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ORIGINAL: NefertariReborn

How long between the rage and the final goodbye?  Did he let you go easily or was there drama?  When you did leave was the adjustment a quick one or did you have to resist the urge to go back to him?

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ORIGINAL: celticlord2112

Reading all that has been shared here is challenging, disturbing...but very illuminating.

Potent reminders of the power we all possess to either build up or tear down those around us.  Powerful testimony of how far reaching the consequences when we choose either path.

Thank you, one and all.

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ORIGINAL: BitaTruble





I don't know if there would have been an urge to go back since that wasn't an option but I can't deny that I've wondered sometimes and that, on a few occasions since then, I've even missed it. Not who I was back then, but the danger and thrill that came along with just not knowing what could really happen to me. With Himself, I feel loved and because of that, I never feel threatened so life with him doesn't have the fear factor that it did with Master A.

Flaws.. you work on that at a pace, you know? A scar is a scar and it can heal over, but the reminder of what caused it is always there. So far, that scar has kept me from returning. I 'think' it always will, but the human psyche is a funny thing. Today, I'm feeling good and I'm grateful for today and that's pretty much how I take things. One day at a time. The fact that those days have stretched into a considerable number of years now doesn't change my attitude about it. My hope is by not forgetting, I won't be repeating.

Celeste

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ORIGINAL: Kimveri

Hello, Celeste,

Thank you for your words, here & elsewhere. You touch on things near to my own experience, though of course, not the same, & inspire me to share something I wrote not long ago. Thanks for letting me know it would not constitute a "hijack" to your thread.

(While the following piece may seem a tad harsh to some, I truly hope that the reasons are clear & the whole piece is viewed with that in mind.)

I’ve written before on the idea of each person living & measuring their life by their own yardstick. It seems to me that as individuals there is no other way for us to view & judge things except through the unique lens of our own experience & understanding.  With that in mind, I sincerely believe that no two people will see, experience or react, to a situation the same way. Too many variables involved for that to occur, so…while we can, will & often must make judgments (from our unique perspective), it seems to me only prudent & reasonable to accept the possibility that we could be mistaken. No one will handle or react to circumstances in the exact same manner that another person would. We are not robots with identical programming, regardless of how many similarities we may share.

With that understood, let me get to the meat of this writing.

I am tired of the “helpless victim” mentality that pervades our world today. YES, people live through horrible, mind-boggling, traumatic events. YES, people are victimized by OTHER people. YES, such things have lasting repercussions, most of which are negative to the extreme. I am not trying to be a foolish polly-anna & insist that all things are rosy. I know, from personal experience, that bad things DO happen to good & innocent people, through little or no fault of their own. This is not my contention.

My issue is with the choices people make in the aftermath of such life-changing events.

I’ll share an example from my own life, to better illustrate the crux of the matter, as I see it. I was molested in my childhood, more than once & by more than one person. It altered my perception of men, trust, & the appropriate sorts of interaction I should seek in my future relationships. Following the final incident, I was placed in foster-care for my own safety & was fortunate to have foster-parents who provided a truly safe haven. I was also placed in several counseling programs, some more productive than others of course, & I participated in them with fervor.

That was the moment of choice. The crossroads in my life that thrust upon me a decision that would forever change the way I viewed others who had experienced similar traumas. I CHOSE to ACTIVELY participate in my own healing.

I’m sitting here wondering if I need to reiterate that….

In the group counseling sessions, I watched many of the others express their feelings of helplessness, powerlessness, & hopelessness. I decided that I was not going to resign myself to the idea that I would never heal, never get past this injury, never know a healthy relationship with a man. I shared my own terrors, my own feelings of helplessness. I also shared my sense of rage, my hunger for retribution, my craving for redress. I shared my need to take BACK power over my life, my choices, my health, be that mental, emotional or physical health. After 6 weeks, I asked my caseworker to permit me to drop the group sessions as I felt they were no longer productive & to her query of why I felt that, I replied that I did not wish to wallow in the pit of self-pity. It was time to climb out of that dark, tear-soaked pile of victims.

I did continue to see a counselor three times a week for nearly two years. In the years (ok, decades ;-D) since then, I have sought out further counseling, at various times, for various reasons.  I worked hard on recovery. I did not want validation as a victim, I wanted to take back my place as a whole person, & the only path towards that goal that existed for me was the path of the survivor.

I chose that path.

Let me assure you, I did not avoid all the traps & pitfalls along the way to where I am today. I fell prey to a few poor choices, influenced by the warping effects of what I’ve experienced. I own those mistakes. They are mine, I made them, & I learned from them. I actually value most of them a great deal, as they are the indelible marks of life’s lessons on the yardstick by which I measure my personal progress. There are some mistakes I even made more than once, especially regarding my relationships with men. However, I was not a victim in any of those situations. I was responsible for my own choice to participate, & good or bad, I learned from it. I also survived.

I look around me today at people who have experienced traumatic circumstances & I see a very stark demarcation amongst them. I look into the many pity-pits & I see the wailing, moaning, teeth-gnashing hordes of victims &  there, scattered among them,  a few brave souls, defiantly clawing their way out of the pit in which they find themselves. I’m astounded to see the many hands that grasp at them, trying with all the repressed fury of a violated human to drag those Survivors back down into the hopeless pit of victims.

I often stop & reach down to pull the Survivor up, lending my own strength, however paltry, to their upward motion, against the weight of their trauma, their scars & the seething minions of helplessness hanging from their ankles. If those few want to survive, then I feel it’s my duty to do what I can, whenever I can, to help them find a moment’s refuge. Someone did that for me, gave me that safe haven where my spirit had the calmness to see that I did, indeed, have a choice in my future. I consider it similar to the concept of “paying it forward”. It’s not because I expect something from those survivors whose hands I might hold so briefly. It’s not about what I get back for my effort. It’s about sharing with others the opportunity that I was given so long ago, the opportunity to choose. The opportunity to survive.

So, when you are there, climbing & clawing your way up out of a pit of pity, & someone’s fingernails are digging into your ankles, pulling you back down. When that feeling of despair wells up sourly in your throat & you want to cry out with rage, kicking at those “poor pitiful, lonely victims”, look up. Call out, ask for help & accept it when it reaches its hand down to you. If you have to kick loose a few victims, do so with no regret. Don’t look back & get caught in the trap of the pity-pit. Kick free, & do like me – listen for those faint calls from the survivors as they climb, & answer them whenever possible.

One day, the victim who tried so desperately to pull you back just might tire of the salty brine of the pity-pit & start climbing out, hoping for help as they feel the tenacious breath of victims on their toes. They may even cry out, & you may hear them. Do you truly think they will refuse your hand because you once, long ago, kicked them loose, in order to survive? Trust me, they’ll be damned glad that you made it! The only people who will reject you are the people who want to remain in the pity-pit. They reject anyone who proves that there’s life to live after victimization.  They reject that choice, they deny that responsibility & they won’t survive.

Make the choice, don’t look back, & pay it forward. I did, & I’m a survivor.

~Kimveri

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ORIGINAL: KnightofMists
I only add... when you grab that hand that pulls you out of the pit...... that once your out... you walk on your own... don't depend on the hand to keep you out of the pit.  If you do... you never really left that pit in the first place.

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ORIGINAL: catize

Dammit, now I'm crying, but they are happy tears for you both.