Miracles

Miracles

Everyone has a different understanding of miracles. Depending on your perspective, they mean everything from a massive shift in circumstances to spiritual enlightenment. Google defines it as “a surprising and welcome event that is not explicable by natural or scientific laws and is considered to be divine”. My understanding comes from personal experience. I define a miracle as a “realization” or a change in the way we see the world. I am not referring to an intellectual understanding. I am referring to a deep inner knowing in which the entire self is aligned.

In the past six years, I have experienced countless miracles. Most have come after I have asked for some guidance. I am pretty stubborn about asking for guidance, so usually, it happens after substantial pain and suffering on my part. After all this time, I wish I would be just a little more flexible. read more…

From Dissociation to Awareness

From Dissociation to Awareness

Dissociation was my defense mechanism of choice when I was young. The sexual, physical and emotional abuse started when I was only three years old, and I could not escape it, so I learned to leave my body entirely. At the time, it kept me sane. In adulthood, it wasn’t serving me, but I didn’t know that.

When I found yoga sixteen years ago, I was living my life in my mind. I did not realize that there was another way to live. I was so dissociated that the only moments I spent in my body were in yoga class, and honestly, I was pretty good at doing yoga without grounding myself (except for the balancing postures).

I first heard about healing meditation during a trip to an ashram. Honestly, before the trip, I thought meditation involved sitting on a mountain top chanting mantras for days. I really had no interest. I tried meditation while at the ashram, but it was extremely challenging for me. My mind had always run my life. I didn’t know how to quiet my mind. When I was successful, I felt like I lost myself completely. When my mind was quiet, I ceased to exist. That produced more fear. I made a decision that meditation was not for me.

Fast forward ten years and I was still dissociated. The yoga helped some, but not enough. I knew something had to change. I started reading self-development books, and one resonated with me: The Power of Now by Eckhart Tolle. From reading that book, I discovered something new about meditation. It wasn’t about sitting on a mountain top. It wasn’t about shutting down my mind. It was about living in the present. Most importantly, it was about being in my body. Of course, I had spent about five minutes in my body during my lifetime. I had no idea how to do that.

I am a willful person. I want everything to happen fast. Even after six years of recovery, that hasn’t really changed. It is just innate to who I am. However, for some reason, after reading The Power of Now, I choose to take a “baby step”. It might have been the first baby step I had ever taken, and honestly, there have not been many since then, but that baby step may have saved my life. I don’t know where I got the idea, but I decided to “be in the moment” while driving my car. I didn’t try to turn off my mind and this was key to my success. I let my mind think about anything as long as it had to do with the present moment: the buttons and dials on the dashboard of the car, the car in front of me, the signs on the road, the scenery as I drove, and especially the trees. The trees have always grounded me. At first, I was able to stay present for about thirty seconds, but it didn’t take long before I could do it for an entire fifteen minutes.

This baby step led me to other moments of awareness. I started to sense my body and the way it was feeling, and honestly, most of the time it didn’t feel very good. The turning point came when I was able to focus on my body pain without judgment. I noticed that the pain would dissipate when I would focus on it and feel whatever emotions were associated with it. This has led to physical healing that is just not possible with medicine. It has led to miraculous changes in my life that would not have been possible without that baby step.

Today, I use this form of meditation on a daily basis. Although I do meditate more deeply now, I rarely have to quiet my mind completely. I just use it for a better purpose. I focus my mind on the particular activities of that moment. I try not to get lost in the past or the future. There are still plenty of days with dissociation, but on good days, I feel like a completely different person. There is no anxiety, no impatience, no panic. It feels like the trauma was never a part of my life. It started with a realization and a small step. It started with an understanding that something needed to change and that I had the power to change it. With just one baby step, my entire world transformed.

*Originally posted at PTSDawayout.wordpress.com

The Innocence of Man

The Innocence of Man

Not surprisingly, Father’s Day is not my favorite of the Hallmark holidays.  I have never had a problem with Valentine’s Day, because being single is my choice.  I have never had a problem with Mother’s Day, because I am a mother.  I have always been able to make that day a celebration of me.  And well, who doesn’t like that?  I suppose that Father’s Day would be easier for me if the twins’ father was still alive, but I am not sure about that.

Of course, there is my obvious difficulty with Father’s Day.  I had a horrible father.  He was physically, sexually and emotionally abusive, and he sold me to others for sex as a child.  That is awful.  I will not celebrate him.  This day also represents the three-year anniversary of confronting my family about the abuse, not because I am vindictive, but because the circumstances demanded it.  Obviously, it did not go well.  There was defensiveness.  And I was immediately ostracized (as I expected).

Most might think that I have a general dislike for all men.  Some women who are sexually abused by their fathers choose to blame the entire male population, and I don’t judge them for that.  I am not one of those women.  I have not had a successful intimate relationship at this point in my life, but I do have male friends, and they are pretty nice guys.  I see them as fathers, and they are doing a great job.  However, my ability to view men as good people comes from another relationship.  I have a son. read more…

Finding My Flow

Finding My Flow

I have moved past the point in my life where I describe myself by what I do for a living, but if I had to, I would say I’m a program manager.  By nature, program managers are highly organized (if they are any good).  I am also finishing three years of school with a master’s degree.  And I am a single mother.  I manage to balance my multi-faceted life with my recovery process.  Generally, this happens without the world caving in around me.  I can manage a very busy life.  As a matter of a fact, that is my favorite defense mechanism.  If I am busy, I don’t have to stop and look at all the stuff from my past.  This defense mechanism was particularly helpful when I was still repressing the entirety of my childhood experiences.

