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<!--Generated by Squarespace Site Server v5.9.1 (http://www.squarespace.com/) on Tue, 09 Feb 2010 12:47:13 GMT--><rss xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><title>The Survivor Journal</title><link>http://www.survivorarchivesproject.com/survivor_journal/</link><description>The Survivor Journal - articles, current events, news, &amp; updates.</description><lastBuildDate>Sun, 04 Oct 2009 06:27:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><copyright>The Survivor Archives</copyright><language>en-US</language><generator>Squarespace Site Server v5.9.1 (http://www.squarespace.com/)</generator><item><title>Adverse Childhood Experiences: Destructive Consequences for Adult Well-being</title><dc:creator>Joanna M. Doane</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 21 Aug 2009 04:45:27 +0000</pubDate><link>http://www.survivorarchivesproject.com/survivor_journal/2009/8/20/adverse-childhood-experiences-destructive-consequences-for-a.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">101916:898357:4962106</guid><description><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: left;"><em><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin">Joanna M. Doane<br /></span><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin">April 10, 2009</span></em>&nbsp;</p>
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<p style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #000000;">INTRODUCTION</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #000000;">Adverse childhood experiences (ACE&rsquo;s) can be defined as harmful or unfavorable conditions or events that act in contrast to what&rsquo;s best and needed for a child&rsquo;s healthy development. Common forms of adverse childhood experiences include abuse, neglect, and household dysfunction.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For decades it&rsquo;s been argued whether childhood conditioning or the genetic characteristics and predispositions we are born with have a greater impact on the people we become in adulthood.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>While it might be common sense to argue that genetics play a strong role research supports both sides of this argument.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Further research into this matter has expanded the scope for what childhood conditioning has the capacity to affect, showing that not only do childhood experiences impact the adults whom children become but that they also strongly impact their future physical well-being, even many decades into their adulthoods. Two main pieces of evidence support this argument.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>By first exploring the physically damaging neurobiological changes that have been consistently found among adults who&rsquo;ve had significant exposure to adverse childhood experiences it will be illustrated that &ldquo;just getting over&rdquo; childhood wounds may have less to do with will power and more to do with physical dynamics that lay beyond one&rsquo;s immediate control. Secondly, by examining the data collected from on very important study the connection between a child&rsquo;s level of exposure to adverse experiences and their increased likelihood for nicotine addiction, alcoholism, and drug use in adulthood is exhibited.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It will be shown that these public health problems may be symptoms of a deeper problem that could be better solved through the prevention of child abuse and neglect, in turn decreasing the numerous health problems and diseases that are associated with smoking, excessive drinking, and drug use. In the end one thing is clear. As a society we cannot afford not to protect our nation&rsquo;s children. </span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #000000;">NEUROBIOLOGICAL CHANGES</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Brain Structure<br /></span>Through changes in brain structure and hormonal abnormalities found in adult survivors of childhood abuse and neglect exhibit consistent alterations in their neurobiological responses to stress. In reference to the changes found in brain structure Bruce McEwen PhD, Professor and Head of the Laboratory of Neuroendocrinology at Rockefeller University states, &ldquo;The brain pays a very important price as a result of trauma.&rdquo; (Bremner, 1997). McEwen, along with scores of other researchers around the world have published research all pointing to the negative impact that trauma has on the developing brain. For example, in one study performed by J. Douglas Bremner M.D. of the Yale University School of Medicine and colleagues adult survivors of abuse showed a 12 % reduction in the size of the left hippocampus in comparison to the volume of adults who had experienced no abuse in childhood<span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">(Bremner)</span>. </span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Hormone Output</span><br />The hippocampus is a portion of our brains responsible for the production of cortisol, otherwise known as the stress hormone, which we produce to regulate our body&rsquo;s response to perceived threats. It&rsquo;s important to note that high levels of cortisol are also often associated with decreased hippocampal volume such as that found in Bremner&rsquo;s study. Taking this association into consideration, it&rsquo;s not surprising then that early and sustained adverse experiences lead to hormonal abnormalities, especially in cortisol levels. One example of such cortisol level abnormalities was found by Frank W. Putnam, chief of developmental traumotology at the National Institute of Health. After following the stress responses of 77 sexually abused girls for more than a decade he found that that they released significantly higher levels of cortisol when a stress response was induced when compared to a control group of non-abused girls. Dr. Putnam explains, &ldquo;As we followed all of the abused girls over time, they went from being hypercortisolemic &ndash; putting out to much cortisol &ndash; to being hypocortisolemic &ndash; putting out too little cortisol&rdquo;<span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">(Center for Advancement of Health)</span>.</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;">Both the resulting increased and decreased stress cortisol output found in adult survivors of childhood abuse and neglect strongly impacts their physical wellbeing. Unfortunately for the girls in Putnam&rsquo;s study and for many exposed to high levels of stress during childhood, both too much and too little cortisol negatively affects the body&rsquo;s health over time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Higher and more prolonged levels of cortisol such as those noted thus far have been shown to have negative effects such as lowered immunity and inflammatory responses in the body, slowed healing, and other health consequences<span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">(Ebrecht, Hextall and Kirtley)</span>. In the case of having too much cortisol </span><span style="font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; "><span style="font-size: small;">Dr. Esther M. Sternberg at NIH&rsquo;s National Institute of Mental Health </span></span><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;">explains, &ldquo;If you&rsquo;re pumping out too much cortisol and your immune cells are bathed in high levels of stress hormones, they&rsquo;re going to be tuned down&rdquo;<span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">(National Institute of Health)</span>. In the reverse situation it&rsquo;s been found that a lack of cortisol is likewise associated with an increased vulnerability for auto-immune disorders, inflammation, chronic pain syndromes, allergies, and Asthma<span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">(Helm, Ehlert and Hanker)</span>. Therefore the physical health of an individual can be greatly impacted if their childhoods were marked by excessive stress, evident cases of abuse and neglect. In reference to these numerous health problems Dr. Robert Anda at the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention points out, &ldquo;Adverse childhood experiences substantially increase the number of prescriptions and classes of drugs used for as long as 7 to 8 decades after their occurrence. The increases in prescription drug use were largely mediated by documented Adverse childhood experience-related health and social problems&rdquo; <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">(Anda, 2008).