My son got mad at me this morning. It's not really surprising or notable when a teenager gets mad at his parents, it's part of their emotional development and really appropriate, but this was notable because I've been waiting for this to happen for a few years. Last night my son had a dream in which he confronted my ex-boyfriend from my long term abusive relationship and it made him re-examine his feelings about what happened. He wanted to protect me from him and he couldn't do it. Underneath his anger there is fear and sadness, from the little boy who watched his mother get hurt over and over again and could do nothing about it. He couldn't protect himself and he couldn't protect me. He can't see it right now all he can see is the anger and that's okay, that's his vehicle to get to the deeper emotions that accompany the anger.
That being said, it's important to acknowledge that he has every right to be angry with me; I blew it. I failed to protect my son and I failed to protect myself, these are inextricably intertwined. When we fail to protect ourselves and allow ourselves to be abused we hurt our children. Research has shown that for children it's actually less damaging to be abused than it is to witness another family member's abuse, especially a parent's a abuse. I can agree with that. If I just ignore the anger and try to get to the underlying emotions, I will do him a disservice.
There is a lot that I need to be aware of as a parent and as a person. To say this isn't about me is on the one hand true, it's about my son and the effects of his experience during this abusive period in our lives. But it is about me inasmuch as if I am not present, if I don't take responsibility for the what happened during that time, and if I don't do my emotional work so that I can be an effective and protective parent then I am failing him all over again. There is no wimping out here, that is not an option. His anger is both justified and appropriate. He needs to be able to express it and he needs me to be able to listen and to accept responsibility for the choices I made that drastically affected his life. Basically he needs me to be an adult about this. That means there's no room for denial or self-pity. It means that when he expresses his anger I have to accept it with my eyes wide open and provide a safe place for him to express it, acknowledging the truth of what he is saying.
He's a smart kid. He doesn't need platitudes, he doesn't really even need an apology right now. He needs to know that I love him through his anger, that I'll keep walking right next to him, that I know what I did and that I accept responsibility for my actions and their affect on him, and that I'll never let that happen again. Will he believe me? No, he doesn't trust me and why would he? I've given him no reason to believe what I'll say, I threw that opportunity out the window when I let my ex come back into our lives and hurt us again. I have to earn that trust every day by being an adult and a responsible parent and providing him the resources to process his hurt and his anger in a way that will allow it to become a strength and not a poison.
The work I have had to do on myself is separate from the work that lies between my son and I, but it's part of the foundation of being able to be the parent he needs as he seeks to come to terms with what he experienced during this time. It's really easy to try and hide from all of this, it doesn't feel good to look at the child you created and know that failed him. People have told me I didn't fail him, I had issues, there were reasons why I stayed in that relationship and allowed both of us to be abused, I shouldn't be so hard on myself. Bullshit. I failed my kid and that's not a statement made as a martyr, that's a statement made with full understanding of what it means to be a parent and the responsibilities that come with that role when we accept it.
Being an adult means that I don't beat myself up for what happens and indulge in a lot of guilt and self-pity. It means I look at what happened honestly, I accept what that means and the consequences that created and I get up, dust myself off and I face the problem. I can't take my son's anger away and I shouldn't. I can't go back in time and fix what happened, it's done. But I can be the parent my son has always needed every single day, right now, and never forget the lessons learned from that experience; and when we mess up as parents that's exactly what we need to do.
Be angry, my son. Tell me how I screwed up and what that did to you and what it means to you today. Tell me why all of those experiences make you so angry; explore it, express it, let it be real because you've hidden it away too long trying to protect me. I don't need you to protect me, I'm an adult I can protect myself, but I will not protect myself from your anger because it's real, it has value and it is justified. I will be there for every word you have to say. I will accept the truth of your experiences, I will accept responsibility and I will do better. I will love you through it all, I will not hide and I will provide the resources you need to craft the expression of your anger into a healing process so you can be free of the hurt and become an adult yourself in the true sense of the word. And when your anger has run it's course I will still be there loving you. And above all, my son, I will never forget for one moment that I wasn't the parent you needed me to be and I will never let that happen again.
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Saturday, June 2, 2012
Forgiveness
I just recently read a wonderful newsletter about forgiveness, by Robert and Diane Masters. Forgiveness has been a powerful topic for me in the last year, it was a word I worked with intentionally and consciously. Having worked with rape victims and experiencing abuse in my own life, I know how difficult forgiveness can be, but I also know how important it is.
Forgiveness is directly related to love; eventually love for the other person, but ultimately love for ourselves. It is also a two-sided coin as we don't just have to forgive the people who have hurt us, but we also need to forgive ourselves for putting ourselves in situations where we were hurt. That doesn't mean we deserved what happened to us, or even that it was our fault, but we do have to take responsibility for the actions we took that put us in the position to be hurt in the first place.
