What It Really Means To Survive Childhood Sexual Abuse

Stuck, I really got stuck with this one, stuck for a long time. I meant to finish and post so much earlier, but I was struggling to find my courage, struggling to find the right words, struggling to figure out what I actually want to say about this and now I am publishing this, I still don’t believe I’m doing the subject matter any justice. Obviously, I have written about surviving childhood abuse before and it goes without saying that any form of child abuse, any form of abuse at all is horrible and it can never be put into words, how horrible it truly is.

Being an adult survivor of childhood sexual abuse is far from being easy, but some aspects of this may not be so obvious to others, who never had similar experiences. I can, of course, only really speak from my own perspective here, but I know that I am not alone in experiencing these things.

A big one right off the bat, is that talking to others about this may be much harder than they’ll ever know. This is not only due to the shame and embarrassment, we survivors feel (which really should be with the perpetrators, but it is what it is…). Talking about this often just reminds us of the fact that the people, who should have been protecting us, took our innocence and scarred us for life in an unimaginable way. Talking about it even a little bit, can easily reopen those often barely healed wounds. Another big issue, when it comes to opening up about being an adult survivor of childhood molestation, is that it is seemingly impossible to describe what this means for our lives.

We as survivors often suppress the heck out of this, and if we’d let those memories surface at all, we often simply don’t talk about it. But when we do, things often get complicated. Not only does it make people extremely uncomfortable, which is hardly encouraging when it comes to being open and sharing. If they have had similar experiences, it can trigger painful memories for them as well, and if they cannot relate, they often rather ignore the topic or struggle to find the right words. In either case, most of the times it creates an uncomfortable situation, which isn’t helpful to anybody.

So, it comes as no surprise, that this topic is not talked about enough. Acknowledging it, can tear families and communities apart, as so many refuse to accept the unthinkable. The sad thing is though, that due to this, too many survivors face disbelieve and aggression when they do try to speak out. A line we hear (I am very familiar with is)may be: “Why didn’t you say anything when it happened?”

To that I say, when you are a child, it is a necessity to your survival to be able to trust the adults. Ergo, we had to believe that whatever they were doing to us was acceptable, that this was normal and something that happens everywhere and in every family. And on top of that, those people whom we trusted by default, also told us not to say anything.

To call this destructive is putting it mildly, an understatement, because this is the stuff that destroys a human soul. By telling us to be ‘hush hush’ and that we would be doing something wrong, if we ever talked about this, meant that our foundation had cracks long before the house, we call a human life, was even fully built.

As always, every story is different but a lot of us would forget about the abuse, once we grew up. I encountered some sceptics, who had a hard time believing that I would forget such an awful thing happening to me so early in life. Forgetting or suppressing can be helpful, when it comes to functioning in society. On the other hand, if we forget, we live with a huge shadow over our heads, we’re unable to truly develop our potential and are robbed of the chance to be our true selves.

Here are just a few examples on how our lives may be different from other people:

We can be loners

Like I mentioned above, we don’t always remember the abuse and if we do, we tend to avoid talking about it. Which in turn makes it much harder for others to understand us. Just as much as we are feeling this strange and scary shadow hanging over our heads, others notice it too. But whether we have always remembered the unspeakable, remember later or not at all, we may often seem different to our peers. Often we would notice that others have a kind of unity, we don’t feel able to participate in. Others seem to be able to accept widespread views of the world or what their families have taught them, while we remain doubtful. We have a subconscious awareness that there is more to the world than the official narrative, and that you cannot always trust your own family and the people closest to you. However, we often cannot quite point our finger to it, which may make us appear even more like the odd one out, and in a way the people surrounding us may even become suspicious of us. This then goes full circle, when we cannot really explain ourselves – either we don’t remember where this ominous shadow comes from, or we feel like we mustn’t talk about it – we end up spending a lot of time on our own. We feel safest in our own company.

We lack self-esteem and do not develop our full potential

Abusers often put it in our minds that we are profoundly unworthy, as this enables their abuse – we believe that we don’t deserve any better. The ramifications of such manipulation tactics are usually disastrous, but if you were brainwashed in this manner when you were really young, they are even worse.

We live in a society that is success driven and that requires a certain level of self-esteem. With our deep-seeded feelings of unworthiness, our self-esteem is sometimes simply non-existent. I can’t even begin to describe to you, how often people were surprised with my utter lack of self-confidence. Occasionally, they even seemed to be thinking that I was somehow faking this in an attempt to appear less of a threat, if there was some kind of competition involved. I must’ve heard the sentence: “I don’t know anybody else, who is so mean to themselves!” a gazillion times.