</span></span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #000000;">ADDICTION<br />Aside from these changes in brain structure and hormone output there is a second important finding to take into account. The connection between increased exposure to childhood adverse experiences and increased likelihood for nicotine addiction, alcoholism, and drug use in adulthood illustrates plausibility that childhood exposure, in itself, is the source of origin for substance abuse and addiction. The bulk of the research supporting this position has been gathered from a study that took place from 1995 to 1997. Seventeen thousand members of a U.S. Health Maintenance Organization (HMO) participated and the findings systematically disproved the common notion that time heals all wounds. Prior to examining the data from the Adverse Childhood Experiences Study, also known as the ACE study, it is first necessary to understand the scoring method used in measuring each participant&rsquo;s exposure to childhood adverse experiences. </span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #000000;">Nine categories of ACE&rsquo;s were divided into two main areas of experience which were then used to access each patient&rsquo;s level of exposure. The first area examined was the history of personal abuse which included recurrent physical abuse, emotional abuse, contact sexual abuse, and neglect. The second area, household dysfunction, was divided into five categories: where an alcoholic or drug user was present in the home; where a household member was in prison; where someone was chronically depressed, mentally ill, or suicidal; where the mother was treated violently; and where the parents were separated, divorced, or in some way lost to the patient during childhood <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">(Felitti, 2002)</span>. For every category of exposure patients had a point added to their ACE score resulting in a maximum score of 9 if exposed to all categories of adverse childhood experience and a minimum score of 0 for those that were exposed to none.</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Nicotine Addiction</span></span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #000000;">The prevalence of cigarette smoking found among participants with high ACE scores is astounding. Though, as will be shown, the likelihood for alcoholism and drug abuse is even more greatly impacted by exposure to adverse childhood experiences. For a participant who was exposed to 6 categories of childhood adverse experiences, in comparison with participates exposed to none, there was a 250% increase in the likelihood of their being a current smoker<span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">(Anda, Croft and Felitti)</span>. To illustrate the significance of smoking Vincent Felitti, founder of the ACE Study notes, &ldquo;A participant exposed to 4 categories of adverse childhood experience was 390% more likely to have chronic obstructive pulmonary disease compared to those with no exposure&rdquo;<span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">(Felitti)</span>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Alcoholism</span><br />Secondly, the level of alcoholism commonly found among participants with high ACE scores was even more pervasive than that of cigarette addiction. Through regression analysis, using participant questionnaires, it was determined that each of the eight individual ACEs are associated with an increase in the risk for alcohol abuse in adulthood. For a participant who was exposed to 6 categories of childhood adverse experience, in comparison with a participant exposed to none, there is a 500% increase in adult alcoholism.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Furthermore, compared to persons with no ACEs, the risk of heavy drinking, self-reported alcoholism, and marrying an alcoholic were increased two-fold to four-fold by the presence of multiple ACEs<span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">(Dube, Anda and Felitti)</span>. It&rsquo;s important to note that this two-fold to four-fold increase was found regardless of parental alcoholism, indicating that this increase has more to do with childhood trauma than any genetic predisposition.</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Drug Use</span></span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #000000;">Thirdly, even more so than addiction to cigarettes and alcoholism, the initiation of drug use, drug use problems and drug addiction was greatly increased through exposure to childhood adverse experiences. As a result of ACE&rsquo;s the attributable risk<sup> </sup>for each of these three illicit<sup> </sup>drug use problems was increased by 67% for an adult over 19 years of age<span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">(Dube, Felitti and Dong)</span>. Compared to participants with 0 ACEs, participants with 5 or more ACEs were 7-<sup> </sup>to 10-fold more likely to report illicit drug use problems and addiction to illicit drugs. For a male participant exposed to 6 categories in comparison to those exposed to none there was a 46-fold increase (4600%) in the likelihood of them becoming an injection drug user sometime later in life (Felitti, 2003). In reference to this increase in injection drug use Dr. Vincent J. Felitti asks:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #000000;">Because no one shoots heroin to get endocarditis or AIDS, might heroin then be used for relief of profound anguish dating back to childhood experiences? Is drug abuse self-destructive, or is it a desperate attempt at self-healing, albeit at a significant future risk? This point is important because primary prevention is far more difficult than anticipated--possibly because incomplete understanding of the benefits of so-called health risk behaviors causes these behaviors to be viewed as irrational acts that have only negative consequences. (Felitti, 2003)</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #000000;">CONCLUSION</span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="line-height: 200%; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #000000;">In conclusion, the effects of adverse childhood<sup> </sup>experiences transcend the more commonly perceived causes for the physical illnesses and diseases that we as a society fight to cure. Through combined research illustrating the bio-neurological alternations caused by early and prolonged adverse experiences and the epidemic of alcoholism, drug abuse, and addiction found in adults with high ACE scores, it&rsquo;s clear that we cannot afford to continue to sweep child abuse and neglect under the rug. Recognition of the reduction in the quality of life associated with child maltreatment is paramount in order to evaluate the programs that have been put in place to prevent child abuse and neglect from an economic standpoint.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Programs are needed that better address the underlying motivations of patients who continue to smoke despite health problems caused by smoking. Reducing society&rsquo;s problems with drug and alcohol problems means bringing serious attention<sup> </sup>to these common types of damaging childhood<sup> </sup>experiences.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Heightened awareness will not only reduce the occurrence of adult substance abuse problems but it will also reduce the higher health care costs they so often predict. Lastly, intervention is essential for children who&rsquo;ve been victims of abuse and neglect. Not only in order to treat their symptoms but also to help them in building coping skills that will offset the problems with drug abuse and poor physical health that may otherwise await them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></p>
