Thursday, December 2, 2010
Friday, November 19, 2010
Rain, Fall, Winter, Family
Monday, November 15, 2010
We All Should Know
1 out of every 6 American women has been the victim of an attempted or completed rape in her lifetime (14.8% completed rape; 2.8% attempted rape).1
17.7 million American women have been victims of attempted or completed rape.1
9 of every 10 rape victims were female in 2003.2
While about 80% of all victims are white, minorities are somewhat more likely to be attacked.
About 3% of American men — or 1 in 33 — have experienced an attempted or completed rape in their lifetime.1
- In 2003, 1 in every ten rape victims were male.2
- 2.78 million men in the U.S. have been victims of sexual assault or rape.1
15% of sexual assault and rape victims are under age 12.3
- 29% are age 12-17.
- 44% are under age 18.3
- 80% are under age 30.3
- 12-34 are the highest risk years.
- Girls ages 16-19 are 4 times more likely than the general population to be victims of rape, attempted rape, or sexual assault.
- 3% of boys grades 5-8 and 5% of boys in grades 9-12 said they had been sexually abused.
In 1995, local child protection service agencies identified 126,000 children who were victims of either substantiated or indicated sexual abuse.5
- Of these, 75% were girls.
- Nearly 30% of child victims were between the age of 4 and 7.
93% of juvenile sexual assault victims know their attacker.6
- 34.2% of attackers were family members.
- 58.7% were acquaintances.
- Only 7% of the perpetrators were strangers to the victim.
73% of sexual assaults were perpetrated by a non-stranger.1
38% of rapists are a friend or acquaintance.1
28% are an intimate.1
7% are a relative.1
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Friday, November 12, 2010
A Quickie
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Monday, October 25, 2010
101st Post!!!
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Sweat is a natural companion in crowds, it's as if your prefrontal cortex never fully developed and you are stuck in high school, the "other" people all stare at you and whisper. Except that they're not really, you're sweating for your own pleasure[evidently].
While walking down the sidewalk because your hearing is disappearing(apparently along with your sanity) you are in constant panic-maybe that man is high on meth[a side effect of living in the Portland metro] and is going to stab you/steal your bag/rape you/take something from you/steal your safety.
Why? Because you were consumed. You were crushed. You were eaten and beaten and left in the hopes that maybe you would die quietly and nobody would notice. Except you didn't. You survived.
Now you walk and sweat and clench and cover in the hopes that nobody will catch on to your constant state of crazy.
Your husband, he knows. He knows and that is why when you say something abrupt, socially disastrous, rude, abrasive, etc.-he just smiles and cleans up your mess with a joke and a *change of subject*. Without him surely someone would have actually tried to stab you/beat you up/take something from you/steal your safety by this point.
Mid-thought you realize that not only does saying that out loud mean you have an unhealthy dependence upon your spouse, but also that the only way you can discuss what is going on with you is in the third person.
But then again, specialists in the field of your distress say that of course would be true. So you're comforted and gather your things to walk amidst the "others" and sweat out the remainder of the day.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Enough.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Interpersonal Violence 344U
- Alterations in emotional regulation, which may include symptoms such as persistent sadness, suicidal thoughts, explosive anger, or inhibited anger.
- Alterations in consciousness, such as forgetting traumatic events, reliving traumatic events, or having episodes in which one feels detached from one's mental processes or body.
- Alterations in self perception, which may include a sense of helplessness, shame, guilt, stigma, as well as a sense of complete difference from other human beings.
- Alterations in perception of perpetrator, such as attributing total power to the perpetrator or becoming preoccupied with the relationship with the perpetrator, including a preoccupation with revenge.
- Alterations in relations with others, including isolation, distrust, or repeated search for a rescuer.
- Alterations in systems of meaning, which may include a loss of sustaining faith or a sense of hopelessness and despair.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Sometimes it all bubbles to the surface, and you let it.
Monday, August 23, 2010
Avoiding Cleaning All Day Long
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Vegan Consideration
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Day 4 No Poo
Friday, July 16, 2010
After a two minute convo with Rae....
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
But you have discussed how he feels about her with him, and it won't last forever. She too will end up like the rest of you-discarded and deeply in love. For a moment you want to warn her, to help her, but you know that it is too late. Too late and you secretly hate her because she is living the life you always thought you would have, but in your dream it had a better ending. You also know that the trips he takes with her are not long, that he would rather take the long trips with his friends and roommates. When pressed for a why he responded, "I can only stand to be around her for short amounts of time. Anything longer than 6 days and I need a break."
So you stop hating her and feel sorry for her, again. But in that sorrow you begin to pity yourself. Because even though you were the first, and according to him the only thus far(a lie you want to believe), there had to be some of the same things said about you to someone. And you know who that someone was. Then you begin to question it all-the authenticity of the years to follow, the promises never made but repeatedly alluded to, the things he said to make sure that you knew how he felt but "couldn't act on" then....
After all of these steps, and a few more, in a never ending cycle you beg the question that you continually come to: Why do you still care? Why did you even feel the urge to look at the photos? Was any of it real in the first place?....
But he said it was all real, just a couple of months ago. He said that it was, and swears you still are the only one he's ever uttered those words to, that everything changed when you got engaged to the most amazing man and husband you have ever known, that it now doesn't matter what it was because you changed it. You made your choice. Not to wait, to wonder, to ponder, to question-anymore.
Yet here you are. Again. Knowing deep down that this cycle may never end. Last night you promised yourself that you would never speak to him again, never think of him. That you would write him(again) telling him that you would do those two things. Except he respects that decision(every.time.you.make.it.) and in the end you are the one that caves and contacts him.