The abuse at a young age takes away our spirit and then as survivors, we don’t really go for the things we want. We tend to give up halfway or completely avoid the risks necessary taking, if you want to advance in life. Because we don’t feel worthy of achieving our goals, we sabotage ourselves.

People pleasing is a thing

A ‘fun’ tool child molesters employ is to make children pay for love and attention. The payment, in this particular case, is letting yourself be raped. It is in essence, your abuser granting you your right to exist. We had no choice, but to constantly seek their approval, but not only theirs. Because we were so young when being violated in this most disgusting manner, we were conditioned to do everything the abuser(s) or anyone else demanded. Because if we wouldn’t, there’d be hell to pay. Children simply cannot exist thinking they did something wrong and then not try to make it all better. For a child to survive, they need to feel safe with the adults that care of them and fitting in, being loved and acknowledged by them, means everything. The pattern runs so deep with us, that when we grow up ,we often attract more abusive people in friendships and relationships. And in everyday life, it remains vital to us to be liked by as many as possible – the people pleasing behaviour will persist. To us it seems like, what we had to offer in the past in exchange for love was so vile, that compared to that people’s expectations now seem manageable, even if we end up only giving and never receiving.

Promiscuity / our adult sex-life

Unlike what many may think, survivors of childhood sexual abuse often tend to be very promiscuous. People often seem to think that such an experience would leave you being practically asexual and for sure, some survivor’s sex life might be non-existent, due to what happened to them. However, as strange as this may sound, because we were so highly sexualised from such a young age, sex is often the only way we know how to connect at all. Unfortunately, unless it is with the right person, there is not much connecting going on and we’re often left feeling more empty after having sex. On the outside, we may seem slutty, but really we just want to be a part of life, of inter-human connection..of something, and we never learned that it is OK to say No.

Whether we are promiscuous or end up completely inhibited, when it comes to sex and even try to avoid it at all costs, we’re not in the best position to find that lasting relationship, we long for and that can leave us feeling lonely and unfulfilled.

C-PTSD / PTSD

With the very first time the sexual abuse happens, we are traumatised for life. Even if it only happened that one time, PTSD will affect you well into adulthood. For many of us though, the abuse happens frequently over a certain period of our life – very often on some kind of unsavoury schedule. Therefore, we can easily develop Complex PTSD/ or C-PTSD. Our entire focus is always on our survival, because we were never safe as a child. We are in a constant fight or flight mode, that can make us appear zoned out and overwhelmed. Frankly, sometimes people just assume we’re stupid. Therefore, things that come relatively easy to others can be a struggle for us. This shadow I talked about, it can make us paranoid. Even if we don’t remember the abuse itself, we have this innate knowing that there may be danger around us. That danger can be as simple, as encountering a person who really doesn’t like us. This would be a normal thing, right? Not a problem for a healthy person, but for us it is. When we were not loved as a child, our wellbeing and survival was at stake, remember? So, the world remains a strange, at times unbearable, place to us. If you feel that unworthy, danger practically lurks at every corner.

We also do not quite understand, why we feel so dirty, like something is so wrong with us and everyone can see it, for sure. They must know there is a dirty little secret in our past, even if we don’t quite remember. And before, we let them expose us, we need to develop a mechanism to control the situation and never take any risks.

This is exhausting. For me, a big thing this manifested as, is my OCD. It takes me at least three times as long as anyone else I know, to leave my house.

You may asked why. Well, I was made to believe that it was my fault that I was raped, that I always misbehaved and that if the grown-ups ignored me, it was definitely my wrong doing that caused this. So, imagine how guilty I’d feel now, if I hadn’t made sure my stove was switched off ten times or that the door was really locked 100 times, before I leave. If there was to be a fire or a break in, I’d have to kill myself. I am often already exhausted, before I’m even out the door to go and attend the actual activity, I was heading to. And I know, I am not the only survivor dealing with this.

Need to revive what was lost

This last one might be simpler and seem way less dramatic, but I wanted to mention it anyway. Because survivors were practically robbed of their childhood, we tend to make up for that later in life. We can be or act very childlike, enjoy playing games way too much, watch children’s programmes and laugh about jokes, designed for ten year olds. Sometimes I feel judged for being like that. So, I just wanted to say to anyone who hasn’t been through this, we survivors need to be a little childish sometimes. It helps, it makes us feel as though we can have a tiny part of what was lost back. And at the end of the day, we are capable of adulting. So, please let us have some innocent fun every now and then.

