Tuesday, August 5, 2025

Coercive Control Is Real Abuse: My Experiences With Coercive Control as a Child and Adult and What I'd Change if I Lived My Life Over Again



Boundary violations and mistakes plague my life, from me paying for my husband’s professional school loans to my friendship with a priest who sexually abused children.  Learning not only to recognize boundary violations, which was easy, but also how to handle them, which was not easy, has been a lifelong journey. Now I know the name for what I went through: coercive control.

That journey began in a dysfunctional childhood.

I was wounded not only from coercive control in my marriage, but I was also wounded by my own less-than-sanguine childhood that involved a couple of episodes of child sex abuse as well as date rape.  Both my parents were decent people, but both suffered wounds as children.  

My father’s parents were stern, although he described his mother as the more loving parent.  Since my son is on the high-functioning end of the autism spectrum, I wonder if my father was too.  He could be kind and friendly, but I don’t think he had good insights on interpersonal relationships, for example, he had five wives.  My two brothers and I, his only children, were products of his fourth marriage.  His fifth wife, our stepmother, clearly wished we had never been born.  She kept on confiding to me that she thought my brother should be written out of my Dad’s will.  I could not help but wonder if she confided the same about me to him.  She threw tantrums to get her way, and she excluded us children from our father’s bedside during his dying days. But whatever stepmother’s flaws, she was an amateur compared to my ex-husband’s second wife when it came to meting out coercive control. 

My mother struggled with depression to the point of not being able to function repeatedly throughout my childhood.  She died of cirrhosis of the liver, Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease, and heart failure when I was 28.  After her death, my cousin revealed to me that she was sexually abused by our grandfather.  Her symptoms throughout my childhood were consistent with that.

So I was not the happiest child growing up.  My parents, who did not have good coping skills themselves, could not teach me how to care for myself.  In fact, I was very much a caretaker.  First, I cared for my mother, the alcoholic.

I cleaned the house, did the laundry, and made my own dinner in hopes that if I took the stress off her, she could stop drinking.

It did not happen.  Eventually, I moved out of my Mother’s house and into my Dad’s.

I did not stay.  My stepmother was annoyed that I left clothes not on the floor of my room, but on the floor of my closet.  She was annoyed that she had to ask me to dishes and that I went off with friends without cleaning up after myself first. I was invited out by friends so rarely that I wanted to take advantage of the one or two opportunities offered to me.

She would take my father into another room and talk to him.

After a month or so, my Dad moved me into my own small house.

Now I had to cook for myself, and nobody cleaned up after me but me.  I handled that well enough.

Later, during college, I went to live with my Dad during the summer so I could earn money working in a tomato cannery, but this time I stayed in a room in my Dad’s plant buildings and not in the house.

I loved chocolate cake and one day I had off from work, I went to the store to buy cake mix, butter, cocoa and confectioner’s sugar for frosting.  I made  a chocolate cake with chocolate buttercream frosting.

Then I went to bed to sleep during the day because I worked at night.

That evening, my stepmother informed me she had taken the cake to her daughter’s house.

Boundary violation and coercive control.  Even though I bought all the ingredients myself with my own money, I had used her kitchen.  

I spent more and more time in my room. It was the one place that was mine.

My stepmother complained that I went on to study Range Management and education after earning a BS in Zoology.

Truthfully, she had a legitimate complaint.  My brother had become a highly paid engineer, but I had only a series of temporary jobs.  That was why I studied education.  I thought I could have some stability as a teacher, but the classroom discipline proved too challenging for me, so I became a Foreign Fisheries Observer instead.

I loved that work, but as the fishery was Americanized, it was no longer for me.

I would have to share my room with a cigarette-smoking American instead of having my own private non-smoking room on a Russian fishing vessel.  I retreated to land and to a job at a science museum.  

By then, my Dad was 80.  He and my stepmother needed my help caring for him.

My Dad’s Parkinson’s Disease and the fact that he did not care for my Stepmother's relatives, meant she needed my help to care for my Dad so she could visit her sister in Utah.  My Dad, who studied physics at Cal Tech, did not have much in common with my stepmother’s pleasant but high school-educated Mormon relatives.  They lived close to extraordinary geology, but did not visit it much to my Dad’s chagrin.  They preferred to stay at home and chat about various family members.  My Dad, whose favorite television program was Cosmos with Carl Sagan, was extremely bored.  So every year, I spent ten days or so caring for my father while my stepmother went to visit her family in Utah.  At first, my Dad and I would meet my Dad's cousin in Monterey, the town in California where my Dad grew up.  We stayed together in the available rooms at Asilomar, the state convention facility facing the Pacific Ocean.  We visited my other aunt, who had a home in Carmel, and visited Pt. Lobos State Park, the Monterey Bay Aquarium, and ate at fish restaurants at the wharf.  My father remembered when Monterey was a fishing village of 5,000, always bemoaned what had become of his hometown with far fewer trees and ever so many more houses and cars.  Even since my childhood visits to my grandmother's house in the 1960s, I could remember the ever-expanding housing developments and roads, but who cannot love Monterey?  Enough of the natural beauty remains for the town and its environs to be magnetically beautiful.

