she knows about child molesters was likely seen on the news when a child abduction and eventual rape and murder was being reported. She thought that that was the next step in the process of his abuse.
Shocking and eye opening, her fear was intense. Her abuse was a crime. Her recovery will be endless and her spirit to survive is great.
She’s my little hero.
I gotta force myself to go to sleep so I can work tonight. Poor sleeping habits is really hard on my health. Maybe instead of half fixin everything all at one time I should just try to fix one thing all the way then move on to the next pressing issue. Maybe, today I will decide to work only on my poor sleep hygeine. That’s gotta be worth something. Ill shoot for a bedtime of 11 and all electronic devices of by twelve.
All I can say is: wish me luck cause its either luck or a mallot, lol.
I have taken Darkness to Lights prevention program. Unfortunately it was after the fact. I am now a STEWARD FOR CHILDREN and encourage anyone who reads this post to visit the links to both the article I’ve quoted below written by Anny Jacoby, A Personal Safety Expert and Coach. You will also find a vast amount of helpful links and resources on her site.
ReBlogged article from Anny Jacobys website:
In the past thirty years the field of investigation, identification, and treatment for children who have experienced sexual abuse has progressed and changed tremendously. But child sexual abuse prevention had remained relatively unchanged—teach kids about good touch/bad touch, tell them to say no, and teach them to tell a trusted adult if something happens. But this set of strategies puts a weighty burden on the slender shoulders of children. Most people who sexually abuse children are not only known to the child but trusted by the child and their family. Teens and adults who abuse children can easily confuse and shame a child into silence. Most victims of child sexual abuse do not disclose their abuse; leaving the victims to struggle alone with the emotional fall-out from the abuse.
Darkness to Light has developed a child sexual abuse prevention training, Stewards of Children, that puts the burden of preventing child sexual abuse on the shoulders of adults. Stewards of Children aims to teach the facts about child sexual abuse and increase the protective behaviors of adults. It encourages adult participants to learn the facts about child sexual abuse, to review the policies and procedures of the child serving agencies and communities of which they are a part, and encourages all child serving staff know what to do if a child discloses abuse to them.
The reality of child sexual abuse is hard to face in both its prevalence (some experts estimate that 1-4 girls and 1-6 boys are sexually abuse before their 18th birthday) and its impact. The Chapel Hill-Carrboro and the Chatham YMCA, North Carolina has decided to face the harsh reality of child sexual abuse and has started the YMCA Community Coalition for Awareness and Prevention of Child Sexual Abuse. Community awareness meetings (Prevent Now!, one hour) are available as well as Darkness to Light prevention training, Stewards of Children, (2.5-3 hours) for interested community groups (day/evening and weekend training available).
Preventing Child Sexual Abuse-An Adult’s Responsibility
- Child Sexual Abuse and Mental Health (rcasa.wordpress.com)
- Anny Jacoby Facilitating Darkness to Light’s Stewards of Children Program (imaginepublicity.com)
- The Aftermath of Childhood Sexual Abuse (everydayhealth.com)
- Lauren’s Kids and EZBloomers.com Partners to Promote Sexual Assault Prevention for Mother’s Day (prweb.com)
- Signs of Child Sexual Abuse (volunteermanual.wordpress.com)
- Common Myths About Child Sexual Abuse and Incest (socyberty.com)
- Healing From Emotional Trauma (everydayhealth.com)
- This Friday’s TAALK-A-THON to Discuss Why 1 in 4 Girls and 1 in 6 Boys are Sexually Abused Before Age 18 (prweb.com)
I’m going back to the start
- all time favourite song. (rachelreminiscence.wordpress.com)
I hate missing you, mainly because you don’t exist anymore. In reality, what I’m missing is the memory of the person you were. I don’t know if that person ever really existed but I miss the memories of who you pretended so well to be. It feels like missing the love of your life that exists only in a dream. I fear I will forget what you look like. All of the lines on your face and the shape of your fingernails. I fear I will forget the precise place on your chest that the tip of my nose measured up to when you hugged me or when I would bury my face in your chest. I fear I will never again see the shade of blue that made your eyes so beautiful. I fear, if I allow myself the luxury of letting you go so that missing you won’t be so painful, I fear, I fear with all of my heart that I will forget you. The YOU that you where to me for so long. The YOU that was the most wonderful thing in my life. The YOU that died on April 2nd 2010. I hate missing YOU!