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I could continue this list and probably never come to an end. At this moment, I still feel I’m not doing my fellow survivors justice with this post and I hope they’ll forgive me for that. This is, of course, just an excerpt which stems solely from my personal life experience. Other survivors would have different, more profound things and stories to add.

It has been estimated, that one in four adults has experienced sexual abuse in childhood. That would be a quarter of the world’s population, which is a horrible thing to consider. Personally, I believe those numbers might be higher. Simply because, it is well known, that men are less likely to speak up or seek help, so who really knows, what the dark figures may be.

But this is exactly why I will never stop talking about this. People need to be made aware and society needs to act. I know this is not a pleasant topic and whenever I hear the story of someone else, who has experienced CSA, I am heartbroken. But I am also grateful. So grateful from the bottom of my heart, that they have the courage to share their story, to make those listen who try to deny this and for making the world a little bit better. Thank you!

My biggest intention here is to make others, who went through something similar, feel less alone. I truly hope to make a little bit of an impact with my tiny blog and if you are a fellow survivor, please just know that you’re not alone.

Please know what an extraordinarily courageous human being you are for surviving this!

In the Name of the Devil – Satanic Ritual Abuse (SRA)

Is it real or all in our imagination?

I think it is fair to say that for most survivors of abuse, it feels good to have our feelings validated. If we choose to tell our stories, lots of people, if not most would acknowledge that our experience has been terrible. But imagine, you have a kind of story to tell that will often be met with doubt, rather than sympathy.

Memories of Satanic Ritual Abuse are more often than not thought to be the product of a wild phantasy or a new fad called False Memory Syndrome. I guess, the thought of grown people in a modern and scientifically enlightened society, forming some kind of a coven and worshipping an evil entity, seems pretty out there. Even more outlandish to think that their practices could include human sacrifice and torture.

Satanic Ritual Abuse or SRA in short, is not widely being acknowledged, even though more and more people are sharing their stories on platforms like YouTube. But the people listening might already be influenced in their opinion, since in the 80s there was a thing roaming the press, called the Satanic Panic.

As I understand it, an increased interest in the occult, especially amongst teenagers seems to have led up to this. People seemingly dabbled in ouija board seances, black masses, divination or just loving themselves some death metal, black clothes and scary looking tattoos or outright stated that they were now Satanists. In addition, there had been some incidents – particularly one big case in Canada- where individuals had been accused of molesting children in the context of a satanic ritual. With the case in Canada, these accusations were eventually squashed, granted not without some damage to the reputation of the accused individuals. After all the children had given graphic descriptions of what had happened to them. Still, an explanation seemed to be largely accepted, that the kids either made this up and made each other tell a false story or that an adult had coerced them into damaging the reputation of the accused.

However, while a lot of these incidents got an explanation, that was enough to cast doubt that these outrageous accusations, many remained concerned that their children would dabble in Satanism or maybe an equally disturbing cult-like fad. Critics who doubted the existence of these threatening Satanic organisations were quick to debunk these concerns as mere hysteria.

A book by Michelle Smith titled Michelle Remembers, in which she detailed her resurfacing memories of occult sexual abuse during her childhood, brought up through hypnosis, didn’t give the problem more credibility. It might have made things worse. The book has been wildly criticised until this day. People have deemed the events detailed in the book as implausible, unlikely and ridiculous. So, a new term –false memory syndrome – started to make the rounds in the field of psychology and professionals seemed to find some merit in it. What this essentially means is that your memories might be factually incorrect while you strongly believe them to be true. This pertains particularly to resurfacing memories from long ago, like your childhood.

This theory, of course, makes claims about SRA look ridiculous, but it also aids the people involved in these groups. Thus, they continue to do their best to nourish the narrative.

Personally, I do believe that while some of these victim and witness statements might be fiction to get attention, I am convinced that we cannot possibly all be afflicted by false memory syndrome and the pain of remembering these events has, in many cases, not only put a divide between us and our families, but keeps us from enjoying life to the fullest.

Could it be real?

So what is the truth? What is SRA exactly? Should you believe people like us, when we claim to have experienced these outrageous things?

Who & What?

As abuse survivors, the atrocities we face may differ greatly and impact us on many different levels, mentally and physically. And just like the other side, the abusers, differ greatly, so do Satanic cults.