But as time passed, my father’s ability to walk and get around deteriorated.  He required a walker to walk.  He was too stubborn to accept a wheelchair.  He had a Handicapped Parking rearview mirror hanger, but my stepmother always took it with her.

One visit, I asked for it so I could more easily care for my father.  

My stepmother replied, “You can have it when I am not using it.”

(Coercive control abuse of both me and my father.)

So, I parked where I could without the handicapped parking permit and patiently walked the distance with my father across the parking lot to wherever we wanted to go.

My father also had a visit from a Visiting Nurse during that week, my stepmother was away.  The nurse seized on the opportunity to have someone follow instructions that my stepmother would not follow.  She had me bring over some of my Dad’s equipment so my Dad could putter in the house without having tp walk with his walker over to his plant buildings in the cold and rain of winter or the endless and intense heat of California summers.

The visiting nurse implored me to use whatever influence I had to persuade my stepmother to follow the nurse's advice.

I told the nurse that I had no more influence than she did, probably less.  But I was a nurse myself.  I found it challenging not to obey her advice.

Under the visiting nurse's instructions, I also removed the poisonous cleaning supplies my stepmother had stored under the bathroom sink, next to the mouthwash, and placed them in boxes in another room. The nurse had witnessed my Dad removing Clorox or some other cleaning fluid first when he wanted to use the mouthwash.

I realized I was doing too much in a situation I could not change.  I wanted to care for my father so much.  I loved him deeply, but I knew I had to care for myself.  But I didn't need to worry about my father; my stepmother was furious when she came home.  She never again asked me to care for my father, although I agonized over what to do.

This was the agony of being a caretaker, but by then, I had my husband to care for, and I became his caretaker.

(I traded one relationship characterized by coercive control for another.)

When my father passed away and I inherited $222,000 from him, the first thing I did was pay off my husband’s professional school loans to the tune of $68,000 without a pre-nuptial or a post-nuptial agreement.  When he tried not to pay my son child support and then he and his extremely emotionally abusive second wife forced my daughter from his house a few months before her 18th birthday, I knew that I was still the caretaker.  I had learned nothing.  My ex-husband had taken me to court to take physical custody of my daughter away from me.  The law assumes that the parent with physical custody of a child will also support that child through college.  For example, because my son was legally in my custody, the government used my much lower income to determine if my son needed college loans and grants.  My daughter, despite being made unwelcome at her father’s house, because she was in his custody according to court documents, would have had to use her father’s much higher income when applying for college grants and loans.  Moreover, her father cut off contact with her so that she was not even able to ask for the $12,000.00 plus college funds he was saving for her per our divorce agreement.  I was the custodian of my son’s account and had also managed to save $1,000.00 for my daughter.  I just gave my child their college funds automatically when they needed them.

But what I had done for my ex-husband did not end at me paying for his professional school education.  I also bought him his first car, helped him buy our third car, put down $71,000 for our house, put in money to pay down our house mortgage, and put about $35,000 towards remodeling our home—all without pre-nuptial or post nuptial agreements.  If I had done right by myself, I would have come out of our divorce about $100,000 ahead of where I came out.

If I had known ahead of time that my ex-husband would not help my daughter through college, and would try not to help my son, I would have had both Pre-Nuptial and Post-Nuptial agreements guaranteeing that I would be compensated by putting our house in my name as compensation for all the financial help I gave him.  His college loans carried an 8 percent interest rate over thirty years.  I figure I saved him $300,000 by paying the loans off after my father died.  My ex-husband complained about all the child support he paid to me and my son over the years, but that money came out to much less than the money I saved him.

In addition, not only did I not protect myself financially when I married my husband, but I also did not care for my time and my ability to fulfill myself through my own professional work life.

I worked as a Foreign Fisheries Observer on Soviet, Japanese, and Polish fishing vessels in the 1980s.  I loved the work, but it consisted of 11 temporary working cruises on ships fishing off the coasts of Alaska, Oregon, and Washington.  Later, I worked as an Exhibit Assistant at a science museum.  But that two was a series of low-paid part-time or temporary jobs.  I needed a career.  I knew I loved working abroad, that I didn't mind not living with all the modern comforts, that I was good at learning languages, and that I was happy among people who didn't share the same culture I grew up in.  I decided to become a Registered Nurse with the goal of working in an underserved area in the Third World, either with an aid organization or as a volunteer after natural disasters.