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<div></div>]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://www.survivorarchivesproject.com/survivor_journal/rss-comments-entry-4962106.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>Ms. K's Experience</title><category>Alcoholism &amp; Drug Addition</category><dc:creator>Joanna M. Doane</dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 19 Jun 2008 19:09:33 +0000</pubDate><link>http://www.survivorarchivesproject.com/survivor_journal/2008/6/19/ms-ks-experience.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">101916:898357:1932923</guid><description><![CDATA[<font id="re4z" face="Trebuchet MS"><font size="2"><font style="color: #999999" face="Trebuchet MS" color="#999999"><font face="Trebuchet MS"><font id="b9en" face="Trebuchet MS"><p style="text-align: center" align="center"><em>What Got One Young Girl Through Living With Her Mother's Alcoholism</em></p><p style="text-align: center" align="center">&nbsp;</p><font id="re4z" face="Trebuchet MS"><font size="2"><font style="color: #000000" face="Trebuchet MS" color="#000000"><font face="Trebuchet MS"><font id="b9en" face="Trebuchet MS"><p><span class="full-image-float-left"><img style="width: 170px; height: 139px" alt="artsy.jpg" src="http://www.survivorarchivesproject.com/storage/artsy.jpg" /></span>My name is Krista Hirt but the kids I work with call me Ms. K. </p><p>There are people who think that when I was born, that I was a born survivor because was born with a rare heart conditon (for 1973).&nbsp; I was born a few weeks early with a hole in my heart, and the doctors in the Army hospital gave me less then 11 days to live. My dad told me I didnt act like a premie with a heart condition; I would grab his fingers when he put his hands in the incubator I was in and try to pull myself up. </p><p>Growing up was pretty normal for me; my dad was in the military, so we moved around alot (in Alaska I tried to go play at a playground in the snow in a dress with no shoes, socks or coat on), and I fought with my brothers alot too. My brothers and I saw our parents argue alot, but we kind of ignored it and went on playing, we thought that was normal parent stuff since we saw other kid's parents fight too, and it was sometimes on tv.</p><p>When I was 8 or 9 there was a huge chunk of time my mom was gone, but my dad was around more since he was now in the reserve and took us to movies and etc alot, but when we did see our mom there was a difference in her, I didnt understand til years later when my dad told me she had ovarion cancer around that time and had to have a hysterectomy; which my dad said in a way stripped her of the woman we knew; she became dark and pushed us away more.</p><p style="text-align: center" align="center"><span class="full-image-float-none"><img style="width: 170px; height: 223px" alt="age%208.jpg" src="http://www.survivorarchivesproject.com/storage/age%208.jpg" /><br />Krista, Age 8</span></p><p>When I was around 10 my brothers (then aged 12 &amp; 8) and I knew there was something not right with our parents, but kind of ignored it because of the trip to disneyland. Disneyland was sort of fun for me; though my first day there my mom put me in a green wool sailor suit (skirt and top) and I almost passed out from the heat, and the rest of my time she wouldnt let me go on any rides cause she was afraid I'd die if I went on any fast rides.</p><p>Soon after that we moved from Everett WA (where we had lived since I was 4) to Bothell, WA. Within a year my parents seperated and divorced, but my mom also developed a very weird obsession with appearance and perfectionism...but I think she had that before we moved but we didnt notice it much then.</p><p>We moved back to Everett when I was around 12, and things didnt seem too weird, except sometime within the school year my mom got rid of all my toys, and told me I was too old for them (probably because I developed early, I dont know why). Then summer came, and thats when things changed.</p><p>We moved to a different apartment in the same complex, and my mom started going out to bars. But I remember clearly the moment I knew my life would change, is when I was getting ready to go babysit for a neighbor and I knocked on my moms bedroom door to tell her something; she told me to come in and I saw a man that wasnt my dad in her bed and it shook me to the core. I practically ran out of the house. My sense of right and wrong would surely be tested for the next 3 yrs, and so would the things my dad taught me on how to take care of myself and observe my surroundings.</p><p>It was my middle school counselor Mrs Ryder that noticed first off there was something wrong. She said she noticed it the first day of school, I was wearing dark clothes. I went from bright and happy to gloom and doom. She would weekly sit me in her office until I would talk. One time she tried to call CPS, but my moms boyfriend lied and said they werent home and I heard about it when I got home in a not-so-good way. So Mrs Ryder helped me find ways to get help. I went to Alateen meetings as much as I could, and I went out more often with friends, and I got into different kinds of hobbies. And thankfully my mom sent me to my aunt Laurie's to get me out of the house as often as she could.</p><p>My aunt was another confidaunt, but she focused on keeping me busy; she taught me how to do crafts to keep myself busy and shed take me out shopping at 2am (on days she'd work til then). Around that time I got close to our next door neighbor Merry and her daughter Erika (there were a few other neighbors, like Kelly, who became safe heavens for me too, people knew about my mom, but they didnt know what to do). Merry in a way became like a second mom to me, and became protective of me. I started writing poetry when I was 13 1/2, and&nbsp;I would draw as much as I could, it became my refuge when I couldnt leave (I eventually threw my poetry book at my mom one day when she said what she was doing was not effecting us).</p><p>I knew there was a god, I just didnt really know him, I only knew what I heard around christmas time and I would pray when I could (my mom never allowed us to go to church for some reason).</p><p>After I turned 15, and almost 6 months after Merry died I think I had had enough and I told my mom off like never before, and that was the last day we were together. I ended up at my aunt's that night.</p><p>After getting out of the shower that night and looking myself in the mirror I only had one thought &quot;I have no marks&quot;. It would be years later while watching touched by an angel that I knew why...God had sent an angel to cover me.</p><p>After about a month at my aunts, I went to go live with my dad. I think I knew I'd be ok when I did everything in my power to get him to hit me because my mom had taught me that was love, and all he did was wrap his arms around me and held me til I stopped pushing away and told me over and over again he loved me and he'd never hurt me.</p><p>It took me years to let go of my anger, and to forgive my mother, but somehow I did it. And I found a man that understands me, and I have children that I adore. In high school my counselor got me into a group called ACOA (it was first Adult Children of Alcoholics, but became Adult Children of Addiction) and it was in that goup that I actualy admited that my mom was an alcoholic, when I was too afraid before.</p><p>It was the school counselors, friends, neighbors, what my dad taught me, my bothers, and music that got me through everything....and all those 80's shows and cartoons.&nbsp; I thank my dad for the guidance and love he taught me, my school counselors Mrs Ryder &amp; Mrs Harris, for their encouragement and never giving up on me, my aunts Cathy &amp; Laurie &amp; family friends Merry and her daughter Erika van Scheels for their unconditional love and support, my high school creative writing teacher Kay Powers for helping me put my feelings on paper like I had never done before..and countless friends who were there for me.<br /></p><p><strong><u>Poetry:</u></strong><br /><a href="http://www.poetry.com/Publications/display.asp?ID=P2598882&BN=999&PN=3" target="_blank"><u>Family Portrait</u></a><br /><a href="http://www.poetry.com/Publications/display.asp?ID=P2598882&BN=999&PN=1" target="_blank"><u>Hereditary Madness</u></a><br /><a href="http://www.poetry.com/Publications/display.asp?ID=P2598882&BN=999&PN=4" target="_blank"><u>My Father, My Hero</u></a><br /><a href="http://www.poetry.com/Publications/display.asp?ID=P2598882&BN=999&PN=5" target="_blank"><u>Never Goodbye</u></a><br /><a href="http://www.poetry.com/Publications/display.asp?ID=P2598882&BN=999&PN=7" target="_blank"><u>Secret Dreams</u></a><br /><a href="http://www.poetry.com/Publications/display.asp?ID=P2598882&BN=999&PN=6" target="_blank"><u>Sitting at the Edge of the Abyss</u></a></p><p><br /><strong><u>Contacting Mrs. K</u></strong><br />Website:&nbsp; <a href="http://www.myspace.com/topazkat73">www.myspace.com/topazkat73</a> <br />YouTube: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/topazkat73">www.youtube.com/topazkat73</a><br />Email:&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <a href="mailto:Topazkat73@hotmail.com">Topazkat73@hotmail.com</a> </p><p>&nbsp;</p><p><a href="http://www.poetry.com/Publications/display.asp?ID=P2598882&BN=999&PN=6" target="_blank"></a></p></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font>]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://www.survivorarchivesproject.com/survivor_journal/rss-comments-entry-1932923.