These groups exist within all kinds of social systems, like the political arena, within certain professions, within town communities and families, and the list goes on and on and deeper into all layers of society. I think part of our credibility problem is that most people picture ritual abuse happening in weird covens that meet out in the woods at the witches’ hour, and they find it very hard to believe that reputable members of their community would engage in such behaviours.

And while I fully realise that the Eyes Wide Shut secret society scenario can seem too outlandish to be true, these dynamics are in fact out there and can poison all kinds of social groups, such as families. They happen on the scale of the macro, as well as the micro cosmos, if you will. Taking the example of the family system, some of them nurse a cultish structure for generations and like all other toxic family systems, it is mostly invisible to the outer world.

Abuse in the realm of SRA can include rape, physical and emotional torture and murder, often intentionally as a human sacrifice. Sometimes these atrocities are executed by an individual, but more often a group. There is, however, a distinction when it comes to the victims, because there are essentially two kinds. There are those, sadly enough mostly children or vulnerable adults, who are solely being victimised for ritualistic purposes and they will usually not survive their ordeal.

The second kind of victim, unless they catch on and escape, can be in for the long run – children, who were born into the cult or an adult, who is to be initiated. Some may survive and those are the ones to tell their stories later. If you are born to someone close to the cult or a practicing family, you might be horribly abused but yet kept alive to be groomed to become a fully grown member later and through suffering your own terrors you’re being trained to become a depraved, emotionally detached abuser yourself.

And there are no limits to the perversion and horror. Girls are often impregnated over and over again, just to have their children sacrificed after birth or aborted in different stages of the pregnancy for the purpose of human sacrifice. They are called breeders. Children are buried in boxes without food and water and only released hours later…these examples are really only the tip of the iceberg.

But whether you are disposable in their eyes or to be groomed into membership, your soul will be violated in the most brutal way. You will be stripped naked in a literal and metaphorical way. You will go through the most soul-crushing and humiliating experience you could possibly imagine. By the way, women are just as much members as men.

As a victim, you might be kidnapped or taken to a remote location, far out in the country side or to a simple basement. You might be held captive for days or even months. For the actual ritual, you would be either fully drugged or you might be fully aware of what is happening. You’ll be dragged into a room, stripped naked and extremely violated in all possible ways-you will be verbally humiliated, physically tortured, raped/gang raped (sometimes involving incest) or made a human sacrifice. Different Satanic holidays require different rituals and sacrifices, but they usually involve the violation of humans or animals.

It is also not uncommon that survivors have been programmed without their awareness. This is necessary to make sure that they can be triggered into committing suicide, in case they’ll remember. And to be honest I was debating myself whether to publish this or not. But I strongly believe that once the veil has been lifted and you understand what they are doing and what has been done to you, you will be able to fight them successfully.

Why?

You might want to tell yourself, it just can’t be real- and that’s fair enough, because acknowledging that these things happen in our world truly is a hard pill to swallow. Also it seems to make no sense. You might wanna think that perpetrators do not need that kind of setting. Pedophiles, serial killer, rapists or animal abusers have always been capable of doing those things on their own and even if they’d get a kick out of joined forces, they do not need Satan to follow through. And surely it cannot be that wildly spread that it could have infiltrated all parts of society.

If you look at it like this: rather than believing in an all loving God or being an atheist, it might be attractive to abusive manipulators to side with an entity, that is known to not only endorse those behaviours but also reward them. And if history teaches us anything, people got motivated by the craziest incentives to do the most horrible things. And just think about, how many people vanish each year all around the world.

It is important to state that not all Satanists partake in these atrocities and simply because someone claims it as their religion, doesn’t mean they torture and kill. We are talking about certain groups. But this particular kind of Satanism, requires a group or coven just like other faiths do and within a certain setting, like let’s say a small town, you can have members of different walks of life. A lawyer can defend other members in court, in case anything ever slips through. A doctor may have access to substances like date rape drugs or can provide first aid, if a victim has been pushed too far but was not intended to die. A real estate agent can find secluded empty locations, where rituals can take place. No one can snitch, as they are just as deeply involved as the rest and one hand washes the other.

We all know that there are people on this planet who find a perverted joy in hurting others and only strive for their own advantage and gain. If people without any moral compass have been emerged in a system that encourages you to exactly do that and more over, may help you get anything you want – they’re in and will keep the system running.

Believe me, I am aware that my claims may sound preposterous and that I may seem crazy writing this, but if I have learned anything in this lifetime, it’s that there is hardly anything that doesn’t exist in this universe – Good or bad. I thought about this long and hard – why would these Satanic group take such risks and go through so much trouble really to do those horrible things? And think I got it- Power!