I was introduced to my ex-husband when he was in professional school and I was in taking pre-requisites for nursing.  I soon gave up my dreams to marry him.  After our children were born, I just spent my time caring for them and for him.  My son was on the Autism spectrum and was not able to adjust to daycare, pre-school, or kindergarten, so I just homeschooled him.  I started teaching Sunday school classes at our local Catholic Church so I could give my son a chance to experience classrooms in a situation where there would be no consequences if he failed to adapt.

Every morning, I rose before my husband, made his breakfast and lunch, and ironed his shirts.  In the spring, when the sun rose at 5 AM, I brought our restless children into my bed (I did not sleep with my husband due to his incessant and loud snoring) to keep them quiet while their father slept.  Of course I did not sleep.

When Dad was at work, I either read books with my child as they learned to read or helped them with math. Or we would go to the local science museum or the mall for lunch and a visit with the animals in the pet store.

I was the woman who had traveled and worked around the world, and now my life revolved around caring for my husband and children.

I loved my life, but that didn't mean there were no holes. Once, when the UPS man made a delivery at my house, we chatted for twenty minutes about a radio talk show host neither of us liked.

Church relieved some of my isolation.  I had new friends—a spicy former nun and a meek but very faith filled older woman who wanted to become a nun.  I also became friends with a  former teacher who was now the stay at home mom of three children who bracketed my children in ages.

Still my life revolved around other people while I put whatever goals I might have had for my own development on hold.

When the clergy abuse scandal enveloped my church, that became my cause.  The priest who had baptized me and my children Catholic was removed because he had abused children.

He had groomed my son and me, which caused me to become overly fond of him.

Another boundary violation on his part caused me to blur my own boundaries.

But not only had my son never been alone with the priest who primarily targeted boys, I had, despite the blurred boundaries, kept a careful distance from the priest.

I was very fond of him, yes.  I wrote to him many times after he was removed, but when he was our pastor, I only approached him after Mass only if no one else was waiting for him.  Which is to say only very rarely as he was a very popular priest.

I did ask him for spiritual direction and met with him three times over the course of a year. Beyond the usual hugs he gave, there was no extra physical contact between any of us. 

I would not have developed an attachment to the priest had he not made an effort to wave to me, or speak to me, or even welcome us (because where I went, both my children went) to his office for the spiritual direction.

But it was a blurring of boundaries.  I had become extraordinarily fond of a man not my husband, despite the fact that nothing untoward had ever happened.

But my husband’s reaction was extreme anger and jealousy.  Before I met the priest, my husband would shout at me for forty-five minutes, three times a year, over things that should not have elicited such a reaction, such as speaking to another man in Russian.

These incidents were also boundary violations, but they were few and rare, so I discounted them.

After the priest was removed, my ex-husband began shouting at me three times a week for two hours at a time.

The incident that provoked this was more than the priest’s removal and my support for the priest; it was the fact that I let a man from my church babysit our children.

My ex-husband shouted..... didn’t I know men abused children much more than women. It was OK for me to be friends with women, but it was not Ok for me to be friends with men.

This time, I could not ignore the boundary violation.

We were in marriage counseling, but we were never able to resolve our differences.

My husband could not understand that the wife who had traveled around the world alone and worked on fishing vessels with so many men, who were just friends, found it normal to be friends with men.

That I had to keep my distance from an abusive priest was understandable, but I did not expect to see him more than two hours a year or one e-mail a month.

In time, I realized that the priest’s abuses were much more in number and severity than the church had admitted to.  I realized that it was a serious mistake for me to take my children to see him.  But neither he nor the church revealed the truth.  I had to hear it from the media.

Boundary violations have plagued me all my life.

Sometimes you have to care for the other people in your life.  You have to give your life over to your baby, or the baby dies.  Your older parent may someday require assistance with activities such as eating or using the toilet.  

In these situations, all you can do is try to do is carve out time for yourself.  The rest of the time, you have to ask what is appropriate for another person to ask you to do something for them, if it is appropriate.

But even if we fail, life provides us with learning opportunities.  My attachment to the priest caused me to ask the questions no one else asked about the clergy abuse scandal.

I wanted to know more about the scandal and his case, and learned that the church knew about his abuses for twenty years before he was removed.

For twenty years, they had blurred boundaries they should have kept, and put a man they knew had abusive proclivities out among families with children.

Because of what I knew, I switched sides from supporting the abusive priest to supporting the survivors who had come forward and had their abuse denied.

Another boundary violation.

You don’t want a relationship with someone who knowingly places you in harms way.

So even when we make mistakes, we can learn from them and use that knowledge to help ourselves and others.

So the message is this:

Keeping careful boundaries keeps you safe from harm.

But if you make a mistake, don’t take it out on your self esteem.  Learn and do good with that knowledge.

I don’t know how to give rules for exact boundaries as there are times when we should help other people.

The most important rules I can think of include:

If you are uncomfortable, listen to you own tuition.  You probably should not do what someone else is asking of you if you have a nagging feeling that what they are asking is not good for you.

