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Trauma: from child to adult

Part 2: Sexual Abuse

Going on from part 1 from my childhood memories…

All I can do is begin with what I know. I was sexually abused by my then oldest step brother.

In the beginning, he would come into my room while I was asleep. I would wake up to him touching me. Not on my leg, not my arm, not big toe for that matter. But in my private area.

I was numb, like trying to process what’s happening. Do I scream? Do I kick? I don’t know. That’s not something that I was taught as a young child that I remember at least; If this happens, then do this.

I eventually told my mom. Because I wanted it to stop. I wanted him to just Leave me alone! Stop thinking that you were some how given permission to do what you wanted.

But he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t stop. Even after me telling. He for some reason thought he was invincible. That he could orchestrate some lie or something of why he was in my room. He even went as far as doing it while I was sleeping downstairs, in our “den”, while our parents bedroom was right there. Maybe 3 feet away, was their door, across from the “den.” As well as when an uncle was staying with us upstairs, which is why I would be in the den. But it was like He HAD NO FEAR OF BEING CAUGHT. He had no worry. Like he was just invincible.

Why won’t you stop? Why won’t you leave me alone? JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!
I’ve kicked him, I’ve hit him, I’ve yelled at him to go away, but he still always came back.

Of course, he would just deny it. Because, let’s be honest, he’s always been a disgusting compulsive liar. But I guess you’d have to be to be so disgustingly disgusting.

I got a lock on my bedroom door. Did that stop him? Nope!

Every night I laid there, waiting to listen for any sound, to make sure there wasn’t anyone awake and coming in. Not even a creek. Because if there was nothing, that had to of meant everyone, including him, was asleep. So I should be OK. I should be SAFE. To just sleep.

It always seemed that when I would finally drift to sleep, there he was, at my door again. So it became a habit to just not sleep.

A lot of times I slept during the day and took naps because I would be up all night just laying there. Looking out the window, watching the shadows of the trees that were outside, sometimes I could see the stars too if the sky were clear. Sometimes I would just turn some music on and cry all night. I felt so alone. I felt so confused. Helpless. I felt shame. Self hate. I definitely didn’t feel like I was just a child living a child’s life. That was stolen from me. My feeling of safety was completely shattered.

I remember him somehow finding a key to my door and then got it taken away. I remember him even being caught outside my door, with the excuse “I was just checking to see if she was ok.” Ok for what? Ok from you? I remember laying there under the blankets on my bed literally watching the door handle jiggle as he tried to yet again get in. Praying to God PLEASE, don’t get in here. Please just go away!

He would take things to try to use to unlock the door and come in. And there were times he was successful. There was times I ran to my door and slammed it back shut. sat on the floor and pushed the hardest I could to keep my door closed, and then lock it again.

I had a big walk in closet, then another ordinary small one. During this time, I thought it was a little funny to make my closet into a little “room.” At first it was just to do it to be funny or bored, I don’t know. But it became another security door for me. I thought well, now you have two doors to go through, if you know where I am that is. I was in the big one first, because let’s be honest, lots of room. But then I went to the small one. I put my TV in there, my pillows and blankets. (Yes my tv, at this age back then we had the small little box TVs) I would draw or write or whatever in there. Sometimes that’s where I napped at if I was tired. If my mom couldn’t find me, I was in the closet most likely. Sometimes she couldn’t even find me. So I thought to myself that this was my space. My space of peace. But even then, I didn’t feel safe.

I stayed at my childhood best friends house I spoke about previously as much as I could. It was a getaway. A safe place. He wasn’t there. So it was safe. I remember that it was always so quiet there. Like you could hear a pin drop. So peaceful.

This just continued and continued. It was mentally exhausting. It was never ending. It was absolutely traumatizing! Tormenting. I didn’t feel like it was ever going to end. Like anyone was ever going to make it end.

This is what my childhood consisted of. But I knew this couldn’t be normal, right? That this couldn’t be how everyone lives. Because this doesn’t happen at any other house I stay in, right? For years I was tormented, confused, scared, hurt, afraid, and felt silenced.

though, that’s not where my story ends…

Trauma in Childhood: Healing the inner child

Why should there be awareness about effective childhood trauma healing?

I went to counseling for awhile. For a few years at least. But even before that, I tried medicine to help. Help fill the emptiness I had still felt inside. The never-ending dark cloud over my head.

As I went through undergraduate school and into grad school, I realized something. I realized that I was just surviving. Instead of truly living. I had to find myself, the true me, and the little girl inside that just wanted to be loved, that just wanted to FEEL loved and wanted to feel safe.