Power might just be the most addictive of all drugs. Whether it is factual or not, once you believe you have it- especially over others – it will be very hard to let go. And just imagine, in addition to that, you really believe that there is a Devil who will make all your wishes come true, as long as you and your fellow satanists stick to the schedule and demanded procedures. And the more you loose your soul in the process, the more you will enjoy the latter.

Whether you believe in Satan or not, these people clearly do and whether the Devil is really assisting them or this is all just a self-fulfilling prophecy, as you have a group of people helping each other to gain power – it doesn’t really matter in the end and the Devil may indeed not care. All that matters is to be aware and not close our eyes, even if some truths are hard to bear. So that there can be hope, that the human race will be able to put and end to this someday.

Nightmares

Pondering how surviving abuse might have affected my dream state…

Since I was a child, I have had nightmares on a regular basis. I never thought too much about it, because I’ve always been an avid dreamer, who also remembers her dreams very well. I guess, I just always assumed that nightmares were a normal part of everyone’s life and I am sure to a certain extend they are.

Over the days leading up to and on Halloween my nightmare rate increased and I was reminded of my lifelong history with them. Ever since I was a little child, like four or five years old, I’ve been dreaming about very violent things. ..Like dead bodies and dead bodies bing burned in my presence to cover the tracks of the murderer.

Like I said this had become a normality in my life, I guess I always thought that everyone had gory nightmares like that. Now I am aware that it is not actually everyone, although this may be hard to tell, as I have also noticed that a lot of people feel uncomfortable talking about their dreams in general. I can absolutely relate to that, too. Dreams are very personal, often weird and intimate. Our society doesn’t necessarily encourage us to share those aspects of our existence and experience.

But there are also other people, who remember their dreams well and who occasionally share them, maybe because they were weird in a funny and entertaining way, or maybe they would share them with a therapist in an effort to get to the bottom of their trauma.

But what I am only becoming fully aware of recently, is that it might not be ‘normal’ for a five year old to dream about dead bodies being buried and hidden. It is the proverbial skeleton in the closet, which you probably shouldn’t even have too many of, at that age.

Since I now know that I had been sexually abused at that age already, I can’t help but think that this gruesome dream image might relate to a popular line that pedophiles like to tell the children, they abuse: “This will be our little secret.” The secret that needs to stay hidden…buried.

It is an awful memory, accompanied by the memory of these gory dreams and I have to admit that writing this makes me feel particularly vulnerable and I sometimes wonder, if it is the right thing to do, putting myself out there like this.

But I also know, that children are out there right now, being molested and that it may be an extremely uncomfortable topic, but that we need to talk about these things going on in our world and what they do to people in the long run, anyway. Not addressing it at all, simply won’t help.

I chose to share this quite extreme nightmare, because I’ve come to believe that everyone, who has been abused in some way, shape or form – and I know, they are all horrible, no matter what it was in each individual case – might experience nightmares, accordingly. Whether they remember them or not.

They are scary, no doubt, and sometimes they’d make us feel weird and very uncomfortable with ourselves, but I also strongly believe now, that they are an essential part of recovery. A way of our subconscious mind to deal with what happened to us and maybe even the starting point of our healing journey.

Naturally, I looked up some interpretations of my particular nightmare and the bottom line seems to be that it is about mental discomfort and trying to hide or shy away from a certain part of ourselves. In a way that is almost poetic to me. As horrible as the experience was and as much as I had to suppress these memories for my mental wellbeing at a very young age, it was also important for them to come up in this way, for me to be able to address them later on. it is all about being able to heal.

Naturally, I looked up some common interpretations of a dream like mine and it usually seems to relate to an attempt to mentally disconnect to a certain part of ourselves and trying not to face it or deal with it.

Thinking about this, made me realise just how much my very young self couldn’t possibly deal with the experience in her conscious mind and it brought up some other examples of nightmares, that might stem from being abused.

Someone might relive the day their narcissistic ex left them, in a dream, over and over again. Someone in high school, might dream a couple of times each week about the bully, they face on a daily basis in school.

Someone might dream about a parent, who they officially have a good relationship with, being extremely violent in their dreams.

None of these dreams are particularly pleasant, but I also noticed that they occur less and less with time, when you face what you went through. May it be through therapy, talking to others about it or simply have a good, relieving cry. Those dreams showing up less and less in my experience -I take that as a sign that my healing keeps progressing and that no matter, what we went through, healing is possible.

