Warning: Reading the following series may be injurious to your peace of mind. They are intended to be. Without knowledge, we cannot prevent child abuse from happening. Go beyond this point at your own risk. Join me for the painful, frightening, emotional, freeing journey.
For my second article in this series, I want you to read the first thing that I read when I went to sadlynormal.org. With the author's permission, I want to share her poem with you. The poem is copyrighted by the author so if you choose to share it with others, please include her name as it is written at the end of the poem. As I have done, the author asks that you share a link back to sadlynormal.org. Here it is:
"I am sadly normal
1 out of every 3 women and 1 out of every 5 men have been sexually
abused by someone they trust by the time they are 18 years old.
I am sadly normal
We feel unimportant, discounted, worthless, shameful, powerless,
unlovable.
I am sadly normal
We are forced to hide within ourselves by our abusers.
I am sadly normal
We are forced to keep our dirty little secrets.
It's easy to do because we believe it was our fault.
I am sadly normal
We learn not to trust anyone, including ourselves, and the adults who
were supposed to keep us protected.
I am sadly normal
We learn to survive by lying, pretending, manipulating, and stealing.
I am sadly normal
We learn to cope however we can. Drugs, alcohol and food are used to
numb us and provide the comfort we have missed out on.
I am sadly normal
We learn to find our way around it, while we struggle to find ourselves.
I am sadly normal
We think and learn and are told it doesn't matter.
We believe we don't matter either.
I am sadly normal
We think there are no effects of the abuse, while we can't figure out
why we are the way we are, and why we do the things we do.
I am sadly normal
We become experts at fooling others, and ourselves.
I am sadly normal
We become exhausted from hiding the truth, thinking we are responsible
for protecting those around us.
Some even protect the abuser.
I am sadly normal
We reach adulthood, and deal with it for as long as we can, until we can't
deal with it any longer.
I am sadly normal
We lose concentration and focus. We become more anxious and nervous.
We feel like we are going insane.
I am sadly normal
Emotions fill us. Craziness, sadness, anger, rage, irritation, frustration.
Loneliness.
I am sadly normal
Sometimes we find a way to break our silence. We get help, and we learn to live, not just survive.
Some never get to that point.
Some just live with it.
Some die with it.
Some take their own life because of it.
I am sadly normal
Sometimes, we seek counseling, and the healing is finally allowed to begin. Many don't discover the help that is available until we are in our 30's and 40's.
Some never discover it.
Does this sound like you?
You are sadly normal too."
Copyrighted by Sadly Normal 2006
I have edited the original link out of this post because it was hacked and lead you to an x-rated site. I apologize to those of you who may have found it before I did. Thank you to a commenter who let me know that the link had changed.
Feel free to leave a comment on how this makes you feel. Feel free to talk about this with others. You may open a communication between yourself and someone else who is needing to talk to a compassionate person like you. If you are blessed with the opportunity to help someone else heal from their incest issues, don't make any judgments about the incest survivor. Believe me, we do enough of that ourselves, without any one else's help. If a survivor feels safe enough to share her/his experiences with you, just love them. They may not be in a spot that they can love themselves yet.
I wanted to share this poem with my readers because Sadly Normal is a true evaluation of what you feel and think about yourself as an incest survivor. I could not have said it any better.
Breaking the silence is the most frightening, courageous, freeing thing that a survivor can do for themselves.
For my second article in this series, I want you to read the first thing that I read when I went to sadlynormal.org. With the author's permission, I want to share her poem with you. The poem is copyrighted by the author so if you choose to share it with others, please include her name as it is written at the end of the poem. As I have done, the author asks that you share a link back to sadlynormal.org. Here it is:
"I am sadly normal
1 out of every 3 women and 1 out of every 5 men have been sexually
abused by someone they trust by the time they are 18 years old.
I am sadly normal
We feel unimportant, discounted, worthless, shameful, powerless,
unlovable.
I am sadly normal
We are forced to hide within ourselves by our abusers.
I am sadly normal
We are forced to keep our dirty little secrets.
It's easy to do because we believe it was our fault.
I am sadly normal
We learn not to trust anyone, including ourselves, and the adults who
were supposed to keep us protected.
I am sadly normal
We learn to survive by lying, pretending, manipulating, and stealing.
I am sadly normal
We learn to cope however we can. Drugs, alcohol and food are used to
numb us and provide the comfort we have missed out on.
I am sadly normal
We learn to find our way around it, while we struggle to find ourselves.
I am sadly normal
We think and learn and are told it doesn't matter.
We believe we don't matter either.
I am sadly normal
We think there are no effects of the abuse, while we can't figure out
why we are the way we are, and why we do the things we do.
I am sadly normal
We become experts at fooling others, and ourselves.
I am sadly normal
We become exhausted from hiding the truth, thinking we are responsible
for protecting those around us.
Some even protect the abuser.
I am sadly normal
We reach adulthood, and deal with it for as long as we can, until we can't
deal with it any longer.
I am sadly normal
We lose concentration and focus. We become more anxious and nervous.
We feel like we are going insane.
I am sadly normal
Emotions fill us. Craziness, sadness, anger, rage, irritation, frustration.
Loneliness.
I am sadly normal
Sometimes we find a way to break our silence. We get help, and we learn to live, not just survive.
Some never get to that point.
Some just live with it.
Some die with it.
Some take their own life because of it.
I am sadly normal
Sometimes, we seek counseling, and the healing is finally allowed to begin. Many don't discover the help that is available until we are in our 30's and 40's.
Some never discover it.
Does this sound like you?
You are sadly normal too."
-Lisa Ritter
July, 2005
Copyrighted by Sadly Normal 2006
I have edited the original link out of this post because it was hacked and lead you to an x-rated site. I apologize to those of you who may have found it before I did. Thank you to a commenter who let me know that the link had changed.
Feel free to leave a comment on how this makes you feel. Feel free to talk about this with others. You may open a communication between yourself and someone else who is needing to talk to a compassionate person like you. If you are blessed with the opportunity to help someone else heal from their incest issues, don't make any judgments about the incest survivor. Believe me, we do enough of that ourselves, without any one else's help. If a survivor feels safe enough to share her/his experiences with you, just love them. They may not be in a spot that they can love themselves yet.
I wanted to share this poem with my readers because Sadly Normal is a true evaluation of what you feel and think about yourself as an incest survivor. I could not have said it any better.
Breaking the silence is the most frightening, courageous, freeing thing that a survivor can do for themselves.
