About This Blog

My blog shares my recovery journey from childhood abuse to living with mental illness. I've been involved in twelve step groups and therapy since 1982. I accepted Jesus as my Savior in 1988. To the best of my ability, I have followed where He wants me to go and what He wants me to do. Maybe you'll find the hope and strength you need through what I write. Maybe you want to stop hurting yourself. Maybe you have a friend who needs help and can benefit from my story. I was newly disabled when I asked God this question: "What do you want me to do with my life?" I closed my eyes and paused for a few moments to still my mind. This is what I sensed from Him: "Amy, I want you to write your story to bring hope and healing to those who are still suffering." And that's exactly what I am doing!

Thursday, November 13, 2014

Talking and Tears Like Rain

Simply put, there are memories that don't want to be talked about.  I have at least one, perhaps two that I don't want to talk about.  These could be the ones that keep my food addiction in play so I have to ask myself, "How Important Is It?"

I told Faith that I can't stop therapy with her until all this excess weight is off - 80 pounds or so..  I was putting my foot down.  I knew it had to do with feelings and emotions and food and probably untold sexual abuse secrets.

I knew I'd have to delve back into those memories and talk about the ones I'd been avoiding for the last eight years.  What Carol and I began in 2006 was now going to go deeper into the core of the problem  There was another person close to me who abused me through domination.

Then there's four others.  Two of which I have vivid memories and the other two I felt creeped out when I was around them.  Sick to my stomach creeped out.  There were multiple perpetrators at one time.  I felt like a revolving door.

I felt like my purpose in life was to be used for someone else's sexual gratification.  I had no identity - before the abuse or afterward.  I was used up, I cleaned up and then they left.  They would make comments about my body.  They would compare my body to someone else's.  They would act as if nothing transpired when it was done.

I would be confused afterward.  Did I do it right?  Was I still someone you liked?  Did the bleeding bother you?  I'll do better next time.

The messages I told myself were based on receiving favor from these perpetrators.  People who took advantage of me turned into people I wanted to please and get approval from.  This is how my childhood was:

Verbal Abuse - Say the right thing and don't get yelled at.
     Problem:  Never found out what the right thing was.
Mental Abuse - Think about what the right behavior is and do it
     Problem:  Never figured out the right behavior
Physical Abuse - Avoid confrontations when drunk came home
     Problem:  He always drew me into a confrontation or I picked one
Sexual Abuse - Pretend I'm asleep or unresponsive
     Problem:  It didn't matter what I did

Being 80+ pounds overweight has been used as a shield of protection.

Lord, in all your wisdom, comfort and grace, please replace this false shield of protection and
"hold up the shield of faith to stop the fiery arrows of the devil. (Eph 6:16)