It's easy for me to look back on my past relationships and feel angry, hurt, and justified in holding on to those feelings, but the truth is I am hurt more by holding on to those feelings because I am blocked from the self-love and Universal love that is always there for me. If I can't forgive those who have hurt me, I cannot forgive myself for allowing myself to be hurt and therefore I cannot move into a place of self-love that the hurt parts of my psyche so desperately need.
My dear boyfriend once said, and I'm paraphrasing here, that all people, even those who hurt others, are trying to achieve grace. There are those who have better tools than others to seek grace, but it's really what we all want. When people are hurtful, abusive, violent it really speaks to their inner pain and their inability to find that grace within themselves; that alone is a reason for compassion. How horrible it is to crave that divine love, the beauty and peace of grace, and never feel as though you can achieve it.
The people who have hurt me in my life are all people who are in deep pain and probably always will be. They caused me pain out of their own deep pain, not because they are evil. As someone who strives to bring love and healing to others, I cannot ignore the cries of pain that their actions belie. My own heart hurts at those expressions of pain and because of that, I can forgive.
I don't have to hold on to my pain and anger as a way to continually punish them (and ultimately myself), their lives are punishment enough. Instead I can forgive them and even love them in a certain way, knowing that they are doing the best they can with a very poor and unsuitable tool kit with which to do better. Has it been easy? Certainly not! In my weaker moments, when I am tired, stressed, overwhelmed or just a bit down, those feelings of anger and hurt can easily come creeping back in. But then I remember who I am and who we all are, that we are all beings on a journey trying to reach grace. In my worst moments, my own inability to achieve grace hurts. I understand that pain and then, I can understand their pain.
Forgiveness is one of the many paths to love, for ourselves and to others. It provides a deep healing that doesn't excuse the pain others have caused us, but allows us to see it in a different light. When we can forgive we move from a place of victimization, a place stuck in the past, into the glorious present, where hopefully, we are not being hurt anymore.
I will never be able to change the fact that I have been hurt, but I don't have to live there anymore, because that is no longer my life. In my journey to heal I have come to a place where I am loved and cared for by many people, and although I still have contact with a couple of people who have hurt me in the past, I am no longer hurt by them anymore, because their path to causing me pain has been paved over by the love and forgiveness I have worked for. Do they still annoy me sometimes? Yes, but that is more about my expectations that they be different than anything they do.
The power to not be hurt by others ultimately lies in our hands. When we are taken by surprise, or have specific expectations of another's behavior we can be hurt; I can still be hurt. But what I am no longer is a victim, because now I have the tools to understand where that hurt comes from within me. The focus is no longer on those who hurt, but how I am vulnerable within myself to be hurt. That's actually an empowering perspective. When I understand the source of that within me, I then have the power to transform that hurt into deeper understanding and strength, which ultimately leads me to forgiveness and love.
Forgiveness is difficult, but it is also vital to our well-being and our own growth. It takes time and a lot of work, but the love and grace we receive and then can give, through forgiveness, is worth every effort we can make. Love yourself enough to forgive and eventually you will find enough love to embrace the world.
Forgiveness is directly related to love; eventually love for the other person, but ultimately love for ourselves. It is also a two-sided coin as we don't just have to forgive the people who have hurt us, but we also need to forgive ourselves for putting ourselves in situations where we were hurt. That doesn't mean we deserved what happened to us, or even that it was our fault, but we do have to take responsibility for the actions we took that put us in the position to be hurt in the first place.
It's easy for me to look back on my past relationships and feel angry, hurt, and justified in holding on to those feelings, but the truth is I am hurt more by holding on to those feelings because I am blocked from the self-love and Universal love that is always there for me. If I can't forgive those who have hurt me, I cannot forgive myself for allowing myself to be hurt and therefore I cannot move into a place of self-love that the hurt parts of my psyche so desperately need.
My dear boyfriend once said, and I'm paraphrasing here, that all people, even those who hurt others, are trying to achieve grace. There are those who have better tools than others to seek grace, but it's really what we all want. When people are hurtful, abusive, violent it really speaks to their inner pain and their inability to find that grace within themselves; that alone is a reason for compassion. How horrible it is to crave that divine love, the beauty and peace of grace, and never feel as though you can achieve it.
The people who have hurt me in my life are all people who are in deep pain and probably always will be. They caused me pain out of their own deep pain, not because they are evil. As someone who strives to bring love and healing to others, I cannot ignore the cries of pain that their actions belie. My own heart hurts at those expressions of pain and because of that, I can forgive.