I knew that the common counseling that I had been participating in, was not the right treatment I needed for healing. I was not just overcoming a failed relationship, anxiety about careers, or just needing to have some more positive outlooks. I was overall happy with my current life. Everyone around me always said I did an amazing job at being a mom, a student, and always positive in friendships. What they did not know, was that I was still triggered by things that, at the time, I had thought it was just something that was normal and annoying to me. But I realized it is not just an annoyance that bothered me. It was a trigger that I needed to identify and learn the why behind it. I realized I was expecting love, friendship, praise, or even security, from others instead of myself. I needed to give that to myself though, I deserved that.

With diving deep into my inner child to understand the triggers in my adult life helped me to actually make progress with what I continued to feel. Sometimes not realizing I was doing these things because of the trauma. Me working on my healing was really needed. Needed more than I knew.

For so many, I’m sure you hear people say to just…

“forgive and move on.” Or “the past is the past.”

And then you think, Forgive who? I’m supposed to forgive my abuser? Move on from trauma that has impacted my development as a child that you can’t just shake it off, be rid of and carry on about your day like it never happened? The mind and body don’t forget even though you think the past shouldn’t stay in our present life.

The statement of forgiveness is absolutely nothing but a slap in the face to survivors in my opinion. Those who do the harm cannot even admit nor face their own actions. But you expect survivors to? Does that mean I also have to apologize for the triggers that I cannot control or the nightmares that haunted me for years?

With the common counseling theories or techniques used being the vast majority of options out there for people suffering, there needs to be awareness of what will work or what can work when you do not feel like you are getting anywhere.

I was quite shocked at the curriculum at my first graduate school for clinical mental health counseling (side note: wouldn’t recommend that school). Taught old traditional ways of counseling clients and older theories instead of knew information that is widely out there. And because I brought this new information into my studies and into my papers when writing and researching, it was almost as if I was shunned for… maybe knowing too much? Actually learning outside the box? I don’t know, really. Why weren’t we learning about all the new proven techniques for anxiety, depression, anger, trauma, couples etc?

Someone who suffers from complex trauma, often spend years, if not the rest of their life, in counseling. Others may just not even try and continue life with the trauma the best they know-how. We need to help create more environments everywhere that survivors feel heard in, safe and feel like they are actually making progress. Not just talking to a counselor about it. Talking does not help survivors of childhood trauma. It just does not help. (Talking about it in general does help and I always encourage people to live openly and get it out, but it does not stop triggers and reshape your childhood development) Some people may feel like it does. That is always fine and we want what is best for that person and THEIR healing.

The majority of survivors though will say that it did not help. That they still felt stuck even after years of counseling because they still had nightmares, they still did things they didn’t recognize as being a conditioned effect of trauma. They still quietly wondered why they quenched as if someone was running their nails on a chalk board every time someone yelled. Or why they felt on edge and emotional inside while watching a movie or tv show that was violent in nature. Or why with relationships they either clung on for deer life or played hard to get but really begged them to stay if they lost interest? Felt the need to always be with someone but never felt wanted or loved with no rational reason of why they would feel that way? This… is what needs recognized and healed.

In my graduate studies, they want you to pretty much “pick” a counseling technique to go with for your career (Cognitive being the main one everyone chooses). But I questioned it. I question why you should only do one? Why, when there are so many to choose from, can you not incorporate what you see fit for that current client. I get people specialize in certain areas. Like EMDR for instance. However, there are soooo many cognitive behavioral counselors out there and not enough that is doing specific trauma work. After the MeToo movement came about (and let’s be honest, already knowing statistics of events that are traumatizing for years now), I would think it is clear that there should be more that do trauma work with clients.

Another reason for awareness with this is that there are so many false perspectives, whether within our system or within families, about trauma. The movement to be able to make a difference in so many lives and to help others to understand the realities and the truth of the false narratives people have portrayed and believed is so important. This would help to create not only space for survivors, but also to grow knowledge in communities all around about the effective strategies to heal and how to approach cases with victims within our system without the shame or blaming aspects.

We need to normalize the healing of childhood trauma. Normalize being able to openly talk about it and heal in all aspects of the effects of trauma like the few I mentioned above.

One thing I love to say is that, the discussion may make people uncomfortable because of the automatic anxiety around the silence that has consumed it, however, the importance of the discussion needs to become more important than that of the uncomfortableness it may bring to others.

With discussions it brings more awareness, more normalization, more support, more healing, more connection for those who feel they are alone in the battle, more help. More prevention to end generational trauma and to end the silence.

Join me in discussing the realities and stories around childhood trauma. Help me in getting the word out, getting the foot in the door to helping those heal effectively, getting survivors heard, and finally bringing hope in the lives of childhood trauma survivors.

Why do I Advocate?

I am often asked of my “why.” The why behind what I do. The why that drove me to my passion. There is no simple short version of why. I wish it were as simple as just wanting to do what is right. But with that was originally led by passion, rage, anger, hurt, and sadness.

