Preparing to speak to Dalton today.
- I feel safer living alone. Living with my parents and keeping the secret of incest, I felt vulnerable and that anything bad could happen at any time. Living now with Mag I realize that the presence of someone in my living space (permanently) is a challenge to my sense of physical and emotional security. My last year at Grier I chose to live alone in senior dorm. The 10 years I lived by myself on Bryant I felt safe. The exception (maybe) would be Kate. I am not clear on that yet.
- My presence in this opposite bookend of my life is contributing to recovered memories. I believe that the influx of negativity, fear is connected more to my childhood than the years in between.
- Getting old is like being young. More vulnerable. My 60's are contributing to my sense of personal and emotional safety. More ptsd trauma response.
- Big and burly and in the front of the room I felt the safest.Big and burly in my 40's I could move. Not in my 50's I became immobile and did not feel safe so I lost weight, and exercised to feel stronger and physically safe.
- Keeping secrets again. The middle of my life I experienced a powerful healing given to me by going public and being an artist and an activist. In my mind I am attached to the idea that this is the way to heal now.Going public. How public and to whom?
- Confession: Wonder how much Catholic dogma which I rejected, remains and governs my ability to heal.
- Sharing our stories with people who have earned the right to hear them through trust is healing. I am not alone. What i feel what I have experienced has been felt by others as good as, worse and better than myself. It is liberation.
- Public vs, private. So this little girl was publicly shamed and humiliated. Maybe the public confession is a way to say I am not ashamed, you cannot humiliate me, I have taken back my power by telling you publicly .. and there is the rub. What was I saying publicly? I'm ok. You didn't mark me you didn't damage me, this was not my fault, you oppressed me and I have come out from under that and I function and even thrive. I got the satisfaction that I was helping other women do the same and educating the oppressors to stop by taking responsibility for their participation in the oppression. It is retribution.
- Conditioning. Reading about conditioning made me v sad made me cry and upset for the whole day or maybe more.
- More aware of triggers.Hands of an older man. Cosby stories. Campus rape. Prominence of assault (language included) against women in art culture and media.I can now when sitting in meetings, relax my shoulders, take deep breaths, remind myself of what is happening in my body may not relate to the situation I am in in that moment. I am aware of how much brain space this takes up. I can feel flight or fight
- More aware of behaviors. Getting to places early, I control the environment and my safety. Always feeling I have to have the answer so no one sees me as weak. If I am seen as weak (little girl) then I am at risk.
- What Bobby did and why. What I did and why. What was I getting? Attention from someone in my family besides my father. The early back-rubs felt affectionate and comforting and loving. I was special to him like I was with my father. By the point in time when it was more than that when it became masturbation and oral sex and I no longer felt good, it felt icky, it felt bad. It wasn't special anymore it was a dirty secret. I was a bad person. I just laid still, eyes closed pretending to be asleep, like it was not happening. I gave no response.
- Sexual expression outside of incest. Neighborhood kids sought me out for let's play doctor. Junior High school boys were threatened by me and had not clue what to do with me.. My girlfriends in High school came to me for advise on sex. Sarah recognized it in me. My lovers too. Always it was...Yeah I knew you would be.... I had been owning this as "what was wrong with me? Why? Because I was conditioned young to be sexual for someone else's pleasure...and to keep it secret...and that became a part of my identity.
- Guilt and shame attached to stopping it NOT UNTIL age 12/13. Why did I let it go on for so long? Let it go on? That's ridiculous. How could I until I was older, stronger, taller, was in my second year at Grier which was empowering to me and gave me the first independence from my parents. I had been on my own at boarding school and I was thriving. That's when I COULD stop it. When I did say no from behind a closed bathroom door, I didn't know the outcome. I was risking a lot. Well I believed I was. Bobby was never violent towards me, never yelled at me, but he could have started that day.
- what is interesting is.. if I have this right .. again a connection between vulnerability based on age...
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