If you need help, ask for it although I remain terrible at this.

If what someone else asks of you harms you, you should not do it,

Do not assume you will be happily married forever as I did.  Get the pre-nuptial and post-nuptial agreements to protect your own assets.  Don’t simply pay for the house and your spouses education with no strings attached.

Protect your children in divorce as your spouse might not care for them when they need college or other help.

Friday, August 1, 2025

Science Is Real; God Is Real Too: Do the Right Thing

I worked as a biological technician for a couple of science agencies of the US government that President Trump is trying to make much smaller or eliminate. I loved being a biologist. Evolution is the cornerstone of biology. Evolution explains the how and why of the history of life on Earth, like what happened to the dinosaurs. I know that evolution is real and that the Universe is billions of years old. 

I loved evolution, and it was the core of what I studied in college. I did not attend church because many Christians did not believe that evolution of life on earth was true.

After I gave birth to my second child, I suffered postpartum depression because I was always up, caring for a baby or a toddler, and was not able to sleep.  My husband had a really good-paying job, but he worked long hours. It took some doing, but he finally took the baby watch a couple of nights a week so I could sleep a couple of nights a week. I still had trouble sleeping because I remained anxious. I listened to Art Bell on Coast to Coast radio, which was close to three decades ago. One night, he had on a Christian pastor named Howard Storm. Howard Storm had been an agnostic like me. Unlike me, he had been hedonistic and selfish. I don't drink or smoke. I never even tried drugs, and I had a propensity for participating in peace groups. I helped build homes for Armenian families that lost their homes during the Armenian earthquake in December 1988. Later, I went to Jordan, Gaza (yes, that Gaza), the West Bank of the Jordan River, and Israel to listen to both sides of the Israeli/Palestinian conflict. I grieve the current loss of life in Gaza and the West Bank and in Israel, albeit to a much lesser degree, but a blown-up home is still a blown-up home and a dead child is still a dead child.

Before I believed in God, I yearned for people to be kind to each other and care for each other. I grieved that we humans have created hell on earth for so many of us. I know about the troll farms where people are forced by corrupt business people to hack into the email accounts, financial accounts, blogs, and Facebook accounts of people like me. Some people do this for fun and profit, but many are forced to do it to survive.

https://virtualarmour.com/the-modern-hacker-who-they-are-where-they-live-what-theyre-after/

https://www.wired.com/story/most-dangerous-hackers-youve-never-heard-of/

https://apnews.com/article/myanmar-thailand-scam-centers-trapped-humanitarian-c1cab4785e14f07859ed59c821a72bd2

https://www.developmentaid.org/news-stream/post/192832/myanmar-cyber-slavery

What the people who are hacking me don't know is that they are dooming themselves to a hellish afterlife experience. It may not be forever, but it might feel that way. Obviously, this is not true for the people who are held in prison farms and forced to try to scam people like me, but they still have to make amends for the harm they have caused. All this hacking and scamming reminds of pastor Howard Storm who died and went to hell because he was arrogant, selfish and good at making cruel jokes.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zVK-rUn2LmM

For the hackers who are serving as troll slaves, know what happened is going to happen to your bosses when they die, except the bosses may stay in hell for eternity. But you, too, have to work on being good people. You don't have to be a Christian. Buddhism teaches lots of good things, although there are bad Buddhist monks and priests too, just like the pedophiles in the Catholic Church (along with lots of really good people too).

No bad act is without consequence, but the consequence you may experience is to experience the interaction from the point of view of the person you hurt.

I spent my twenties studying animals. I saw lots of dead fish, but once I watched an octopus crawl up through a bin of freshly caught dead fish, over to the side of the fishing vessel I was on, and over the rim of the vessel, falling into the ocean. That was one smart invertebrate.

That is one way I know God exists. Who would have thought that invertebrates could be so intelligent? But they are. Perhaps dolphins and elephants are more intelligent than human beings. They just don't have opposable thumbs, so they can't build things very well. And animals are conscious. That octopus knew what it had to do to survive. Biologists studying animals have discovered that they experience grief, compassion, and curiosity. Just ask Jane Goodall about chimpanzees. She is still alive and sometimes even on YouTube.

What God is is a consciousness that is more powerful and much nicer than human beings, although she is inclined to let humans learn things the hard way. But God does give guidance now and then. Rabbi Hillel was one of those guides, as were Jesus, Mohammed, the Buddha, and whoever created yoga.

After working as a biologist, I was in my thirties, and marriage and children did not appear to be on the horizon, so I went to nursing school and became a registered nurse. My favorite job was working in a psychiatric hospital. What I know is that spiritual practices heal. Mindfulness meditation is very healing, and it is a religious practice. Yoga, when done meditatively, as it is supposed to be done in Hinduism, is very healing. Christian centering prayer, which I learned in the Catholic Church, is very healing and is a religious practice too. Native American dancing, when done meditatively, is also healing.  Many meditative religious practices also heal psychological trauma.

