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Breaking the Chains of Abuse
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Breaking the Chains of Abuse

October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month. I could begin with startling statistics of “a woman is battered by her spouse every x seconds” or cite how many people die yearly at the hands of their partner. I’m sure the numbers would be sobering, scary, and sickening. They’re valuable numbers but sometimes they’re hard to reconcile. Would they alone move you to help or to recognize the signs in a friend or family member who may be on the receiving end of abuse? Sometimes we assume abuse is visible.  It isn’t always. Not all domestic abuse leaves a physical mark. Although when we think of an abusive situation, we may immediately think of a woman donning sunglasses to cover a blackened eye or long sleeves to cover bruises on her arms, physical abuse is not the only abuse that’s both painful and damaging.

Verbal and emotional abuse is typically invisible. It doesn’t leave a mark…on the outside. The scars and wounds that verbal and emotional abuse leave are usually hidden, often deep inside the victim.  In an ongoing abusive relationship of this type, the wounds sometimes rarely have a chance to heal over before they’re jabbed again, reopened and bleeding. The abuse is sometimes subtle to the casual observer. The abuser goes to great lengths to hide what he (or she) is up to. But for the person on the wrong end of the pain, it’s devastating, injurious, and demoralizing.

My experience with this is intimate. I was the abused. It was lonely, isolating, and humiliating. I felt I couldn’t confide in anyone because the behavior was so demeaning (and sometimes bizarre) that I felt no one could possibly understand and that everyone would judge. I never felt I deserved it or asked for it, but I also never understood it. I felt like he just couldn’t feel adequate unless he was making someone else (me) feel inadequate.  His deep need to feel superior and important fueled him and any time he could see me rise above his abuse, he would lay it on even harder to push me back down. He couldn’t tolerate me having any success or attention. It was all about power and manipulation and maintaining control over another person. It took me a long time to realize the things he called me and said about me had nothing to actually do with me, but they had everything to do with him.

The abuser in this sort of situation is usually savvy.  He or she knows when to strike and how. They are astute in knowing how much they can get away with in front of others and still come off looking like a devoted spouse. They are often narcissistic, blaming their significant other for anything and everything, because they (the abuser) are never at fault, not for anything. They cannot accept responsibility for their actions and regularly tell tall tales, tales in which they are always the hero. They pride themselves on being good providers, champions for their families, veritable saviors, so say their public personas.   All the while, they are berating the person they are supposed to cherish, at every turn. “You’re not good enough.”  “You don’t dress right.” “You can’t cook.” “You don’t really think you can accomplish that, do you?” “You’re lucky you have me or you’d be nowhere.”  “Nobody else could ever love you as much as I do.” They lead their mate to believe that the only thing that gives them the slightest amount of value is the fact that they (the abuser) give them the time of day.

Sometimes the abused start to believe the lies. Maybe they really don’t have value. Maybe they really don’t have anything to offer. Maybe they really are lucky to have him or her, because they’d be lost otherwise. Sometimes they just give up and give in, resigning themselves to the (false) fact that this is the type of existence they deserve, that this is all they will ever have, and that they just have to endure it. But they also probably very secretly wish their mate would just haul off and smack or punch them. Violent though it may sound, the physical pain would heal faster and hurt less than the emotional pain they feel with every insult slung at them.  And sometimes, they get their wish.  Often verbal and emotional abuse is a gateway to physical violence.

The world outside looks happier than the dark existence in which you’re living. Photo: Courtesy David Pickett Photography

 

Please don’t discount this type of abuse. Mental, emotional and verbal abuses are just as damaging and lasting as any other type of abuse. It hurts and wears on a person. People suffering with this need help just as much as any other type of abusive relationship. And many times things escalate into the physical. If you suspect a friend or loved one may be involved in a relationship of this nature, listen to your gut. Make note of those subtle, backhanded comments from the spouse or other suspicious behavior. Be available for them both and willing to help if the situation deems necessary. Everyone says a cross word to someone they love at some point or other and they’re sorry, make amends, and move on. But when it’s a habit and a means of controlling another individual, it’s abuse as sure as anything and it’s as painful as a fist to the face.

If you’re going through this lonely walk of pain, please know you’re not alone. You have nothing  to be ashamed about. You are good enough. You are worthy. Reach out to a trusted friend for help because you are worth saving. 

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Just Breathe

photo (53)Breathe.  It’s one of my very favorite words.  I like how it looks, I like how it sounds, and I like the feeling it evokes. I like it so much that a few years ago I had a necklace made that was simply inscribed “breathe…” Life gets busy and we get frazzled and sometimes we need that reminder to “just breathe.” When a friend told me about Breathe Christian Writers Conference, I knew I had to be a part of it and this past weekend, I was.