I don't have to hold on to my pain and anger as a way to continually punish them (and ultimately myself), their lives are punishment enough. Instead I can forgive them and even love them in a certain way, knowing that they are doing the best they can with a very poor and unsuitable tool kit with which to do better. Has it been easy? Certainly not! In my weaker moments, when I am tired, stressed, overwhelmed or just a bit down, those feelings of anger and hurt can easily come creeping back in. But then I remember who I am and who we all are, that we are all beings on a journey trying to reach grace. In my worst moments, my own inability to achieve grace hurts. I understand that pain and then, I can understand their pain.
Forgiveness is one of the many paths to love, for ourselves and to others. It provides a deep healing that doesn't excuse the pain others have caused us, but allows us to see it in a different light. When we can forgive we move from a place of victimization, a place stuck in the past, into the glorious present, where hopefully, we are not being hurt anymore.
I will never be able to change the fact that I have been hurt, but I don't have to live there anymore, because that is no longer my life. In my journey to heal I have come to a place where I am loved and cared for by many people, and although I still have contact with a couple of people who have hurt me in the past, I am no longer hurt by them anymore, because their path to causing me pain has been paved over by the love and forgiveness I have worked for. Do they still annoy me sometimes? Yes, but that is more about my expectations that they be different than anything they do.
The power to not be hurt by others ultimately lies in our hands. When we are taken by surprise, or have specific expectations of another's behavior we can be hurt; I can still be hurt. But what I am no longer is a victim, because now I have the tools to understand where that hurt comes from within me. The focus is no longer on those who hurt, but how I am vulnerable within myself to be hurt. That's actually an empowering perspective. When I understand the source of that within me, I then have the power to transform that hurt into deeper understanding and strength, which ultimately leads me to forgiveness and love.
Forgiveness is difficult, but it is also vital to our well-being and our own growth. It takes time and a lot of work, but the love and grace we receive and then can give, through forgiveness, is worth every effort we can make. Love yourself enough to forgive and eventually you will find enough love to embrace the world.
Sunday, July 17, 2011
The Love that Must Come from Within
I had a troubling yet revealing conversation last night which led me down a path of deep thought and some very necessary self-honesty. It has been 10 months since the abusive relationship I was in ended. I have spent a lot of this time processing through all the details of that relationship and trying to understand the effects of it on me and my son as well as the role I played in the abuse and that relationship.
I have to admit to a desire to reach a point where I am not reminded of the relationship or triggered by something because, in truth, I want to put as much distance between me and the relationship as possible. Who wouldn't? There are unpleasant realities that lie in sorting through all that happened and all that it means and being done would be nice. However, I'm finding that there is always more to understand and come to terms with and I have to release the idea of being done and accept what comes because, as I said, there is always more.
A lot of really bad things happened in that relationship as they do in any abusive relationship. It's easy to look at the person who is the loudest and the meanest and blame them for everything, but the truth is that anyone who would be seen as the victim in the relationship engages in the abuse equally if not more. I turned against myself, I did things I thought I would never do, allowed things to happen that were obviously wrong and hurtful and even though I was miserable and hurting I still made the choice to stay and participate. Common understanding in domestic violence is that there is a great deal of control and manipulation which make it difficult, if not impossible, for a victim of domestic violence to leave, but I have to understand that in my case it was the sad image I carried of myself that made me feel as though I deserved what was happening and, as was pointed out to me last night, that would lead to my ultimate self-destruction, my death.
That stopped me in my tracks. My death? I was on a road to death? I didn't want to see that, really had trouble acknowledging it but as I came to understand last night, where else does a path of self-destruction lead except to our own destruction? What is more, I was a willing participant, a volunteer. I was seeking my own end, suicide by proxy, I just wasn't willing to admit it. It boggles the mind, really, but it doesn't take much soul searching to come to understand that I thought so little of myself, had such a poor self-image and had rejected myself as worthy of love that instead of seeking the love I needed, I sought death. In my mind I didn't deserve love and I didn't deserve to live. That realization will hit you right between the eyes. There is nowhere to hide once you can accept that realization as true. You can't blame the abuser and hide under the details of all the horrible things that happened, you can only look to yourself and begin to understand.
At no time should anyone think that a person who is in an abusive relationship deserves what they get; no one deserves to be abused. But as a woman who was in an abusive relationship I cannot fail to acknowledge that I put myself in that situation, did horrible things to myself and allowed horrible things to happen. I made a choice to stay, to accept what was happening, to become complicit in my own abuse and to become a hand in my own destruction. I have to accept responsibility for the choices I made or I am doomed to make them all over again.
I have to understand that contrary to what I told myself I wasn't seeking love, I was seeking death and it came from a rejection of self so complete that I was willing to kill that self, but was too cowardly to admit it and do it myself so I found someone who would do it for me. How sad that is, how incredibly tragic and unfortunately, how common a tale that really is. Did I need love and want love? Of course, but the love I needed wasn't love from someone else, but was love from myself. I was never going to find the love I needed, wanted and deserved until I loved myself the way I needed, wanted and deserved.