I know because I was a child sex abuse survivor who went through a very unstable childhood and trauma because my mother was also a child sex abuse survivor who suffered from chronic depression and alcoholism. I, too, struggled with chronic mild depression, low self-esteem, and anxiety for decades.

But I recovered while going through a very traumatic child custody battle over almost ten years. What did I do? I journaled everything, so I could document what my children and I were going through for a potential legal case. I had to reread what I wrote to know what to tell the court-ordered parenting coordinator and the therapists I obtained court orders for our family to work with.

Journaling about trauma that you are going through and rereading your journaling can be painful, but in the long run, it helps you process and heal the psychological wounds (PTSD) caused by that trauma.

However, I also studied every skill the therapists and the parenting coordinator mentioned, such as Dialectical Behavior Therapy and Nonviolent Communication.

For those of you who are slaves who are forced to try to scam little old ladies like me, I know you are traumatized too. You are probably so broken that you may no longer know what is moral. So many of you are in the country of Myanmar. Turn to Buddhist meditation and values to help you get through the hell you are living through. Know you must eventually resist. Know that your bosses who are mistreating you are going to the hell Howard Storm described in the video I posted.

To the bosses who are forcing people to scam little old ladies like me, just know you are going to hell if you don't change, and you better change right now because your scam factory can be hit by an earthquake or a typhoon tomorrow, and typhoons are increasing in severity and frequency because global warming is real. You might not be the primary source of evil. Our world is replete with evil leaders, and the USA has a significant share of responsibility. But you are still responsible for making the right choice.

I handed out articles on clergy abuse to people in my Catholic Church that showed that the leadership of our beloved Franciscan priest had covered up the child abuse he committed for decades before he baptized and then groomed my autistic son and me. A woman in the church leadership provoked me into shouting before Mass. I was shouting about the leadership of the Franciscan Order covering up child sex abuse by our pastor for 20 years, so they called the police on me. It was choreographed. Buy my book if you want to know more about the story.

I lost my marriage and my financial stability, and I would do it again. I have no regrets about not doing the right things. Doing the right thing is hard. Doing the right thing is painful. Doing the right things is filled with loss. That is why so many people don't do the right thing. But how is our world ever going to get better if people don't do the right thing?

@ Virginia Jones 2025


Thursday, July 31, 2025

 Hackers, I know you are all thousands of you are reading my blog. I know a lot of you are slaves forced to try to hack little old ladies like me. I am sorry for your bad situation, but you all have all taught me not to trust anyone. I am a senior citizen with limited financial resources. Do you want to put me on the streets?

If you have a chance, Google Howard Storm's Near-Death Experience. He was a selfish man who died and went to hell. Hell isn't exactly the way it is in many Christian churches. It is real. It is awful. You keep reliving the harm you do to others. You and your bosses will know my suffering if you manage to drain me of my resources. You will, in fact, relive them yourselves. This old planet is becoming a hellhole because money should not be free speech. All the peace and love and living simply nonsense is not nonsense. It is what we are supposed to do. Fancy cars will crash and send your bosses and captors driving them to hell. Airplanes will crash and send your captors and bosses to hell. Perhaps you could all come together and rush your captors and bosses at once. 

I wish I could change the many awful things about the United States. If you have read my blog, then you will know that.

You are engaging in evil. If you are forced to do it, stop. If you are doing it voluntarily, you may go to hell and never get out. It's worse than debtor's prison.

So, read Howard Storm's book about how he died and went to hell, and stop hacking little old ladies old enough to be your grandmother.

Saturday, December 23, 2017

What I Learned In Order to Thrive After Abuse (Not In Order)

I have had to learn a lot after coming to terms with child sex abuse and date rape at age 42.  Actually it tool me another three years before I realized just how much I was harmed by abuse.  I went back to my journal and read what I wrote the day after I was raped.  I had reread many pages in my diary, but not that one, and it was a shocker.  I wrote about how dirty I felt afterwards.  My words were filled with pain and anger at myself, at the two young men who raped me and at all men.

I won't share more of my story right now.

Healing has been a slow process guided by a therapist and then by learning Compassionate Listening as taught by The Compassionate Listening Project and then by reading about Non-Violent Communication and Dialectical Behavioral Therapy.

This is going to be an evolving blog, so check back to read more later.

These are some of the things I learned along the way.

1.  The first step in healing is coming to terms with what happened.  You cannot move forward until you do that.

2.  Healing is always a two steps forward and one step backwards process.  It's OK to move backwards now and then.  That is part of the process of growing and changing.

3.  Be kind and caring and gentle to yourself.  Speak to yourself gently and lovingly.  Remember that the power of suggestion is real.  If you keep telling yourself that you are dumb and worthless and stupid, you will make your healing journey, your movement forward much more challenging.

