aybe if you dwelled less, were more forgiving and less serious.<\/em><\/p>\nMaybe if you were less you and more not you.<\/p>\n
Maybe if the facts were more false and less true or you could pretend too?<\/p>\n
I only knew it didn’t feel like love or acceptance or concern or parenting.<\/p>\n
It didn’t feel fortifying or helpful or warm.<\/p>\n
Not to the child I was for days, years, almost decades.<\/p>\n
Or to the adult she became and that I am.<\/p>\n
Later, I would get so much love, luck and good fortune.<\/p>\n
The boyfriend with the parents who loved me, the friends and their family members, the boyfriend who wiped tears and especially and always the lifesaving aunt who showed me family.<\/p>\n
And then therapy too and learning.<\/p>\n
Later and now the past mixes with more than pain but it’s not erased.<\/p>\n
It was the abuse first and then the reactions I got and didn’t get that were equally traumatic.<\/p>\n
My child self thought: Childhood sucks. I suck. Life is hard. And even, I suck at being a survivor.<\/p>\n
I didn’t know where to put my friend’s words. To take them in meant to knock other parts of me out. <\/p>\n
To keep them close was not all warm and soothing.<\/p>\n
Not at first.<\/p>\n
But about a month after Kathy sent them, when she went away to P.E.I. on a vacation did I let myself read them out loud and hear-feel-ingest them.<\/p>\n
And believe them.<\/p>\n
And cried.<\/p>\n
There may\u00a0always be\u00a0some\u00a0part of me wishing to transplant today’s love into the past? Some part who imagines the me who might have been had I been well attached and confident or felt supported.<\/p>\n
Maybe I will always wonder what it would be like to feel anchored rather than orbited.<\/p>\n
I know not everyone has this ache only that I do and can’t be the only one.<\/p>\n
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It’s not that I can’t be present to my blessings now.<\/p>\n
There is no flashback or pain in every moment. I pour dog food in a bowl while half awake and am here. Yet, there are days in the timeless emotional realm that I smell the odor that is the burned pan of childhood. I am hungry and can’t heat the now without that taste.<\/p>\n
I attend to bills and chores and activities and life. But feelings are a background song. Not all of the time but more often than I would like.<\/p>\n
“Maybe if you had a different attitude” my sister says. I only shrug. I can’t argue. I’ve tried. That would be nice.<\/p>\n
I don’t.<\/p>\n
If I’m angry I want it to be more clear and less passive.<\/p>\n
I want to stop feeling new love as only a table salt poured on an old open wound. I want it to be healing ocean water that mends and does magic and I can dive into with my whole being.<\/p>\n
This stunning gift is love. This letter. These words. They are here.<\/p>\n
My friend is giving me love for all of who I am excluding nothing.<\/p>\n
Can I let it in?<\/p>\n
That’s the work of healing now.<\/p>\n
Can I warm my skin and soul and bathe in this?<\/p>\n
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Can I be my cat by the window when the first patch of warmth hits the rug? Can I claw into it and claim it before it spreads through the rest of the room?<\/p>\n
Kathy’s letter is personal and private and friend to friend.<\/p>\n
It’s also love to be shared, popcorn to be passed around.<\/p>\n
I hope every survivor of childhood sexual abuse benefits from reading her words, feel more acceptance and less shame. \n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I got this letter from my soul sister Kathy. It came a short while after an article I wrote was published in Elephant Journal entitled\u00a0How to Tell Your Lover You Survived Childhood Sexual Abuse. Her response was private. It both moved and surprised me. It challenged me and helped me realize how contrary her words […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3290,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[84,169,48,69,75,1],"tags":[206],"yoast_head":"\n
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