Mr. Moon came in last night and said, "I found your chicken."
And indeed he had. I have no idea how he found her where she's hidden which is in the midst of some junk over by a wall in the garage. Well, Mr. Moon wouldn't call it junk. He'd call it stuff-he-might-need-someday. And he's probably right.
The point is, though, that Violet is indeed brooding although I can't see any eggs because I can barely see her, and I sure am glad she's still around. I always get worried when a hen's on the nest. They barely move or eat or drink for three weeks. That's a long time. She seems to have found a decent place but if a coon or a possum smelled her, they could easily get to her. Chicken nature is chicken nature and human nature is human nature and I want to go and move that little wooden bowl with her and her eggs in it so bad. MY brain tells me that she'd be so much better protected in the chick box in the coop but I know damn well that once when we moved a nest of hatchlings and the mother in there a snake got in and ate two babies so it wasn't really that safe anyway. But she'd be closer to food and water, at least.
Best I suppose to just let her be and let her be the judge of all of that. She could have laid her eggs in that chick box to begin with but chose not to. She's a wily little half-wild thing so maybe she'll be okay.
I've been thinking all day long about an interview I heard on NPR today. It was on Fresh Air and the person Terry Gross was interviewing was a documentary film maker named Jennifer Fox who has made a "fictionalized memoir" film called The Tale and the subject is the sexual abuse she experienced at the hands of her male track coach and her female riding coach when she was 13. It sounds like a very powerful film and it's always a good thing in my opinion when the sexual abuse of a child or children is explored in an open and honest way. It helps not only the people who have been abused in their lives but also perhaps helps to prevent abuse of future possible victims. Ms. Fox insists on calling herself a "survivor" though and I understand that. I myself went to a sexual abuse survivor's group a long time ago and it helped me tremendously although it was horribly painful at the same time.
Nothing that Ms. Fox said in the interview shocked me but parts of what she said did disturb me. She talked a lot about how it's rarely acknowledged how many abused children truly loved their abusers. And indeed, she says that for thirty years she never truly thought of what had happened to her as abuse. She thought of it as a love story.
This blew my mind.
This is an intelligent, well-educated, aware woman who for thirty years kept this secret because she thought that no one would understand the sort of love she'd shared with these people.
And honestly? I'm not sure that she's yet come to a full and honest determination that love wasn't involved. Her words indicate that she does understand that but it felt to me that she is still somehow protecting them out of what seemed to be a distant memory of how she felt then.
"What happens ... is that there is a slow manipulation into the child's world by the adult in which the adult is showering love and attention on the child and making them feel special. And that's why it's often — if you talk to any prosecutor — hard for children to prosecute their abusers because they feel such a complicated feeling of love and appreciation and respect, and often that person may seem to the child to be the only adult that loves them."
But to me, it is exactly this- this manipulation of the love that a child so often feels for his or her abuser that is the greatest sin of all because the odds are very strong that the child will never grow up to be a person who can trust love. Who will be, at the deepest core, afraid to give love or to feel love because look what happened when he or she did.
Perhaps it is because Ms. Fox was thirteen when she was abused that she was able for so many years to tell herself that what had happened was love. At thirteen, even if a girl's body is not developed, her mind is probably already filled with ideas of love and romance and what they will be like. This may well be a cultural thing but it is a reality.
For me, at the earlier age of eight or nine, I did indeed feel very loved by my abuser at first. And oh, how I loved him! He was a new stepfather who literally stepped into our lives and filled the shoes of a daddy which I had so longed for. It seemed like a fairy tale that this tall, handsome man would become a part of our family and perhaps make our mother happy after so many years of what I now realize was her suffering from depression and who would be the father that my brother and I so sorely needed and wanted. He was kind and he was sweet to us. He took us on boat rides and gave us gifts. He made me feel beautiful and cherished which were two things I'd certainly never felt before.
All of this right up until he actually married my mother and they got back from their honeymoon and he began to molest me.
I tried so hard to keep the fantasy of this loving daddy alive but with that first touch I knew somehow that this was all so very, very wrong and I began to fear him instead of loving him.
And then eventually, to hate him.
Well, survivors of sexual abuse all have their own stories even though, as I discovered in the group meetings I attended, there were themes which were repeated over and over again.
And Ms. Fox's memories and her feelings and her emotions and her ways of coping are as valid as anyone's.
I don't have anything to say to tie all of this up neatly in a pretty bow to present to you. If there's one thing I know about sexual abuse, there truly is no end to the repercussions whether we realize they are repercussions or not.
I just know that I am grateful for a life where I've had the advantage of knowing from an early age that what was done to me was wrong and for the opportunity to find a therapist who knew what she was doing and who helped me to the extent that she probably saved my life. Not to mention the love which my family has given me over the years and a husband who has had to put up with far more pain than he probably ever bargained for and certainly did not deserve.
I'm going to go make him some noodle soup.
Thanks for all the good wishes about my little hen, Violet.
They mean a lot to me.
Your open discussion about abuse here helps all of us who read it. This is a source for me for learning. As for Violet, I will now commence with worrying about her safety in the garage!ReplyDelete
I'm glad that I can be a source for learning. That makes me feel like I'm doing my job.Delete
Don't worry about Violet- that little lady hen is smart as hell.
