In my most recent session with E., we had two topics to discuss. One was for me to share with her my writing about Stephen. Stephen is one of the goblins from my past who haunts me periodically. He pokes at me from every angle and tells me I am dirty, cheap, disgusting. He wants me to believe that I should be too ashamed to show my face in the world. I thought I had succeeded in making him somewhat smaller than he used to be. But clearly not small enough, as I found myself unable to hand my writing over to E.
“I think I need to do some editing first,” I told her.
“Ok,” she said. “What kind of editing did you want to do? Fixing some typos? Adding more details? Taking something out?”
None of the above, actually. It’s just a stalling tactic, and she knows it.
“I think I’m just not entirely comfortable handing it over. I guess I still feel ashamed of it.”
“You are worried it will change the way I’ll see you?” E. asked. “You think I will judge you the way you have judged yourself?”
I know I can trust E. And yet there’s still a fear that with the full story about Stephen (much of it previously described here), she will see me the way I have seen myself. Though I have used the word “rape” to talk about it, it feels like I was far too complicit in what occurred to justify that word. So one of my edits will be to take out that word. I walked into that and let it all happen.
At the same time, I don’t want to be too hard on myself when I remember Stephen. I knew and yet didn’t know what would happen. I had never developed an ability to sense danger. I had spent years hating myself and felt I deserved mistreatment. There are real reasons that this assault occurred.
But I didn’t say all of this to E. Instead we talked about a phrase she uses often: Go only as fast as the slowest part of you feels safe to go. (This is also the name of a book she likes and which I just ordered.) We decided that at least some part of me didn’t feel safe to go there yet and held that topic for another day.
“Taking my time so I’ll feel safe” is a gentle interpretation that part of me likes. But another part says I am not succeeding in my effort to “be brave.” I’m avoiding the hard stuff.
Ah well, perhaps it’s a journey with a very winding road.
CREDIT: Goblin image gratefully borrowed from the Lord of the Rings wiki
I think you’re right. It IS a winding road. Stuff just doesn’t get easy to face overnight.
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“Overnight” makes me smile, given that this is something that happened 15 years ago… but of course most of that time I wasn’t trying to face it at all.
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I think that is why it can’t happen quickly. Part of the symptoms to not face it.
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I love how insightful you are and how YOU dictate how fast or how slow you want to process your stuff AND that your therapist is not pressuring you to follow a time line. Abrazos amiga xx
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She is good and in many ways encourages me to develop my own intuition, my own sense of what I am ready for and what I am not. She tells me I don’t have to power through everything. This is a huge lesson for me to learn, something that applies to many parts of my life.
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Que bueno! Me da mucho gusto leer eso 🙂
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I’m so glad that you chose not to share when you were not ready to. I, personally, think you should not take the word rape out. I think it was not consensual sex at all. You needed a place to stay, he offered, and then took something that was not his to take. Just like your father. Of course, you couldn’t say no. That is what you were taught. It takes time to find your voice and you had not yet.
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But I was grown up by then. And I knew, at some level, what he was like. I could have left before it got all scary. The fact is that I didn’t, and this is the piece that makes me ashamed and makes me afraid to share it with E.
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I know. But you did not know then what you know now. You were vulnerable. You did not know how to leave or say no. You were probably dissociated. Maybe the Girl was driving the bus. But, you know now. You , the adult, are driving the bus. It won’t happen again. I did a crazy thing its the abusers when I was in my 20’s. It’s almost impossible to be all the way grown up and not let the little kid parts drive the bus when you’ve experienced what you did. At least before lots of good therapy.
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Thank you, thank you, these are enormously comforting words to read. My challenge is to get to a place of fully believing those words and forgiving myself.
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Idk. I think knowing when to slow down or speed up is also an act of bravery. Self-care, to me, is courageous. You’ll share when you’re ready.
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I wonder. There could be a fine line between “knowing when to slow down” and “chickening out.” ???
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Haha, fair point. But I have been reading your blog long enough to think you’d probably go for it…in time 🙂
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Healing has no timeline. It seems you are well on the road but you are aware that you still have a journey ahead. I think you are doing well.
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Sometimes I just want to be done with the journey! But you are right, I know I am not finished yet, and some pieces will just wait until they are ready.
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You will know when the time is right. Love and Light ❤
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I think you actually are being brave about Stephen by even considering to open up those very painful and scary memories and emotions. You will share when you are ready, and “chickening out” just sounds really judgmental to me. There is no mandate on healing and growth, you know? You could avoid and repress and bury those feelings forever, but you’re considering how and when to share them. That sounds really brave to me.
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I probably do have an unrealistic idea about what the pace of progress should be.
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I think the fact that you were able to own up to not wanting to share the info – rather than use excuses – points to your courage. You’re not chickening out.
I have similar incidents in my past, and yes: I question my complicity every day. I use the ‘R’ word then back step; it wasn’t that bad, I let it happen, etc. A violation is a violation; doesn’t matter if you were conditioned to accept it. ❤
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That’s exactly what I have been trying to tell myself tonight, as I was writing in my journal. Complicity doesn’t matter if it was a traumatic experience. I still deserve to heal from the trauma of it. The words sound right but I’m clearly not yet fully convinced…
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❤ I understand. Me too.
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[…] story from past with E. I’ve worked with her for a very long time, and I do trust her. But I wasn’t able to give her the story I’d written […]
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It doesnt matter what you did. It wasnt your fault. He assaulted you. You did not deserve that. Your body is your own and no one else’s no one has a right to hurt you! XX
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[…] scene in my head shifted again, this time to the scene in Steven’s apartment that horrible night. Same place, same people, but instead of acquiescing, I was protesting. Really protesting, telling […]
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