So, I wanted to share this with you to let you know, that you have the power to survive whatever you had to go through.

We can do this, we will support each other and keep on fighting for our happiness.

Never give up

..is what someone told me a couple of years ago, without knowing what my story is or what my dreams are.

But this was a person, who had fought for decades to fulfil their childhood dream and succeeded in the end. Their journey was taken with many ups, but also with many downs.

So, if you need all of your energy today to just stay awake – that’s ok.

If you need all of your energy today, just to cope with your responsibilities – that’s ok.

If you need all of your energy today, just to drink some water – that’s ok.

If you need all of your energy today, just to eat a little bit – that’s ok.

If you need all of your energy today, just to keep breathing – that’s ok.

If you need all of your energy today, just to stay alive – that’s ok.

Because the ups are bound to show up again.

The Challenge of Forgiving your Abuser

Could you ever forgive your abuser? Or maybe you already have?

If you are a survivor of any kind of abuse, you may find it hard to forgive the person or the people who have done this to you. And you might think, why forgive them at all??! They have done horrible things! Yes, they did do those things and to question the ‘why’ when it comes to forgiveness is fair.

It took me a veeery long time to understand a popular and valid take on forgiveness: you are not doing it for them and you are not giving them an absolution. You do this for yourself to be able to let go of the attachment to the abuser, the situation and eventually the pain it has caused you, to be in a position to move on. And yes, I learned the hard way that ‘holding a grudge’ is not helpful, when you try to get some kind of inner peace.

But I also found myself investigating, why it is actually so hard to forgive people that have abused you in some shape or form. Some people might argue that it depends on the severity of the abuse. For example, some people seem to think that being neglected emotionally by your parents as child is ‘not as bad’ as if they had physically abused you. While I do not necessarily agree with this point of view, I can acknowledge, how the severity snd continuation of the abuse may affect this – but then again, the level of what we can possibly endure is different for everyone.

Other than on this platform, I rarely open up about the details of my abuse. However, when I do, I am often being told to just forgive my abusers already and it leaves me feeling defensive, but not really knowing hoot respond.

Mostly, to be honest, I think how lucky they are to be in a position where you wouldn’t know, how it feels when unspeakable things have happened to you and you’re not faced with this forgiveness- challenge. But they are not wrong about this one aspect: it would make my life-experience a lot lighter to be able to fully forgive.

So, the abuse itself and the horrors that came with it, can make the forgive-y approach tough at times. But I was wondering about another aspect of is….

A personality (or character) disorder is not the same as a mental illness. Because, unlike a mentally challenged person, who might indeed not be aware of what they are doing,. Our abusers did know, what thy were doing!

And proof for this is to me: the behind closed doors – approach, their persistent grooming and gaslighting to make their victims and others think that nothing bad ever happened and their, often so well woven, net of lies. They clearly and very deliberately try to hide their actions.

If you feel like, you need to hide and deny your actions – you clearly understand that what you are doing is not socially accepted and that there might even be repercussions, like imprisonment, if things came to light.

So, this is not a behaviour driven by insanity, they are making a deliberate choice and that choice is to hurt others. Of course, I’m not really telling you anything new – all abuse survivors have to come to grips with this harsh truth many times along their healing journey. I just feel, that it might be something to keep in mind when it comes to the topic of forgiveness. Especially in those moments when others are blaming us for not being able to say in good conscience:”I forgave them.”

This doesn’t mean that it is not possible to forgive, but it means that we have to be gentle to ourselves, when we feel that we are unable to meet those outside demands for being the bigger person –

We are the bigger person, because we survived what was done to us.

It means to acknowledge that they had a reason to make that choice – no matter if we can understand it or not – but, this reason had in fact nothing to do with us and had to do everything with them.

Hopefully, this can enable us to let it go, not by forgetting or condoning their actions, but by taking excellent care of ourselves and move on with our lives and live out maybe long-lost dreams, we had before the abuse.

Never forget that you are a true champion for surviving whatever kind of abuse you had to go trough and that you’re not alone in this. There is no shame in not being able to forgive them so quickly, or even fully. Like everything else along this healing journey, it is a gradual and slow process.

You can do it , if you want to. And if you do, it won’t be for them, but for yourself.

Surviving Childhood Abuse

It is never too late to be what you might have been.
George Eliot

Sadly, child abuse comes in many different forms. You may have been abused physically, sexually, psychologically, emotionally or you might have been neglected or all of the above. In any case, this will mean that you neither had the childhood you deserve nor the adult life you deserve.