Like for Jill, your discussion does help me understand a little more. How much longer do you think Violet will need to stay on her hidden nest?ReplyDelete
Twenty-one days is the usual time it takes to hatch. That's a long time!Delete
I am in awe that you survived what you did and that you are a warm, loving mother, wife and grandma. Thank you for sharing this and I'm glad Violet is ok.ReplyDelete
Trust me- I am not the only person who ever survived and lived on to create a good family. Sometimes we break the chain of abuse by doing exactly the opposite of what was done to us. I hope to hell I've done that.Delete
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you have helped me survive and for that i am grateful. it can never make sense, the only person who is kind to you is also the very same person that takes from you something they have no right to access.
control alt delete as a coping skill doesn't work forever- i think i figured that out around the same time i started writing about my crappy relationship which i kept trying to reset or delete the bad things....
Yeah. You can only keep that shit walled up for so long and then it's all going to bust out and we have to deal with the mess. None of it is fair, is it? And it's all damn hard.Delete
You know you have a very special place in my heart, right?
this is a post most worthy, Mary. I have never known what to do or think about our "funny Uncle", I am still confused, is it the patriarchy that allows? You do help me work it through , though. I am forever grateful.ReplyDelete
Funny uncles are often abusers. No doubt about that. And if you had one, you probably suffer from the effects to this day in ways you've never really considered. At the very least, you learn not to trust and that sucks.Delete
I get this and the love and pain are so complicated and twisted, especially when you need the adult for your very survival. And the hope for a normal life after such abuse is lost for many. I am in awe of the family you’ve created, which shows is possible for some. I hope Violet does well.ReplyDelete
It's the endless layers of the onion, isn't it? You peel one layer off and then there's about a thousand more. I realize now I'll never understand all of it but still, I do the best I can. Which is what all of us do.Delete
I hope Violet does well too. That hen is one hell of a survivor!
And I am another that you help, Mrs moon. Selfless, beautiful soul that you are. XxxReplyDelete
Here's hoping tenacious violet has a happy ending. Xx
I am so far from selfless but I am glad I have been able to help you in any way possible. Thank you for those sweet words.Delete
I'm glad violet has been found. and I think I caught part of that interview on my way home from yoga. I remember her saying that she didn't think of it as abuse because she thought love was involved.ReplyDelete
And that's what breaks my heart.Delete
Glad to hear Violet was found and just in Mommy Mode. Trigger Post absolutely, I was older so I didn't have the range of emotion a younger Child or younger Teen might have had... but I would suspect the range of emotion can be as vast as the particular circumstances of the violation. Everyone feels what they feel about experiences in life no matter how bad the experiences are... so many times coping mechanisms are mysterious as to how anyone survives anything that is very traumatic. Perhaps because of my own experience it is still one of the most revolting of crimes to me and I never feel the punishment of the perp ever matches the lifetime of torment of the victims.ReplyDelete
I'm with you, Bohemian. I swear to god- I can rationalize murder sometimes better than I can rationalize the abuse of a child in any way. And you are right- it's a lifetime of torment. We can learn to live with it but it's always there.Delete
"Best I suppose to just let her be and let her be the judge of all of that. She could have laid her eggs in that chick box to begin with but chose not to. She's a wily little half-wild thing so maybe she'll be okay."ReplyDelete
That sounds like hard-won wisdom to me.
Due to my experiences as a child, I am acutely aware of anything that could possibly be abuse of a child whether it be sexual, physical or emotional or any combination of the three. Being abused by those one depends on for survival or guidance is devastating, as you and so many of us know. Each time childhood abuse is addressed in the media, more survivors are able to realize that what happened to them was not love but abuse. Thank you for continuing to address this issue of intergenerational trauma. The cycle of abuse can be and will continue to be broken.
Thank you, am. I am a strong believer in speaking out. There is no shame in being a survivor. The shame does not belong to us. And every time we speak out and up, someone somewhere benefits. I believe this.Delete
Darling Mary, I think your openness with what happened to you, and your clarity about the complexities, helps people who read here immeasurably. I love you so.ReplyDelete
I love YOU so. Absolutely and down to my bones.Delete
Thank you, yet again, and always. You write with such clarity about something I've rarely written about publicly though today I can say I am extremely grateful to three therapists. They helped me save myself, and it really does help to know one is not alone and worth loving.ReplyDelete
And that's it, isn't it e? To know what we are not alone and that we are worth loving. I know that and yet sometimes it's so hard to FEEL that. And I think that this causes me to hurt others and it prevents me from living my truest life. Which sucks. I keep working at it though. I do.Delete
Thank you for your openess. It touched me deeply, I would very much sit beside you and hold your hand for a while.ReplyDelete
And that touches my heart to its core. Thank you, Sabine. I would gladly sit and hold your hand.Delete
I am so glad Violet turned up and I hope she keeps herself and her babies safe in that secluded spot. As you said, she probably knows what she's doing.ReplyDelete
I'm sure that many people who survive sexual abuse tell themselves a lot of things to, if not justify the abuse, then make it more bearable. I think abusers tell themselves a lot of things, too. And somehow love, or twisted ideas of love, are tied up in all that. But of course it's just abuse and victimization and love has nothing to do with any of it.
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