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>Ashley's Story</title><category>Domestic Violence Awareness</category><dc:creator>Joanna M. Doane</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 08 Oct 2007 03:49:12 +0000</pubDate><link>http://www.survivorarchivesproject.com/survivor_journal/2007/10/8/ashleys-story.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">101916:898357:1299740</guid><description><![CDATA[<div><div style="text-align: center;" align="center"><h1><b>I did it Afraid &amp; am now Healed </b></h1><a mce_onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" mce_real_href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.viewCategory&amp;FriendID=141901282&amp;BlogCategoryID=12" target="_blank" href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.viewCategory&amp;FriendID=141901282&amp;BlogCategoryID=12"><u><font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);" color="#0000ff"></font></u></a><br>     </div><div><br>    <font face="#000000" size="3"><span class="full-image-float-left"><img mce_real_src="http://www.survivorarchivesproject.com/storage/l_47c4209c93445b4ec4c22c1baa6e8179.jpg" alt="l_47c4209c93445b4ec4c22c1baa6e8179.jpg" src="http://www.survivorarchivesproject.com/storage/l_47c4209c93445b4ec4c22c1baa6e8179.jpg"></span><i>" It was National Crime Victims Week, and this is Ashley's story. What if it was you? Your sister? Or Mother? Would you know? Do you know? Even if it is not, it clearly is time to take action against this type of evil behavior, and to protect those in need, before, during and after violence strikes. Don't think it's not your problem. That's what the "terrorists" want. If this story can help anyone you know, pass it on."</i> </font></div><div>&nbsp;</div><div><font face="#000000" size="3"><u><b>Ashley's Contact Info</b></u>:</font><div><font face="#000000" size="3">Website:&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; http://pathfinder.weebly.com</font></div><div><font face="#000000" size="3">Homepage:&nbsp; http://www.myspace.com/doitafraid&nbsp;</font></div><font face="#000000" size="3">&nbsp;</font></div><div style="text-align: center;" align="center"><font face="#000000" size="3">&nbsp;</font></div><div style="text-align: center;" align="center"><font face="#000000" size="3">&nbsp;</font></div><div style="text-align: center;" align="center"><font face="#000000" size="3">&nbsp;</font></div><div style="text-align: center;" align="center"><font face="#000000" size="3"><font face="#000000"><b><u>Ashley's Story </u></b></font><br>    <font face="#000000" size="3"> *********** </font><br>    </font></div></div><div><font face="#000000" size="3"><font face="#000000" size="3"> <br>     I hid out for the first six years, then I began speaking out. </font></font></div><div>&nbsp;</div><div><font face="#000000" size="3"><font face="#000000" size="3">When your partner is "the law" it's a lot harder escaping the hell you call home. <br>     <br>     My goal for this year is to make awareness of Domestic Violence (DV) widely known, to point those in need to the help available, and to eventually eradicate DV. <br><br>     <br><b><u>     Some things to consider</u></b>: <br>     <br>     When is it okay to be hit &amp; and to be cursed at by your ________________? (e.g. Spouse / Partner / Boy Friend /&nbsp; Friend)?<br> <br><u>     When I</u> : <br>     (A) Don't have the house cleaned. <br>     (B) Don't have dinner ready.<br>     (C) Don't have everything perfect! <br>     (D) I've done something he doesn't like. <br>     If any of you answered options above, you got it wrong. The correct answer is <u>NEVER</u>. It is NEVER okay!<br> <br>     <br><u>     DUCKS</u> <br><i>     Have you ever felt like you lived in a box? Everything is okay as long as ALL your ducks were in a row.&nbsp; BUT if a duck was missing, or you weren't sure you did everything you were supposed to do before he got home? You're racing around desperately trying to find the missing duck before he gets home.</i> </font></font></div><div><font face="#000000" size="3"><font face="#000000" size="3"><br>     Rushing everywhere to get back in time...<br>     - Will he be in a good mood? (Duck #1) <br>     - Did he have a good day at work today? (Duck #2) <br>     - Did he stop for a drink or two, or three?&nbsp; Is he drunk? (Ducks #3 &amp; #4) <br>     - Did he lose his job again? (Last Duck) </font></font></div><div><font face="#000000" size="3"><font face="#000000" size="3"><br>     <br><u>     WORDS</u> <br><i>     Have you ever said these words in a desperate attempt to calm him down?</i> <br></font></font><ol><li><font face="#000000" size="3"><font face="#000000" size="3">"What did I do wrong?" </font></font></li><li><font face="#000000" size="3"><font face="#000000" size="3">"How can I fix it?"</font></font></li><li><font face="#000000" size="3"><font face="#000000" size="3">"I didn't talk to that man!"</font></font></li><li><font face="#000000" size="3"><font face="#000000" size="3">"I didn't look at that man!"</font></font></li><li><font face="#000000" size="3"><font face="#000000" size="3">"I don't want anyone else!" </font></font></li><li><font face="#000000" size="3"><font face="#000000" size="3">"I Love you; You're all I ever want -- I Promise!"</font></font></li></ol><font face="#000000" size="3"><font face="#000000" size="3">     <br>     OR <br>     <br></font></font><ol><li><font face="#000000" size="3"><font face="#000000" size="3">     "Please don't hurt me!" </font></font></li><li><font face="#000000" size="3"><font face="#000000" size="3">     "Please don't say that to me!" </font></font></li><li><font face="#000000" size="3"><font face="#000000" size="3">     "Please don't talk to me like that!" </font></font></li><li><font face="#000000" size="3"><font face="#000000" size="3">     "Please don't kick me!" </font></font></li><li><font face="#000000" size="3"><font face="#000000" size="3">     "Please don't do that again!" </font></font></li><li><font face="#000000" size="3"><font face="#000000" size="3">     "Please don't  leave me, I'll be the way you want me to be, I'll do what you want me to do, just Please don't hurt me anymore!" </font></font></li></ol></div><div><font face="#000000" size="3"><font face="#000000" size="3">     <br>     Has this ever been you? It's been me. I've been in your shoes I KNOW what you are going through, what you have gone through… You could say I have my Master's Degree in that kind of pain, humiliation, and plain old fear.</font></font></div><div><font face="#000000" size="3"><font face="#000000" size="3"><br>     <u><br>     The SIGNS</u> <br>     Warning signs, which I only knew too well. Why shouldn't I? </font></font></div><div>&nbsp;</div><div><font face="#000000" size="3"><font face="#000000" size="3">I was the peacemaker in my family.&nbsp; As the oldest of five, my Mom always told me to keep the peace at <i>all costs</i>.&nbsp;&nbsp; Once I grew up its not surprising that I did well as a volunteer Crisis Counselor for a local shelter - it was my job to be the person who could fix everything regardless of the pain, humiliation or anything I went through making the "peace" happen.&nbsp; Including learning to say "It was my fault" even when it wasn't. I COULD "FIX" EVERYTHING. </font></font></div><div>&nbsp;</div><div><font face="#000000" size="3"><font face="#000000" size="3">Except my own life. I stayed too long. WAY PAST ALL THE SIGNS…. and I got to witness and watch my own execution style hit. <br><br>     <br>     I'm here to tell you what happened.&nbsp; How I struggled to survive so I could make a difference for FUTURE SURVIVORS of violent crimes related to Domestic Violence. If this story of Survival can help just one of you take the IMPORTANT STEP wouldn't that be awesome?</font></font></div><div>&nbsp;</div><div><div style="text-align: center;" align="center"><font face="#000000" size="3"><font face="#000000" size="3">**********</font></font></div><div style="text-align: center;" align="center">&nbsp;</div></div><div><font face="#000000" size="3"><font face="#000000" size="3">     <br>     I pulled into my drive way after a long day at work.&nbsp; As I was getting out my car I felt the first blow to the back of my head.