As I have walked through my life I have looked for the important things like love and acceptance outside of myself, but these things must come first from within. If I don't love and accept myself first the only love and acceptance I'll find will be false. The people we are with are mirrors of how we feel about ourselves. I had to sit with that one a little bit for the full impact of it to hit me. The people we are with are mirrors of how we feel about ourselves and I was with someone who was going to kill me...damn.
I've had to do a lot of work to reclaim the self I rejected. It took a dark night of the soul to reclaim that part of me I had locked away and to learn to love myself again. The self I have reclaimed I love fiercely and deeply. No one will hurt me like that again, most especially myself. I cherish myself and my life and I have goals and dreams and desires, most importantly a desire to live a happy, healthy, long life. I deserve to be loved and cherished by me and in my relationships, but I have to remember that being loved and cherished starts with me. Without that, I really have no hope of achieving all I hope to accomplish. Above all, I cannot forget the dark potential that lies in denying myself love, it is a road that leads to a tragic end and I don't deserve that. No one does.
I have to admit to a desire to reach a point where I am not reminded of the relationship or triggered by something because, in truth, I want to put as much distance between me and the relationship as possible. Who wouldn't? There are unpleasant realities that lie in sorting through all that happened and all that it means and being done would be nice. However, I'm finding that there is always more to understand and come to terms with and I have to release the idea of being done and accept what comes because, as I said, there is always more.
A lot of really bad things happened in that relationship as they do in any abusive relationship. It's easy to look at the person who is the loudest and the meanest and blame them for everything, but the truth is that anyone who would be seen as the victim in the relationship engages in the abuse equally if not more. I turned against myself, I did things I thought I would never do, allowed things to happen that were obviously wrong and hurtful and even though I was miserable and hurting I still made the choice to stay and participate. Common understanding in domestic violence is that there is a great deal of control and manipulation which make it difficult, if not impossible, for a victim of domestic violence to leave, but I have to understand that in my case it was the sad image I carried of myself that made me feel as though I deserved what was happening and, as was pointed out to me last night, that would lead to my ultimate self-destruction, my death.
That stopped me in my tracks. My death? I was on a road to death? I didn't want to see that, really had trouble acknowledging it but as I came to understand last night, where else does a path of self-destruction lead except to our own destruction? What is more, I was a willing participant, a volunteer. I was seeking my own end, suicide by proxy, I just wasn't willing to admit it. It boggles the mind, really, but it doesn't take much soul searching to come to understand that I thought so little of myself, had such a poor self-image and had rejected myself as worthy of love that instead of seeking the love I needed, I sought death. In my mind I didn't deserve love and I didn't deserve to live. That realization will hit you right between the eyes. There is nowhere to hide once you can accept that realization as true. You can't blame the abuser and hide under the details of all the horrible things that happened, you can only look to yourself and begin to understand.
At no time should anyone think that a person who is in an abusive relationship deserves what they get; no one deserves to be abused. But as a woman who was in an abusive relationship I cannot fail to acknowledge that I put myself in that situation, did horrible things to myself and allowed horrible things to happen. I made a choice to stay, to accept what was happening, to become complicit in my own abuse and to become a hand in my own destruction. I have to accept responsibility for the choices I made or I am doomed to make them all over again.
I have to understand that contrary to what I told myself I wasn't seeking love, I was seeking death and it came from a rejection of self so complete that I was willing to kill that self, but was too cowardly to admit it and do it myself so I found someone who would do it for me. How sad that is, how incredibly tragic and unfortunately, how common a tale that really is. Did I need love and want love? Of course, but the love I needed wasn't love from someone else, but was love from myself. I was never going to find the love I needed, wanted and deserved until I loved myself the way I needed, wanted and deserved.
As I have walked through my life I have looked for the important things like love and acceptance outside of myself, but these things must come first from within. If I don't love and accept myself first the only love and acceptance I'll find will be false. The people we are with are mirrors of how we feel about ourselves. I had to sit with that one a little bit for the full impact of it to hit me. The people we are with are mirrors of how we feel about ourselves and I was with someone who was going to kill me...damn.
I've had to do a lot of work to reclaim the self I rejected. It took a dark night of the soul to reclaim that part of me I had locked away and to learn to love myself again. The self I have reclaimed I love fiercely and deeply. No one will hurt me like that again, most especially myself. I cherish myself and my life and I have goals and dreams and desires, most importantly a desire to live a happy, healthy, long life. I deserve to be loved and cherished by me and in my relationships, but I have to remember that being loved and cherished starts with me. Without that, I really have no hope of achieving all I hope to accomplish. Above all, I cannot forget the dark potential that lies in denying myself love, it is a road that leads to a tragic end and I don't deserve that. No one does.
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