It means that you never really got to be carefree and children (and actually, I feel grown-ups at least from time to time, too) should get the chance to be carefree. Life will ultimately put enough harsh experiences, lessons and responsibilities on you.

But more than this, when you are a child who faces the atrocities of abuse, your mind and soul will be completely overwhelmed with the experience and it takes a lot to make some sort of sense of it or even to suppress it. Energy, a child should be able to invest in getting to know the world.

More often than not, the abuser is someone you know, a family member, friend of the family, teacher or member of a friend’s family. As children we are prone to trust the ones close to us, trust the grown-ups, trust the ones in charge, otherwise this world just wouldn’t make sense. Why would the ones with all the responsibility do wrong? They surely wouldn’t have this kind of power, if they were bad? This betrayal of the natural trust of children makes child abuse in itself so sinister. Often the abuser was someone, we felt love for and whom we trusted.

Surviving childhood abuse often means, that we only fully realise the atrocities we’ve faced many years after it happened and by then, we are often already burdened with our own adult lives and responsibilities. I say “burdened”, because once you’ve become aware many of us require time and space to heal. But having a family of your own, school to attend, a job and other every day chores, can make it hard to take this much needed time for ourselves.

We were given a false image of the world and, more importantly, a false image of what love looks like. To us showing love means letting somebody do to us, whatever they please, without hearing us complaining about it.

But those internal and sometimes also external scars, will ultimately have an impact on our adult life. We might attract love relationship, friendships and work situations that mimic our abusive past without even knowing it. We suffer from Complex PTSD , we have not followed our hearts and dreams, haven’t fulfilled our full potential, we’ve never really gotten to know ourselves or developed a healthy self-esteem. Sometimes this might even manifest itself in a death-wish.

Because we have a tendency to suppress these gruesome childhood memories or talk it down, they hit even harder when they bubble up. I know it is very hard to acknowledge that someone you loved and trusted would do this to you. It is also a popular believe that abuse is only abuse if it is physical. Not true. Just look at your emotional scars. There is no shame in acknowledging that something unspeakable happened to you, when you were young. The shame belongs to the abuser and whether you’re still in contact with them or not, whether you are able to forgive them or not – you absolutely have a right to reclaim your life.

If you deal with this, it will hurt but it will also benefit the ones closest and dear to you, like your own children. You will get to know yourself and be able to fulfil those suppressed dreams. There is always a way. Reclaim your lost childhood, too. It’s never too late for some childlike fun and to take back your joy. Find things you enjoy, silly things, a new hobby maybe, a new passion.

I know it is not easy, but the more you’ll try, the easier it’ll get and you will experience more and more joy, trust a little more, be a little more adventurous, curious and your life will change.

Never stop visualising a better future and never lose hope. This may sound impossible but it is not. You deserve to be happy and it wasn’t fair that someone took this part from you early in life, but it doesn’t mean that tomorrow can’t be great. Plus you will finally get to know the amazing being you are. You survived this – that means you are a superhero. You can do anything your heart desires.

Why You need to Allow yourself to feel Angry

Having lived through any kind of abuse, will change a person for sure. Abusers love to push you to your limits, using all kinds of techniques to drive you crazy, like gaslighting, dog- whistling and deception.

At the same time, they teach you that you must react in a way that is more often than not out of character, as they would feast on this energy and your pain like a vampire. Another benefit of this for the abuser, is that the victim often puts themselves in a negative light from the perspective of spectators, who will never now what goes on behind closed doors and maybe even worse than that, the victim loses themselves in the process.

As survivors of abuse, we often cannot tell when it is time to stop blaming ourselves for what happened or is still happening to us. We get scared and too petrified to tell anybody the truth of what is really going on, because we are trained by the abuser to believe deep inside that our feelings are not valid.

This brings up a lot of doubt and we start questioning at times, if we’ve ever really even have been abused. This can even happen, when the abuse was physical and has left visible marks on the body – our mind can be a powerful tool of suppression.

Of course we all make mistakes and are responsible for our own behaviour. It is, however, very hard to deal with your own guilt and shame, while also trying to take on the abusers’. It is a lot to carry inside oneself, especially without the chance to let it out.

While we are still on lockdown, due to the Covid-19 outbreak, I find myself feeling a lot of penned up emotions and it is far from being pretty. Here I am, I have come to understand the many ways , in which I have been abused, I was lucky to have found myself an excellent therapist and I have found a way to socialise with goodhearted people, even though it is very hard for me to do so. Now we face a situation, where contact is limited and the demons , who took a nap deep inside of me, see it as an opportunity to strike again.