&nbsp; I came to as I was being dragged in my driveway. It was all like a slow motion horror movie. I could see the people and what they were doing, but I was unable to stop it. I watched them basically stage the crime that seemed planned so well. I saw my shoe being taken off and hung on the fence. I saw everything ... and when they came back towards me, I remember thinking that I hadn't told my parents' how much I loved them, and that now they would never know… </font></font></div><div>&nbsp;</div><div><font face="#000000" size="3"><font face="#000000" size="3">That's the last thing I remember. I woke up in a hospital three months later. <br>     <br>     I knew without a doubt that my husband had planned the whole thing right down to the last detail. I couldn't prove it, because he was good at what he did. He had basically been training all his adult life. He was the law. <br>     <br>     I immediately knew I had to get out.&nbsp; I put my safety plan into action! </font></font></div><div><font face="#000000" size="3"><font face="#000000" size="3"><br>     <br><u>     THE SAFETY PLAN</u> <br></font></font><ol><li><font face="#000000" size="3"><font face="#000000" size="3">     Have a separate checking and/or savings account so that no one but you and the bank knows about. </font></font></li><li><font face="#000000" size="3"><font face="#000000" size="3">     Establish Code Words with a trusted friend. Let me explain: <br>Your trusted friend calls you &amp; things are not fine. You have some sentences to say to them that your abuser is NOT AWARE of! This can be the difference between life and death. <br>Mine was: "<i>I'm cleaning out the refrigerator!</i>" <br>Others could be "I'm fixing a Turkey sandwich; I'm changing my socks."..." The purple ones?", your friend asks.&nbsp; You answer, "Yes". <br>Your friend then knows that your abuser is in your home and is then able to call and get Law Enforcement over to your place! </font></font></li><li><font face="#000000" size="3"><font face="#000000" size="3">     Leave a PAPER TRAIL </font></font></li><li><font face="#000000" size="3"><font face="#000000" size="3">     Establish a safe place that NO ONE knows about where you can go. </font></font></li><li><font face="#000000" size="3"><font face="#000000" size="3">Don't keep the same  magazines. Forward them to NURSING HOMES all over the STATE </font></font></li><li><font face="#000000" size="3"><font face="#000000" size="3">Close your VIDEO Accounts. Don't ever transfer these accounts, because you can be found this way. </font></font></li><li><font face="#000000" size="3"><font face="#000000" size="3">Never order home delivery for food or anything because your name and phone number will be in someone's database and all your abuser has to do is go to the town where he thinks you are.&nbsp; Then go into all take out &amp; delivery places and show them your picture.&nbsp; He can say anything he wants to find you. </font></font></li><li><font face="#000000" size="3"><font face="#000000" size="3">NEVER LEAVE A FORWARDING ADDRESS! </font></font></li></ol></div><div><font face="#000000" size="3"><font face="#000000" size="3">     <br><u>     When to Leave IMMEDIATELY</u>! <br></font></font><ul><li><font face="#000000" size="3"><font face="#000000" size="3">     A Gun in your mouth? </font></font></li><li><font face="#000000" size="3"><font face="#000000" size="3">A Gun at your throat!&nbsp;</font></font></li><li><font face="#000000" size="3"><font face="#000000" size="3">A Gun against your head is never a joke...your LIFE is in DANGER. Yes, your marriage vows stated, "Until death do us part", but it's not your husbands place to "Do us part".&nbsp; Its time to GET OUT!</font></font></li></ul></div><div><font face="#000000" size="3"><font face="#000000" size="3">     <u><br>     This is what I DID</u>: <br>     After the last attack I left my family, including my teenage daughter behind. I went to a State that had a town not on the internet yet, had my name legally changed, and found out that a program exists that gives survivors of domestic violence &amp; violent crimes new identities.&nbsp; And while doing this I discovered I was pregnant. Not ever wanting to know anything about the crime that was planned to end my life, I took this as a GIFT From God. When he was born &amp; looked just like me I got my confirmation. <br>     <br>     During the name change, the Judge involved with my case called me back into her chambers &amp; congratulated me for being so brave. She decided to always allow survivors to use their initials when changing their names and to seal the cases so no one could find them. I certainly didn't feel brave then, but I do now! </font></font></div><div>&nbsp;</div><div><font face="#000000" size="3"><font face="#000000" size="3">I am so grateful &amp; honored to have been asked to share my story at all the vigils for the Prevention of Domestic Violence &amp; to be able to make a difference in the lives of future survivors of domestic violence by talking. Please don't let ANYONE hurt you verbally, emotionally and/or physically! If it feels wrong it probably is. <br>     <br>     Was what I did easy? NO! I couldn't take my daughter, my college education, my degrees, my work history, I couldn't even take my Blockbuster video account with me. </font></font></div><div>&nbsp;</div><div><font face="#000000" size="3"><font face="#000000" size="3">I COULD NEVER GO HOME AGAIN. </font></font></div><div>&nbsp;</div><div><font face="#000000" size="3"><font face="#000000" size="3">No weddings, no parties, no going home for the holidays, no funerals, no birthdays, no high school reunions. Not even my own daughter's graduation &amp; future wedding: NOTHING that linked me to my family or my past! <br>     <br>     I had been told in the hospital I couldn't get a new identity or even think about it, because of his Job. It would never benefit. He would always find me, and before I left town, he did. He'd find me through my credit cards, VIN number, or phone records.&nbsp; He would always know where I was.&nbsp; Even when I rented a car, he informed me he knew which card I had used to rent the car, what kind it was, what hotel I was at and the spot where the car was parked! I would come home &amp; drawers would be left open, pictures rearranged on my walls, but the doors would always remain locked. It was as if I was CRAZY to think anything was different. <br>     <br>&nbsp;     Any one who went on to eventually helped me had this happen to them too! <br>     <br>     He let me know that, when I was in a coma on life support, I had been finger printed so that I could NEVER work in my profession or go anywhere without him finding me and/or knowing where I was. He said it didn't matter where I went - <i>he would always be there</i>. </font></font></div><div>&nbsp;</div><div><font face="#000000" size="3"><font face="#000000" size="3">This affected even my parents. When my Mom eventually got sick and I was attacked I knew it was time to take the drastic step that would change my life, as I knew it forever. That is when I put my Survival Plan into action! That was the day I lost my identity, as I knew it… </font></font></div><div>&nbsp;</div><div><font face="#000000" size="3"><font face="#000000" size="3">That was the day I died! <br>     <br>     It took me four years not to turn when someone called my BIRTH Name.&nbsp; It took me longer not to duck &amp; block my face when anyone reached their arm or hand above my head, which is embarrassing, but a 'fight-or-flight' reflex. </font></font></div><div>&nbsp;</div><div><font face="#000000" size="3"><font face="#000000" size="3">I have had to move over 50 times since 2000. In my state, the whole town where I live is covering up with all the times I've relocated. I had to walk away from my married daughter, (I don't get to see her or have a life with her, for her safety and well being).&nbsp; I also have a teen daughter and son.