All of it because what happened then, when you were both children, was so pure. There was never a hint of inauthenticity until it just wasn't anymore. It ended because you had committed to something before he was there and it was too late to confess that you had as the cliche says you will-fallen in love at 16. You read over and over and over again that the first one never goes away, try to find comfort in that. Knowing that millions of others go on to do what you have done, what he will do, marry someone else and build a life separate of each other.
But it still feels like a tear, like a separation. You never want to vocalize that deep down incentive to repeat this cycle because you know it is crazy. You know that your husband is a gift from God and that the grass is always greener. You know that he is not anymore that young, pure, goldlight of the morning boy he was. He is instead now jaded, world traveled, successful(in the ugly way, the fluorescent light and dinner at your boss' house kind of way), and still holding all of those hearts that want to love him at arms length. Which again, you try to find comfort and hope in, but you don't.
Instead you write and write and write and write until your wrists hurt, you want to cry, and you feel like you have cheated on your gift from God and wonder if a bottle of wine will help(which is doesn't and therefore does not find it's way into your hand and belly).
Vulnerability is reckless. To admit that the insecurities I gained from this boy have molded everything I have turned into and pursued would be embarrassing. To admit that I repeat this cycle at least four times a year is shameful. Sometimes they say that if you say something out loud, reveal it to someone it is easier to relinquish.
Here's hoping.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Sunshine and Rainbows
Friday, June 18, 2010
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
It's Official
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Progress
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Something Old, but still something New
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
I have been feeling those tugs lately. Not uterus tugs like most women, where a baby is imminent in the future, but just motherhood tugs. We are going to start hosting our home community in a week, and so have begun cleaning the house and getting rid of things, making room for the change. I FINALLY cleaned the spare room/closet room and now it resembles something other than a tornado struck pit of despair. When I look into that room with the blinds open, the floor gleaming, and the bed and table set up-I see a bedroom for my future child. As camp approaches(and if I have your address I will be sending you a letter asking for support....money....help....lol. No worries if you can't.) we have been going to training. Yet again Andrew is not sure if he'll be able to go, but like last year I keep reminding him that God is bigger than we are, and if He wants Andrew at camp, Andrew will be at camp. So he has been going to training with me. Listening to the facts all over again, being reminded of the depravity surrounding these children all over again, makes me want to quit my life plan and adopt 100 of them.
My wonderfully wise husband however frequently reminds me to be patient. So I try. But in class this morning as I could feel God working in my heart, on my heart, preparing me for what is to come He told me this earth shaking truth-if we are going to adopt an older child in a few years, our child, our baby, our family-has already been born. Is living right now in a world and a situation that is painful, scary, damaging, and lonely. I realized that I need to start now praying for them. Praying protection over them, praying for strength for them, praying that when the time comes for them to come home with us that they will have a heart open to being loved.
So I'm asking you to pray for them as well, my little fragile child. I know with conviction that they are already out there, experiencing the hardships that will bring them to me. Which I know sounds terrible, and if there were a way to avoid the hard part I would-but I can only do good with what satan will destroy, and I can only shed light where there has been darkness as God's hands...I know that there is something far larger than I will ever begin to comprehend happening in this, and so I just pray and wait until the moment when I know. So please please pray with me, just as I hope that someone was praying for me when I was alone.
Aside from that everything else is small potatoes...so couch hunting, HC moving to our house, and Cirque de Soleil this week are all happening, but nothing is as significant as this revelation.
Loves.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
A Mother's Love (part 2 I think?...)
So after discussing this at length with Kenny it just won't work for you to come here and stay until you and Kenny resolve your animosity towards each other. What happened during our visit there for your wedding was not good and you and I have at least been able to move beyond it and have a relationship. Kenny has not had any resolution or discussion with you about this and he feels that you hate him and have not apologized to him for what was done and said. You also need to realize that I am happy with Kenny and am staying with him. I am not moving back to Washington, I am not looking for anyone else in my life. I love you and want you to be able to come and visit me but it is his house too and I can't force him to be uncomfortable around you. I am sorry it is this way, I really want both of you in my life and it is very difficult to be in between the two of you.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
I have a feeling that this is not shocking at all, but I just wanted to say it today. It is so interesting to me that somewhere along the way I quit trying to be extraordinary when it came to constructing sentences, and started to worry more about just word vomiting with my hands on a keyboard.
I am so grateful for my new Home Community. Last night I got to talk with three of the other women(really? not girls anymore?), and it was so encouraging. We talked about how in the past each of us has had some bad experiences with other women in the church, and so we carry scars now that build walls of trepidation. It was refreshing to know that I am not alone, and that I don't have to walk by myself.
Also something to note: my largest goal, the one that Andrew and I have decided we will spend our lives working toward, is to run a camp for foster children. Last night the girl that I have hit it off with the most was telling me the story of her and her husband, and it led up to a point where a wealthy friend of her father's has some land near Orca's Island and wants to turn it into a Christian camp, wants them to run it for him....
Right then and there I told this stranger that if she needs help Andrew and I will sell everything we own, drop out of school, and go and run this camp with her and her husband. No lie.
Afterwards Andrew and I discussed it and we would. Mostly because God is good and the best things that have ever happened to me came from situations like that, but also because it would be so much easier to just skip to the good part-the part we're called to.
I would just pee my pants and explode with excitement if it happens. Could you imagine?
Sometimes when you think that the only thing you can do is work and work and work and work to get something, God shows up with the thing you're toiling for all wrapped in a bow(Andrew). Here's to hoping He's early for my birthday this year! ;)