4.  Love yourself, nurture yourself, cheer yourself forward.  Remember the power of suggestion is positive as well as negative.  Tell yourself these thing:  I am brave, I am growing stronger, I am learning, I am growing, I am getting better and better all the time, I am loving, I am compassionate, I am good, I am just, I am beautiful, I am great, I am worthwhile, I am lovable, I am worthy of respect, I am wise.....  What other affirmations can you think of to tell yourself?

5.  Replace being ashamed of yourself and worrying about what other people think with compassion and respect for yourself and your needs and feelings.

6.  Work on nurturing respect for others and their needs and feelings as you cannot have healthy relationships with other people if you don't have respect and compassion for others as well as for yourself.

7.  Healing from Abuse is like the Five Stages of grief and loss with Dying described by Elizabeth Kubler Ross:  Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance.  Forgiven me for the swear words.  I was watching Orange in the New Black when I wrote this.

a.  I don't remember being abused OR well something like abuse happened to me but I turned out OK.

b.  I am so angry at the people who abused me and the people who covered that abuse up.  I can't heal if they don't apologize and aren't punished.

c.  If only I talk enough and tell people how bad HE/THEY are, people will figure out who is right and who is wrong.  And then I will get justice, and then I can heal.

d.  I never got justice.  No one cares.  The world is an evil place.  I am alone or I won my case and I felt good for a day or two or for a month, but I still have the same problems.  People are still mean to me and do things that make me angry or hurt me.  People still don't love me.  Nothing but bad happens to me.  LIFE IS A PIECE OF SH%T.

e.  I got handed a piece of sh%t in life.  There is nothing I can do to change from the past.  The past is what it is.

Death is final, but abuse isn't.  So we have to add one more step.

f.  What am I going to do to improve my piece of sh%t life?

8.  Anger is a major step of the path to healing, but it needs to be channeled in ways that help you.  If you don't channel it properly, it can ruin your relationships, your job opportunities, and your life.
You can learn about some ways to calm yourself down at these blogs:  Healing the Wounds of Abuse: How I Harmed Myself With My Anger and 8 Ways Housework Heals Me and Healing the Wounds of Abuse: How I Harmed Myself Through My Anger and 9 Ways Gardening Heals Me.

9.  It is really hard to cope with someone shouting at you or criticizing you or blaming you.  When someone does that to me I feel angry and frustrated and hurt, and I don't want to do what that person wants me to do.  But know also what is true for you and me is also true for other people.  If you respond to others with anger back when they mistreat you, your anger will harm you.  Instead work on how to respond calmly.  Journal.  Make a plan for what to do.  (For tips, read my blog on journaling:  How to Journal to Heal from Abuse and my blogs on how to heal anger:  Healing the Wounds of Abuse: How I Harmed Myself With My Anger and 8 Ways Housework Heals Me and Healing the Wounds of Abuse: How I Harmed Myself Through My Anger and 9 Ways Gardening Heals Me.

10.  Drama is not a relationship skill.

11.  Drama is not a job skill.

12.  BE ON GUARD TO LISTEN in order to calm arguments and heal relationship problems.  I have to keep on reminding myself of this because I get triggered to anger if people yell at me or accuse me or blame me or lie about me.  When we respond with anger, we can harm our relationships  with friends and family or lose our jobs.

13.  You can heal on your own, but support along the way makes the journey easier.  Don't give up easily.  Be persistent.  Try a support group but don't just go once.  Go at least ten times before deciding it can't help you.  Go to a therapist at least as many times if not weekly -- for years.  Read books.  Follow advice from reputable sources (ie. Therapists, books written by therapists, wounded survivor healers, domestic violence advocates) and more.  Go on retreats and workshops.

14.  Forgive yourself for making mistakes.  Instead of berating yourself for making mistakes turn them into learning experiences.  (Practical advice:  Journal about what happened.  Then make a plan what to do better next time journal based on Compassionate Listening, Dialectical Behavioral Therapy or Non-Violent Communication, your therapist or your support group).  See also my blog about journaling:  How to Journal to Heal from Abuse

15.  People may irritate you by trying to tell you to forgive which feels like letting the abuser of the hook for taking responsibility for the abuse, but a better way to think of it is Radical Acceptance.  Radical Acceptance means we make peace with the past.  Radical Acceptance is a concept core to Dialectical Behavioral Therapy.

16.  Radical Acceptance means I can't change the past.  It happened.  Things are what they are.  What happened happened.  What happened made me the person I am:  The good and the bad.  I can't change what happened, but I can work on making my future better.

17.  Accept responsibility for your thoughts, feelings and actions.  Act knowing you are responsible for your thoughts, feelings and actions.

18.  If you are experiencing a bad moment, remember it is just this moment, this day, this week or even this month, but it is not forever.  What is happening now is temporary.  Sometimes more bad things will happen, but good things will also happen.  The challenge is to wait out the bad times or, better yet, to make proverbial lemonade out of a lemon and actively change your life to make your world better.