&nbsp; I have a birthday this week and it sickens me to realize that my children have not been able to see their mother much less talk to her all because someone would rather have gotten away with murder then simply granted a divorce!!!??? <br>     <br>     I am currently in the <i>Address Confidentiality Program</i>. Nineteen states have statutes authorizing address confidentiality programs. These programs are solely for survivors of domestic violence or sexual assault. The state entity running the program assigns a "dummy" address or an address at the state office. The entity then forwards my mail to the location of my choice. Most states with address confidentiality programs have created procedures to address court summonses, service of process, and other official mail. They also have provisions for confidentiality of the information, including voter registration. In most states, you can even vote by absentee ballot. Addresses are exempt from publication with state voter registry records. <br>     <br>     I want everyone to know there is help available out there. The programs that helped me can help you. The local shelters have trained people there. Law Enforcement is trained to help you. There is HELP. I know that I know, if it hadn't been for the Grace of God, I would be dead now and no one would have EVER found me. <br>     <br>     So, the first time you bet hit, punched, kicked, verbally abused, bitten, beaten, slapped, or shoved should be the last time.&nbsp; If you are afraid join the crowd.&nbsp; DO IT AFRAID!&nbsp; Do it for others, do it for YOURSELF!&nbsp; Act as if your life depends on it, because it does!<br>     <br>     My prayers are for all of the survivors present, for the loved ones who have lost people to this crime, and to all the Law Enforcement Officers who deal with this day in &amp; day out - consistently putting their lives in danger. Thank you! <br>     <br>     By the way, once the fear has subsided and you are not looking over your shoulder as much anymore, there IS a feeling of NO FEAR. Not having to rush home and make sure everything is perfect. Its a great feeling and, to all you Future Survivors, I pray for your Safety &amp; Courage each and every day. <br>     <br>     Thank You, <br>     Ashley <br>     </font></font></div><div><font face="#000000" size="3"><font face="#000000" size="3"><br>    <u><b><br>   </b></u></font></font></div><div><font face="#000000" size="3"><font face="#000000" size="3"><br>   <br>     <b><br></b></font></font><div style="text-align: center;" align="center"><u><font face="#000000" size="3"><font face="#000000" size="3"><b>     Resources</b></font></font></u><br></div><font face="#000000" size="3"><font face="#000000" size="3">     <br>     - National Domestic Violence Hotline: 1-800-799-SAFE (7233), 1-800-787-3224 (TDD) <br><br>     - National Address Confidentiality Program States &amp; Info: <a mce_onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" mce_real_href="http://www.ncsl.org/programs/cyf/dvsurvive.htm" target="_blank" href="http://www.ncsl.org/programs/cyf/dvsurvive.htm">http://www.ncsl.org/programs/cyf/dvsurvive.htm</a> (For more information on domestic violence issues, please contact Stephanie Walton in the Denver office at 303.364.7700 or <a mce_onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" mce_real_href="mailto:cyf-info@ncsl.org" target="_blank" href="mailto:cyf-info@ncsl.org">cyf-info@ncsl.org</a> or either Sheri Steisel or Lee Posey in the D.C. office at 202.624.5400 or <a mce_onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" mce_real_href="mailto:fedhumserv-info@ncsl.org" target="_blank" href="mailto:fedhumserv-info@ncsl.org">fedhumserv-info@ncsl.org</a>) <br><br>     - The Rape, Abuse, Incest National Network (RAINN): 1-800-656-HOPE (Will automatically transfer you to the rape crisis center nearest you, anywhere in the nation. It can be used as a last resort if people cannot find a domestic violence shelter.) <br><br>     - U.S. Department of Justice Violence Against Women Office: <a mce_onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" mce_real_href="http://www.usdoj.gov/ovw/" target="_blank" href="http://www.usdoj.gov/ovw/">http://www.usdoj.gov/ovw/</a> <br><br>     - National Coalition Against Domestic Violence: Phone: 202-745-1211, TTY - (202) 745-2042, <a mce_onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" mce_real_href="http://www.ncadv.org/" target="_blank" href="http://www.ncadv.org/">http://www.ncadv.org/</a> <br><br>     - Safe Horizon: 1-800-621-HOPE (4673), <a mce_onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" mce_real_href="http://www.safehorizon.org/" target="_blank" href="http://www.safehorizon.org/">http://www.safehorizon.org/</a> <br><br>     - Faith Trust Institute: 206-634-1903, <a mce_onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" mce_real_href="http://www.faithtrustinstitute.org/" target="_blank" href="http://www.faithtrustinstitute.org/">http://www.faithtrustinstitute.org/</a> <br><br>     - National Network to End Domestic Violence: Hotline: 1-800-799-SAFE (7233) or 1-800-787-3224 (TTY), <a mce_onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" mce_real_href="http://www.nnedv.org/" target="_blank" href="http://www.nnedv.org/">http://www.nnedv.org/</a> <br><br>     - Domestic Violence Resources: <a mce_onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" mce_real_href="http://www.dvresources.org/" target="_blank" href="http://www.dvresources.org/">http://www.dvresources.org/</a> </font></font></div>]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://www.survivorarchivesproject.com/survivor_journal/rss-comments-entry-1299740.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>Angel Shadow's Story</title><category>Domestic Violence Awareness</category><dc:creator>Joanna M. Doane</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 08 Oct 2007 03:16:17 +0000</pubDate><link>http://www.survivorarchivesproject.com/survivor_journal/2007/10/7/angel-shadows-story.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">101916:898357:1299703</guid><description><![CDATA[<p>&nbsp;</p>
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<h1><strong>Overcoming Domestic Abuse-My Story</strong></h1>
<br /> by Angel Shadow</div>
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<p><br /> <span class="full-image-float-left"><img src="http://www.survivorarchivesproject.com/storage/angelshadow_2007.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1191900016781" alt="angelshadow_2007.jpg" /></span><span style="color: #000000;">Where do I begin?<br /> <br /> I grew up in an environment of alcoholism. This environment was filled with physical abuse, emotional abuse, neglect, anxiety and most importantly....denial. We weren't allowed to discuss what went on in our home. It was to be swept under the rug, like the dirty little secret it was. I can't count how many times we had to silently put the house back together while my dad slept it off on the couch. I guess it was simply easier to pretend it didn't happen. I guess not acknowledging it, meant we didn't have to deal with it. But we did have to deal with it and not discussing it didn't make it go away...it allowed it to continue. <br /> <br /> I could start with the emotional issues domestic violence causes. Or the anxiety and panic attacks. The issues of trust and constantly being guarded. Always looking over your shoulder, waiting for the next bomb to drop. The effort to accept and forgive...at least enough to move on and live a normal daily life. I could start with the importance of breaking the cycle, so this doesn't move on to the next generation. Or the importance of releasing the anger and becoming a productive human being. These are all important topics that need to be addressed and I will try to include them all.<br /> <br /> Or I could start with some of my own personal experiences. The constant physical fights. The yelling and screaming. The broken "things." Being picked up by the throat, while my mom stood by and did nothing. Watching my mom get shoved through a kitchen window by the hair, pulled back through, and pushed out the door onto the porch. Then being told by my dad that if we tried to let her in, he'd shoot us. I could talk about the small travel trailer that was pulled from place to place, sometimes with no running water and illegally wired electricity. Relocating was a constant. There was no need to feel secure, because in no time at all, we'd be on the move again. I could discuss the countless times my parents left us with people we didn't even know; sneaking out when they thought we weren't aware. And there were times those people made it very clear that we were not wanted there. I could never understand how I could be placed somewhere I wasn't truly wanted. But it happened time and time again. I remember my brother and I spending some time on the porch because we weren't allowed to enter the house while the other kids got to have their bowl of ice cream. I remember wearing the same clothes everyday and let me tell you...other kids aren't afraid to remind you of it. I could also talk about the sexual abuse I endured from one of my dad's drunk friends when I was five years old. I could dwell on my