What I am trying to say is that I am not easily overwhelmed.  I am not usually frazzled by a busy life.  And yet today, I am.  It isn’t that I have more tasks than usual.  I don’t.  It is just that the tasks are huge.  Each task is so impactful that it feels overwhelming to tackle any one of them.  Here is my list: read more…

Priceless…

Priceless…

I am a survivor of family-controlled child sex trafficking. When the family is involved in trafficking, it starts with incest at a very young age. There is a process of desensitizing the child, so that sex becomes expected and without emotion. Since my traumatic experience started with family sexual abuse, I can relate to sex abuse survivors.

We have the same challenges in recovery. We struggle with setting appropriate boundaries. We are trying to find our voice. We aren’t sure how to express our emotions in a healthy manner. We are working hard to build our self-esteem, so that we can have positive relationships in the future.

However, there is one challenge that comes directly from my child sex trafficking experience. I call it the “commodity” issue. “How much am I worth?” This is a difficult question for me. In my logical mind, I know there is no price for me, but if recovery happened in the logical mind, this journey would have taken me about one week. So I battle with a part of me that wants to prove to the world that I am priceless. I know that doesn’t sound like a bad thing. I AM priceless. Unfortunately, the need to prove it shows up in some dysfunctional ways. read more…

The Internal Oppressor

The Internal Oppressor

Last weekend, I experienced a sensation that only lasted about 60 seconds.  It was the feeling of complete psychological, emotional and physical freedom.  It was a beautiful feeling.  Everything around me looked different.  The scenery looked more vibrant.  I felt more alive, more energetic.  I felt that I could do almost anything.  After the feeling went away, I did not feel euphoric or otherwise grateful for having had the experience.  Instead, I felt confused.  Wasn’t I already free?  I thought I was already free.  How can I not be free?  I have spent so many years in recovery.  I have done so much hard work.  How is it possible that I am not free? read more…

A Culture of Trafficking

A Culture of Trafficking

I struggle on days like these sometimes.  Every survivor has their triggers, and mine is the military.  I don’t have a problem with the military men and women who have died for our country.  I think they are amazing.  I think their choices were selfless.  I have nothing but respect for them.  I struggle with the culture in the military, the behaviors they promote and the behaviors they ignore. read more…

The Invisible Woman

The Invisible Woman

I’ve been celebrating lately.  There are many reasons for celebration.  I have graduated with a master’s degree and quit my job to begin work in the trauma recovery field.  Everyone is letting me know how proud they are.  Everyone is congratulating me for the positive changes I am making in my life.  At the same time, it’s a difficult time for me.  Celebrating who I am and what I have accomplished goes directly against my instincts as an abuse and trafficking survivor.

When I was being abused and sold, I had a survival plan.  My plan was to keep a low profile.  I kept my “energetic footprint” as small as possible.  I never made eye contact.  I tried to get through the day with as little attention as possible.  Attention was bad, very bad.  I learned that early.  This survival plan was encouraged by my perpetrators.  They didn’t want me to be noticed either.  They  certainly didn’t want me to be noticed by the police or anyone else that may have helped me.  I think this is why trafficking victims are often referred to as “invisible” victims.  Trafficking is happening everywhere, but nobody sees it. read more…

Slaves Come in Many Forms

Slaves Come in Many Forms

I have been a slave.  As a survivor of human trafficking, that doesn’t come as a surprise.  Human trafficking has been dubbed “modern-day slavery” by the media, governmental agencies and non-profit organizations.  Many organizations use symbols like chains and ropes to depict human trafficking.  These symbols can also be dangerous when educating the public about human trafficking.  It leads people to believe that slavery can only be defined by physical restraint.  This perception has caused people to ask why trafficking victims don’t run away when they are not restrained.

Survivors know the truth.  Slavery can be even more powerful when it is of the mind.  Threats of physical harm can be even more powerful than physical harm itself.  Physical wounds heal.  Brainwashing of trafficking victims is extremely powerful.  If a victim believes they will die if they go to the police, they won’t go.  If a victim believes they are worthless, and the only person who will take care of them is their pimp, they will stay.  It can be even more powerful when the victim is a child. read more…

Two Different Worlds

Two Different Worlds

Recently, my twins and I went on a family vacation to Disney World.  There is nothing like a family vacation to remind me of the differing perspectives between children and adults.  My children are present in the moment.  They are optimistic.  They trust everyone.  They are full of unconditional love.  I am none of those things (although I try to be).  On several occasions, I felt as though we were living in two different worlds.

I think that every parent grapples with relating to their children on some level.  I think they wonder how their innocent and loving children should be introduced to the darkness in the world.  It becomes especially challenging when tragedies create a flurry of bad news all over the television and radio.  It’s hard to find the balance between embracing their beautiful innocent spirits and preparing them for a world that will undoubtedly deal them some blows. read more…

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