19.  Find a spiritual connection to help you make sense of what happened, but make sure it is one that does not blame the victim.

© 2015 Virginia Jones.  






Thursday, June 8, 2017

Books I Found Helpful For Healing After Abuse

I was sexually abused around 1963 by two teenaged boys in my neighborhood when I was four years old.  My mother, who was also sexually abused as a child by someone in her neighborhood, struggled with depression and rotated in and out of mental hospitals until Ronald Reagan cut the budget for most of them.  She was too wrapped up in her pain to notice that I was gone.  And it was the days when people were much more relaxed about allowing their children to roam the neighborhood unsupervised.

I did not understand what the boys did to me, but I knew it was bad because I had at least been told that these were my private parts.  I knew, whatever it was they did to me, they weren't supposed to do it to me.

When I was six I told my mother what the boys did to me.

She said, "That's were babies come from," but she didn't do anything.

Her nonchalant response gave me the message that what happened to me was not significant.

This is a short book list


Begin by coming to terms with abuse.

Ellen Bass and Louise Thornton, Eds, I Never Told Anyone:  Writings by Women Survivors of Child Sexual Abuse, 1991.

Dorais, Michel, Don't Tell: The Sexual Abuse of Boys. 2009.

Angelou, Maya, I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, 1969.

Bauschard, Louise, Voices Set Free: Battered Women Speak From Prison, 1986.

This book is authored by a pioneer in the domestic violence movement who discovered that some of the women she worked with served time in prison for killing the husband who tried to kill them.  As she looked into women serving time in prison, she discovered how many of them suffered from various forms of abuse through much of their lives.  In other words, our judicial system was punishing deeply wounded women who had not had proper support for healing.

Mohammed, Mildred,  Sacred Silent:  The Mildred Mohammed Story, 2010.

Remember the DC sniper who was black Muslim John Mohammed and his youthful and naive accomplice, Lee Boyd Malvo.  The media covered the fact that this pair were black Muslims killing white people.  Mildred Mohammed knew better.  She knew that she was the target.  She had suffered severe emotional and financial abuse while married to her former husband.  When she left him, he committed the act most guaranteed to hurt her -- he took their children and fled to a Caribbean Island.  Broken hearted and alone, she retreated to a domestic violence shelter to heal.  Eventually she got her children back and moved from the Pacific Northwest to the environs of Washington DC to be as far from her abusive husband as she could be.  Eventually what she knew would happen happened.  The DC sniper's car turned up outside of her house.  She survived to start a not-for-profit, After The Trauma, to help domestic violence survivors and write this book.

Mam, Somaly, 

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Observing Domestic Month: Virginia’s Resources for Help and Healing From Abuse -- Domestic Violence Month

Please note that I deactivated links for organizations that I do not have specific permission for links, but you can still cut and paste addresses.

National Coalition Against Domestic Violence Email: mainoffice@ncadv.org Hotlines:1.800.799.SAFE (7233) and 1.800.787.3224 (TTY) Website: http://www.ncadv.org

domesticshelters.org https://www.domesticshelters.org  Find  a shelter anywhere in the country and access dozens, hundreds of articles on survivors stories and all aspects of coping with domestic violence.

Some local Portland area resources for help for coping with domestic violence (all found on domesticshelters.org):

The Gateway Center for Domestic Violence Services -- business phone: 503-988-6400 website: https://www.portlandoregon.gov/gatewaycenter/
Portland Women's Crisis Line -- hotline: 503-235-5333 website: http://pwcl.org
VOA Home Free -- hotline: 503-771-5503 website: http://www.voaor.org/children-and-family
Bradley Angle House  -- hotline: 503-281-2442 website: http://bradleyangle.org
Raphael House of Portland -- hotline: 503-222-6222 website: http://raphaelhouse.com
Russian Oregon Social Services --hotline: 503-777-3437 website: http://www.emoregon.org/ross.php
Native American Youth and Family Center Healing Circle -- business phone: 503-288-8177 
website: http://nayapdx.org/services/critical-services/domestic-violence-healing-circle/
Americans Overseas Domestic Violence Crisis Center  -- hotline: 866-879-6636 website: http://www.866uswomen.org
Immigrant & Refugee Community -- business phone: 503-234-1541 website: http://www.irco.org
Sexual Assault Resource Center -- hotline: 503-640-5311 website: http://sarcoregon.org
Los Ninos Cuentan -- hotline: 503-933-7840 website: http://losninoscuentan.org
South Asian Women's Empowerment & Resource Alliance -- hotline: 503-778-7386 
website: http://www.dvrc-or.org/sawera-1/

Stories about survivors of abuse and their supporters:

The Story of a Supporter of a Survivor:  Preston McMurry met and married, Donna Theresa, the love of his life and then puzzled over her struggles with intimacy and her tendency to leave him without explanation  The their marriage counselor said only one thing could cause such issues -- severe child physical, emotional and sexual abuse.  The problem was that Donna Theresa did not remember being abused.  Donna and Pres made a trip to her home town in Italy to find the truth.  They found it, but when they returned to the United States Donna was so profoundly disturbed by her past that she left Pres for a final time.  Pres struggled with deep grief and founded Theresa’s Fund to provide financial support and fund raising advice to non-profits combatting family violence.  Then, one day after a seven year silence from Donna Theresa, Pres received the phone call of his life....