mom's attitude of, "If I can't beat him, I'll join him." And how she spent her share of time on the bar stool beside him, while we were left at home alone, probably because no one would take us for the night. And of course, there's my mom's denial and how, "Her kids always came first." I get physically ill every time I hear her say it. <br /> <br /> I started taking care of my sister when she was a baby. I was ten years old, and had no idea how to care for an infant. I recall the first time I was left alone with her. I stood out at the end of the driveway, looking up the street, begging them to come back. That was the day something shifted in me. I became hard as survival issues kicked in. When my parents would conveniently find a different sitter for the night, I always seemed to run them off. I literally had babysitters walk out on me, because I made their experience with us a living hell. Who did they think they were, coming into my home and telling me what to do? Thinking they could take care of my baby sister better than I could. I've been handling things just fine, thank you very much. I certainly didn't need them. Over time, my mom told me since I kept running them off, I would just do it on my own. Like I hadn't been doing that already. My sister wouldn't respond to anyone but me anyway....so what good were they? Bye-bye...see yah later! <br /> <br /> I was never shown how to change a diaper or make a bottle. I guess it was assumed I would figure it out. After all, they would only be gone "a couple of hours." What could possibly go wrong? But those couple hours always turned into a day long event, usually extending into the early morning hours, which would end with them coming home in a fight. Do you realize how scary it is to a ten year old child to be left at home alone, with an infant, especially when it gets dark? We rarely had a phone, so I never had any way of checking in to see when they'd be home. I was forced to learn to deal with it.<br /> <br /> These few examples I've shared are only the tip of the iceberg. <br /> <br /> The emotional issues from domestic abuse could fill a book and there is no way I can cover them all in this article. The programming that comes from living in an abusive household is devastating to the human mind. In order to survive, the mind has to adapt and it becomes programmed to work in a certain way. It remembers everything and protects against danger in ways we still don't understand. The human mind literally has the ability to protect itself and it does this by altering what we think, which effects the way we see things. When our programming changes the way we think, it also effects the way we feel because the mind and body are tightly connected. What effects one, effects the other. Emotional abuse is one of the hardest to overcome because of the programming done to the mind. You can reprogram the mind to think and operate in a different manner, but it takes time and a lot of hard, heavy and deep soul searching, which is hardly a walk in the park.<br /> <br /> Anxiety and panic attacks are also experiences that come from abuse. In most cases, the attacks are chronic because the mind/body are used to working in fight or flight mode. When the mind is trained to live this way, it will continue to do so, even when there is no reason for it. It simply doesn't know any different. I've been experiencing anxiety since I was five years old and it wasn't until a few years ago, I finally figured it out. I still get anxious from time to time, but I've learned to deal with attacks. <br /> <br /> Growing up in an abusive environment made me hard, guarded and non-trusting. You'll never see me cry. It doesn't mean I don't...it just means you won't see it. I view life differently and I respond to it differently. I don't drink. How could I? Drinking is what caused my childhood to be the way it was. The thought of putting alcohol in my system makes me physically ill and brings on anxiety instantly. <br /> <br /> I've had to overcome serious trust issues. How could I possible believe what you tell me? You're not really going to be there for me, so I simply won't count on it. I've learned to survive and I can take care of myself. I've learned to accept certain things and I've learned to forgive. I've done this for ME. Not for my parents, not for the bullies I encountered, not for the other adults who treated me less than the trash in their garbage...but for ME. For my own sanity and well-being. For my own piece of mind. I'm happy with the person I've become and I've become that person on my own. <br /> <br /> I decided a long time ago, I would not remain a victim and I would not become a product of my environment. I decided I would forgive as much as I could. Does that mean the circumstances I encountered were justified? Not for a second! Does that mean that to this day, I think it's alright that my parents have to make a nightly stop in the bar on their way home? Not a chance! Where do I place blame? With my father, who didn't know how to stop? With my mother, who allowed it to happen? I feel they both should be held responsible. But I'm no longer a victim of their circumstance. Their life is their's to live as they choose. I simply choose to move in a difference direction. I decided the cycle stops with me. It will not be passed on to the next generation that I brought into this world. Which means my kids won't pass it on to their's and nothing makes me happier! At least I can sleep at night knowing that.</span></p>
<p><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong>Angel Shadow's Contact Info</strong></span>:<br />URL:&nbsp; http://www.myspace.com/angelshadow7</p>
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<div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #000000;"> *****</span><br /><strong><span style="color: #000000;"> Confessions of the Wounded Inner Child </span></strong><br /><span style="color: #000000;"> by Angel Shadow </span></div>
<p><span style="color: #000000;"> <br /> I have always been there <br /> But you chose not to see <br /> The pain and bitter heartache <br /> That you enforced on me.  <br /> <br /> I could not escape you <br /> Trapped inside your hell <br /> A child of your making <br /> Bars upon the cell. <br /> <br /> You taught me oh so much <br /> Not to trust and not to care <br /> My world became so shattered <br /> My eyes a cold, blank stare.  <br /> <br /> I soon became so silent <br /> And found a place to hide <br /> To young to understand <br /> I was only along for the ride. <br /> <br /> Overtime, as I grew <br /> These issues that you dealt <br /> Became so overwhelming <br /> The bitterness was felt.  <br /> <br /> It took me a long time <br /> To emerge from the dark <br /> To learn to heal and forgive <br /> Was not a walk in the park. <br /> <br /> I did learn how to heal <br /> And I did this just for me <br /> A new world was created <br /> For my eyes to see.  <br /> <br /> I will not pass this on <br /> The heartache and the tears <br /> The children of tomorrow <br /> Shall enjoy their wonder years. <br /> <br /> I will learn to be stronger <br /> And stand up on my own <br /> For the next generation <br /> Will not be my clone. <br /> <br /> My life is in your hands <br /> Even if you think unfair <br /> Be careful what you teach <br /> And treat me with more care. <br /> <br /> For I will never forget <br /> The weary ways of past <br /> Overcoming this takes time  <br /> A large stone for me to cast. <br /> <br /> My mind is like a thirsty sponge <br /> Absorbing and so free <br /> So please don't damage and harm it <br /> For you're creating me. <br /> <br /> &copy; Copyright 2006 Angel Shadow,<br /> All rights reserved.</span></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://www.survivorarchivesproject.com/survivor_journal/rss-comments-entry-1299703.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>Poem: Confessions of the Wounded Inner Child</title><category>Poetry</category><dc:creator>Joanna M. Doane</dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 07 Oct 2007 19:00:00 +0000</pubDate><link>http://www.survivorarchivesproject.com/survivor_journal/2007/10/7/poem-confessions-of-the-wounded-inner-child.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">101916:898357:5382053</guid><description><![CDATA[<div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #000000;"> *****</span><br /><strong><span style="color: #000000;"> Confessions of the Wounded Inner Child </span></strong><br /><span style="color: #000000;"> by Angel Shadow </span></div>