I was abused as a child. Sexually abused, verbally abused, and I was neglected, emotionally and physically. I was suicidal and did not feel like I was wanted or that I belonged. I could notunderstand the pain I felt internally as I would scream for someone to just listen to me. For someone to help me. 

Forward to today, I still have childhood trauma. I consider myself a survivor. I am an advocate, a mentor, a writer, a mom, a wife, a grad student, a trauma professional and I am disappointed in our system we call justice and protection. I am disappointed that we don’t have more DISCUSSIONS about healing trauma, preventing trauma and NORMALIZING healing. Normalizing the discussion to bring awareness and to bring support.

When I was that child suffering crying for help. I tried to tell someone. It did not work. People saw the cuts on my wrists and just turned away. I felt invisible. Like nobody cared, nobody heard me, nobody was listening. I assure you though, you could see my pain eating away at my insides as it consumed me. Later in life I thought to myself, maybe I should have tried harder to tell someone? Maybe I should have just found my way to an officer? Maybe if I would have just thought of what to do more, than maybe someone would have helped. 

That was not my job as a child though to constantly find help. Instead, what I was doing, was trying to survive. My school counselors and teachers had seen my pain, my cuts, my tears, and my cry for help. Their job was to report it. Why didn’t they? Why didn’t they use their ethical guidelines and just report it? Because our children, everyday, all around us, are ignored. They are surviving instead of living. They are neglected, even by the ones who are placed there to be the protectors and to help. 

My why is not about just wanting to do the right thing. My why is about the need for discussion. The need to realize this may be an uncomfortable topic, but it is needed and far more important than any uncomfortableness you may experience. The lasting effects from childhood trauma are real. The lasting effects from parental alienation without a cause, is real. The lasting effects of children being ignored, pushed to the bottom,and laughed at like it is a game, is real.

There is research, we have the research on our children’s developmental aspects mentally. It is there for everyone and so many of those in these positions are aware of it too. Then why is the child’s best interest always quoted over and over with no actual consideration of facts and the impacts to decisions made on these children. Why can you pay foster parent thousands a month and not a family who just wanted some extra help? Why can you throw stones and judge a victim, while letting the perpetrators free?

Often victims are blamed or shamed for just being a victim. For just surviving. I see at times young adults who are now parents or wanting to be a parent. Are often told that the risk scores or Family Risk score are showing they are “unfit” or will become harmful because of their past trauma, their childhood trauma. They are victim shamed. They are practically made to look like they are the perpetrator just because some research tells us they will become one. Not every survivor ends up being the perpetrator. Not every perpetrator was a survivor. Putting more negative perspectives on the innocent and not the perpetrators, are further creating more shame-filled outcomes. 

Why are we not looking at healing and supporting more? Rather than shaming and making survivors feel even less than. We did not choose to be traumatized. To be abused, neglected,or trafficked. It is biased and discriminating to judge someone based on the childhood they did not get the choice to decide to be in or be able to control their environment.

Far to often, children who are abused get ignored, traumatized, and sometimes end up dead. Whether by suicide or homicide at the hands of the abuser. Children are used as pons in the judicial system we call “justice.” Guardian ad litems, CASA workers, attorneys, case workers, judges, counselors, doctors, and many more. They have lied, perjured, ignored the abused, allowed the abuse, laughed, mocked, traumatized, and committed more crimes than a family they’ve “helped.” Not all are bad, no. But when you have the vast majority of them doing this, the entire system that is supposed to protect you and uphold the laws, is needing to be seriously evaluated and fixed immediately. I know I’ll get heat back from this very paragraph, but when is it going to be acknowledged? SOMEONE, has to be the one to say it, to start the discussion!

Nebraska for instance, was given seven years to fix their department of health and human services. Why does it take seven years to have common sense and human decency? Most of the regulations in place do not even align with what they do. They do the opposite though and are encouraged to do so. It should not take seven years to figure out that a child being abused with over 50 calls to the abuse hotline, needs protection.That innocent child was murdered and tortured gruesomely, and his name is Landon Payne. It should not take seven years to figure out a ten-year-old child was pregnant and had triplets. It shouldn’t take seven years for someone to help my own situation. Victims all around are in jail, victim blamed, while perpetrators are walking amongst us. Think about that.

If I were to seek more help, there either would not have been any at all, still, or I would have ended up in another traumatizing “foster home.” Still not getting actual help. Still not being heard or still not being protected. Who is protecting our children physically and mentally, when they are being abused or when they are being thrown around and further traumatized by the “services?” 

My why is because our children’s lives matter, their developing minds matter, their connections matter, their sense of love and belonging matter. Their voices matter and Survivors matter. Healing… MATTERS, to protect the next generation. To end generational trauma.