Here is Pres’s story in his own words: https://vimeo.com/129269349

The rest of these stories are from my blog, the Garden of Roses: Stories of Abuse and Healing ( http://compassionategathering.blogspot.com ) or my You Tube Channel -- Healing is a Sacred Journey (https://www.youtube.com/user/StopAbuseHealWounds ).  You can also check out my Facebook for stories on abuse and healing from a variety of sources -- Compassionate Gathering: https://www.facebook.com/Compassionate-Gathering-359700572676/timeline/?ref=hl

Preston McMurry also shared his story with me:

Part One: The Man Who Went to the Ends of the Earth To Help His Child Abuse Survivor Wife Heal http://compassionategathering.blogspot.com/2014/11/pres-and-donna-theresa-love-story-that.html

Part Two: Pres Works on Healing From the Loss of Donna Theresa http://compassionategathering.blogspot.com/2014/12/pres-and-donna-theresa-part-two-pres.html


The Story of a Domestic Violence Survivor: Princess, the Domestic Violence Survivor Who Was Abused by Her Husband and then by Her Church http://compassionategathering.blogspot.com/2014/04/princess-domestic-violence-survivor.html




The Story of a Clergy Abuse Survivor Who Became Homeless

Please Help Me Find Gary, the Homeless Clergy Abuse Survivor Who Disappeared http://compassionategathering.blogspot.com/2014/04/please-help-me-find-gary-homeless.html

Helping Danny or How to Heal the Wounds of Clergy Abuse (Danny and Gary are the same person but Helping Danny takes place in early 2008, and the story about finding Gary took place in early 2014.) http://compassionategathering.blogspot.com/2014/07/helping-danny-or-how-to-heal-wounds-of.html

Child Sex Abuse:

The homeless, alcoholic gay man I met in downtown Portland turned out to be a former prostitute...and child sex abuse survivor -- My Spirt, My Call http://compassionategathering.blogspot.com/2011_09_01_archive.html

Feet Running and Bare: How Lydia Survived Incest https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v2HhfbyOQqE

Virginia’s Story of Surviving and Healing From Child Sex Abuse.  I was also raped on a date at age 22, but I am not able to share that story yet.   In addition, I am a survivor of severe, ongoing, emotional domestic violence.  I am not yet able to share more than bits and pieces of that story either.

Into the Abyss (http://compassionategathering.blogspot.com/2014/11/into-abyss.html) is my story of struggling with depression after the end of a relationship.  Many survivors of child sex abuse struggle with feeling abandoned and unwanted, feelings that are magnified when relationships end.  I wish I knew that 40 years ago.  I would have understood better the deep depressions I suffered after the end of every significant romantic relationship I experienced. 

Coming To Terms With Date Rape and Child Sex Abuse: I Was "The Sinful Woman" http://compassionategathering.blogspot.com/2015/06/i-am-sinful-woman-who-washed-jesus-feet.html

My Fifth Memory (Was Being Sexually Abused at Age Four) http://compassionategathering.blogspot.com/2015/01/the-fifth-memory.html

How I helped myself heal:


How I Harmed Myself With My Anger and 9 Ways Gardening Calms Anger: http://compassionategathering.blogspot.com/2015/04/the-healing-power-of-gardening-or-how.html

How I Harmed Myself With My Anger and 8 Ways Housework Calms Anger:http://compassionategathering.blogspot.com/2015/04/the-healing-power-of-housework-or-how.html

As a child I had no support from my parents who were struggling with their own issues.  I am old enough that society was much less aware of the harmed caused by abuse when I was a child than it is today.  I struggled with depression and other issues.  I found a measure of healing walking in nature   Please note that to truly heal, I still needed insight and relationship and communication skills.  To learn these I needed individual therapy, books on the subject of abuse, and classes in Non-Violent Communication and Compassionate Listening.  However, walking in nature or in parks in the city both calmed my anxiety and anger and lifted me up when I was sad.  Sometimes nature also helped me have better insight about my life.

Larch Mountain Meditation Walk https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D-GVKiQZLhw

Willamette Esplanade Evening Walk 2013 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c2geTM5Ez3E

Healing the Wounds of Abuse Through Nature Meditations: A Walk By Smith and Bybee Lakes http://compassionategathering.blogspot.com/2015/05/meditation-on-moving-from-victim-to.html