I won’t be the only one going through this, and I shudder at the thought of all those people (and animals) being stuck in quarantine with their abuser.

But no matter, what your personal situation is, if you have escaped the abuse and are in some stage within the aftermath or if it is in fact still going on right now – we will experience those deep feelings of anger towards the abuser and the shame that goes with it.

We have been been taught that we have no right to your own emotions, that they are in fact ridiculous and society teaches us, that it is not civilised to show anger and frustration – this may go for women especially, but male survivors of abuse will also struggle for sure, with these emotions that should have no outlet. Psychopaths and narcissists take advantage of this societal rule.

As survivors, we have been attacked by monsters, who might be delighted evoke a monstrous reaction from us, so they can call us the monster. It is very important that we allow ourselves to feel the anger and not let it fester, as this is when it might start to become dangerous for others and ourselves.

I believe it all starts with self compassion and the understanding that the pain and the anger have a cause. Understand the cause and do whatever you can to walk away from it, so the abuser won’t be able to trigger you to look crazy. Do not listen to them and please know that feeling angry at times is natural – it doesn’t make you a monster, it makes you human! Your anger is a sign that something is not right, so please notice it !

Know that you are not alone in this, many of us struggle with this, while, as abuse survivors, we have actually been through enough already.

Try your best to understand this, try to drown their lying voices out, if you can try to find a therapist (there are great and affordable online services) – most importantly, find yourself again. They have distorted this image of yourself. But you can find your courage. There is always a way out and the anger may be able to show you the way.

The Female Psychopath – Part 2

Amidst the Covid-19 outbreak, the entire planet seems to be in the grip of fear and I truly hope, everyone reading this, is and will be OK.

Recently, I was reminded that there are some things in this world worth being afraid of, that we often might consider no big deal.

I recently watched the Netflix series The Trials of Gabriel Fernandez, which besides making me cry right through it and putting a giant knot in my stomach, had me ponder the female psychopath again and how we still do not take this threat seriously.

If you haven’t watched it yet: a fair warning it is simply heartbreaking and also, this post will contain some spoilers!

Gabriel Fernandez was a sweet 8 year old boy, living in Palmdale, L.A. who was tortured to death by his mother and her boyfriend over a period of eight months. It becomes clear quickly that his birthmother Pearl was the engine behind the abuse and that she is, indeed, a psychopath.

There are text messages which proof that Gabriels’ mother got off on the physical and emotional abuse of her son. Blatant homophobia seems to have played a part in this as well, which would be sad enough on its own.

This woman handcuffed and gagged her own son. Then she locked him up in a tiny cabinet at the foot of her bed and denying him food. Then they would force-feed him cat litter.

She manipulated her boyfriend into helping her, who is of course guilty himself. But it was another example of how female psychopaths seduce and manipulate men into doing their dirty work. Make no mistake, though – they are happy to get their own hands dirty. They just also enjoy the successful manipulation of others.

As victims of abuse, some of hour wounds are invisible. Gabriel had those invisible wounds as well, however, he had others that were more than obvious. And there were people like his teacher reporting those horrendous crimes against him. But the system failed.

Social workers and police would show up at the door, but never actually went inside to check. Do you want to know why? Because the mother told them that Gabriel was fine.

This is the problem, the big danger, the disaster and in this case the unspeakable tragedy.

What also enraged me is that professionals from the filed of psychology didn’t want to believe that this mother is a psychopath. She got an evaluation, while the boyfriend went straight to trial.

There’s hardly anything our society values more than a mother, because it is still consumed by the dogma that there is no such thing as a female psychopaths, that women are to be trusted by default and that every mother loves their child. Unfortunately, this is simply not true. Amongst the favourite victims of a psychopath are very often her own children.

After taking a plea deal, Pearl made a statement in court about how sorry she was that Gabriel was dead, However, she never showed one single sign of remorse, since her arrest. Clearly her lawyers advised her to do this. I was a little relieved to see that no one including the judge bought it.

Female psychopaths are usually good actors, playing into the widespread believe of women always being the good guys. In this case, it became eventually obvious what a monster this woman is.

Unfortunately, it was way too late for Gabriel. Our unwillingness to look at the topic cost an innocent, smart and sweet little boy his life. It is high time for the world to wake up. Are psychopathic women different from their male counterparts? Maybe. Are they less dangerous? No.