Writing is something that grabbed hold of my heart at a very early age.  I started writing stories at age five and I’ve never stopped. If I leave the house without my pen and notebook in my purse, I feel just as lost as if I’d left my cell phone behind. When I attended Breathe I was in similar company. It was the first time in a long time that I’d been around fellow writers, excited and eager to learn more about our craft.  Everyone at the conference had common threads; we love God, we love writing and we all have a story to tell. I became fast friends with a few aspiring authors which made the experience even more priceless.

I was in the presence of greatness, surrounded by brilliant already-published authors and aspiring yet-to-be-published writers.  One would think this could be an intimidating environment when you realize that some attendees are already published or writing professionally, but it was the opposite.  I was encouraged and inspired by others’ successes. There was a clear nurturing atmosphere.  Everyone there wanted to succeed in the writing world, but we also wanted our new friends to succeed as well.

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This was a unique opportunity to pick the brains of the experts. I had a one-on-one with a fabulously talented author who’s working on her 13th book and a second one-on-one with a sought-after agent.  The plenary sessions and breakout sessions alike offered such rich information, as proven by my copious notes. Some of the most valuable points I came home with were that we’re writers.  Being there, having this passion, it already makes us writers, regardless of what phase we’re in in this process. “Call yourself a writer,” we were told.  Say it out loud and often until we believe it. Perhaps the best piece of advice I personally took to heart was from our powerful keynote speaker, Julie Cantrell.  “Write like you’re writing between you and God,” she said. That’s what it really boils down to because God will choose when and with whom to share our message and guide our writing path and He’s composing a dazzling proposal with a tantalizing hook to promote us, all in His perfect timing.

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The Big Squeeze

It’s October and for me, that change of the calendar makes it officially the fall season.  For those of us who don’t love winter, we can usually fool ourselves into believing all of September is an honorary part of summer even though it tends to get cooler and of course, school starts.  But once October rings in, we can’t deny fall is truly here, at least not where I live.  It’s brisker outside, the air feels different, the sun is less shiny, and the leaves are rapidly changing to beautiful fire and jewel tones.  October is Sweetest Day, Halloween, and many family birthdays.  But October is very significant, marked with pink bows as reminders to get “squished” at your annual mammogram.

Because this early detection test is so important, I decided to document my most recent mammogram in hopes of taking away some of the fear and anxiety that can often surround that dreaded test.  I won’t deny that mammograms are uncomfortable, even a little painful.  But they’re so quick and so worth it.  Remember, early detection is key to saving us from this disease!  Please don’t allow finances deter you from engaging in the yearly “boobie trap.”  Where I live, the medical center performs the test for free and I am certain this must be so in most areas.  If money is a concern, please make some phone calls and start with your local health department, inquiring about free or low-cost testing.

When I arrived at my mammogram appointment, I wasn’t anxious.  I started having yearly mamms in my mid-30’s so this has become old hat for me.  It’s not something I look forward to.  I don’t generally skip happily on my way to the exam room, but because it’s so important, I let health be the focus and not how the test is going to feel.  My maternal grandmother was a breast cancer survivor and like most of you probably do, I know many other courageous women who have fought or are fighting this heinous disease.

Once I signed in, I didn’t have to wait long at all before the mammographer  retrieved me from the relaxing waiting room (it even had a lovely fireplace!)  We went back into a suite complete with changing rooms, private waiting room, and of course, the exam rooms.  Things have improved on the mammography fashion front.  Gone is the snazzy paper gown. Instead, I got this royal purple kimono-type top.  It’s actual fabric!

1354When I finished the change, I got my own locker with key to store my personal items.  This was pretty handy because at previous appointments at other facilities I had to abandon my purse and clothes in a lockless and unattended room while I underwent the test, which made me feel even more vulnerable, so this locker was a happy surprise.

1355 My mammographer who was shy but accommodating when I asked her to join me in an “ussie” (as opposed to a “selfie), was wonderful.  She was refreshing and lighthearted and we had some good conversation throughout the appointment.  I can tell you, having medical personnel with a good sense of humor and kind bedside manner is imperative and makes the situation so much easier.

1357Next came the test itself.  Of course, I’m not showing pictures of that but we did simulate it with the machine for the purpose of this post.  The mammography machine doesn’t look so bad.  It isn’t intimidating.  There’s not really much more than this to see.  It’s some horizontal and vertical plates.  You’re squished a bit for sure, but it’s very momentary.  They do direct you not to breathe while they take the x-ray (like you have that choice!), but those few seconds of discomfort are nothing to fear.

1359I assure you that it’s not a torturous test like many women fear.  If you’ve had a mammogram, you would hopefully agree.  I’m sure every experience is unique but the minimal discomfort is honestly worth it because this is for our health.  This is hope.  Make your appointment if you haven’t had a mammogram this year.  Call your mother.  Call your sister.  Call your best friends.  Encourage them to make (and keep!) appointments.  Make them together.  There’s power and comfort in numbers.  Do this for your family and do this for yourself. Think Pink!