<p><span style="color: #000000;"> <br /> I have always been there <br /> But you chose not to see <br /> The pain and bitter heartache <br /> That you enforced on me.  <br /> <br /> I could not escape you <br /> Trapped inside your hell <br /> A child of your making <br /> Bars upon the cell. <br /> <br /> You taught me oh so much <br /> Not to trust and not to care <br /> My world became so shattered <br /> My eyes a cold, blank stare.  <br /> <br /> I soon became so silent <br /> And found a place to hide <br /> To young to understand <br /> I was only along for the ride. <br /> <br /> Overtime, as I grew <br /> These issues that you dealt <br /> Became so overwhelming <br /> The bitterness was felt.  <br /> <br /> It took me a long time <br /> To emerge from the dark <br /> To learn to heal and forgive <br /> Was not a walk in the park. <br /> <br /> I did learn how to heal <br /> And I did this just for me <br /> A new world was created <br /> For my eyes to see.  <br /> <br /> I will not pass this on <br /> The heartache and the tears <br /> The children of tomorrow <br /> Shall enjoy their wonder years. <br /> <br /> I will learn to be stronger <br /> And stand up on my own <br /> For the next generation <br /> Will not be my clone. <br /> <br /> My life is in your hands <br /> Even if you think unfair <br /> Be careful what you teach <br /> And treat me with more care. <br /> <br /> For I will never forget <br /> The weary ways of past <br /> Overcoming this takes time  <br /> A large stone for me to cast. <br /> <br /> My mind is like a thirsty sponge <br /> Absorbing and so free <br /> So please don't damage and harm it <br /> For you're creating me. <br /> <br /> &copy; Copyright 2006 Angel Shadow,<br /> All rights reserved.</span></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://www.survivorarchivesproject.com/survivor_journal/rss-comments-entry-5382053.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>Chong Kim Fights Sex Trafficking in Vegas</title><category>Featured Survivors</category><category>Human Trafficking</category><dc:creator>Joanna M. Doane</dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 13 Sep 2007 15:59:36 +0000</pubDate><link>http://www.survivorarchivesproject.com/survivor_journal/2007/9/13/chong-kim-fights-sex-trafficking-in-vegas.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">101916:898357:1256275</guid><description><![CDATA[<h1 align="center" class="Headline" style="text-align: center;">Vegas Tops Sex Trafficking List</h1><h2 align="center" class="SubHead" style="text-align: center;"><em>State Dept. Report: Vegas Human, Sex Trafficking Highest In U.S.</em></h2><div class="posted">&nbsp;</div><div class="AssocContentRTS medium">Related To Story</div><div class="assocVideo"><div id="playerparent" style="width: 240px; height: 236px;"><a href="http://www.fox5vegas.com/news/14053374/detail.html#" target="_blank" onclick="Controls.setCurrentVideo(14054873,['vegas','New Group Fights Sex Trafficking','entertainment']); return false;"><img id="image14054638" src="http://www.fox5vegas.com/2007/0906/14054638_240X180.jpg" style="width: 240px; height: 180px;" /></a></div><div class="Links"> <ul class="medium"> <li class="video"><strong>Video: </strong><a href="http://www.fox5vegas.com/news/14053374/detail.html#" target="_blank" onclick="Controls.setCurrentVideo(14054873,['vegas','New Group Fights Sex Trafficking','entertainment']); return false;">New Group Fights Sex Trafficking</a></li> </ul> </div></div><div class="posted">&nbsp;</div><div class="posted">POSTED: 3:38 pm PDT September 5, 2007</div><div class="updated">UPDATED: 8:37 pm PDT September 5, 2007</div><div class="updated">&nbsp;</div> <p><strong class="Dateline">LAS VEGAS -- </strong>Results from a two-year investigation by the U.S. State Department show Las Vegas as the epicenter of North American prostitution and human trafficking. As one victim of these crimes comes forward, police intend to use the information to combat the sale of women and children for sex.</p> <p>&quot;My blood was spilled on a damp, cold floor,&quot; Chong Kim, a former prostitute, said. &quot;They bruised my body and made me their whore.</p> <p>&quot;Kim said she was forced into prostitution during the mid-'90s.</p> <p>&quot;It was a one room cell,&quot; Kim said, &quot;and each of the woman and children were categorized where they were going to be shipped.&quot;</p> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" class="storyAd" style="width: 100%;"><tbody> <tr> <td class="storyAdObj">                <div align="center" class="adtile" style="text-align: center;"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"><tbody> <tr> <td class="adtilebg"><!--
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    stopindex--></p> <p><em>Copyright 2006 by <a href="http://www.fox5vegas.com/news/14053374/detail.html" target="_blank">KVVU.com</a><br /> </em></p>]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://www.survivorarchivesproject.com/survivor_journal/rss-comments-entry-1256275.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>Abuse Survivor's Series: Using Overreactions To Begin Healing Our Childhood Wounds</title><category>Coping Skills</category><category>Featured Survivors</category><dc:creator>Joanna M. Doane</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 18 Jun 2007 18:02:44 +0000</pubDate><link>http://www.survivorarchivesproject.com/survivor_journal/2007/6/18/abuse-survivors-series-using-overreactions-to-begin-healing-.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">101916:898357:1099288</guid><description><![CDATA[<p align="center" style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;&nbsp;   <br /></p><h2 align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span class="sizeGreater40"><u>Abuse Survivor's Series</u>:&nbsp; </span></h2><p align="center" style="text-align: center;"><em>&nbsp;<span class="sizeGreater20"><br />Using Overreactions to Begin Healing<br />Our Childhood Wounds</span></em><strong><font face="Verdana, sans-serif"><font size="4"><br /></font></font></strong></p>     <p align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><font face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><font size="2">By: Stephanie Gagos </font></font></p><p align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">&nbsp;</p> <strong><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </font></strong><p align="left" style="text-align: left;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><font face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><font size="2"><span class="full-image-float-left"><img alt="sgagos_biopic.JPG" src="http://www.survivorarchivesproject.com/storage/sgagos_biopic.JPG" /></span>As an abused child I frequently detached as a way of coping with what was happening to me and even though most of my memories were devoid of emotion, it did not mean I was not experiencing emotion. My mother&rsquo;s unpredictable violence forced me to suppress whatever internal turmoil I was feeling in order to survive.&nbsp; This pattern of suppression and detachment became natural reactions to crisis and anything that caused me any emotional pain throughout my adult life.</font></font> </font></p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">  </font><p align="left" style="text-align: left;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><font face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><font size="2">After years of habitual suppression, any emotions related to the physical and sexual abuse in my childhood were very difficult to access or control.&nbsp; They were either elusive, hiding when they were appropriate to express or screeching out when I least wanted them to.&nbsp; For example, at my father&rsquo;s funeral, I stood stoically over his grave and suppressed my emotions over the loss of the only real parent I&rsquo;d ever had.&nbsp; When faced with betrayal in my marriage, I carried on in life as if nothing happened; suppressing the deep hurt and heartbreak that threatened to consume me. In therapy when I described the abuse in my childhood there was not a tear shed in the telling.&nbsp; It was if an internal separation automatically occurred whenever anything in my life was too painful. I was conditioned to NOT feel. </font></font></font></p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">  </font><p align="left" style="text-align: left;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><font face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><font size="2">While I didn&rsquo;t seem to have access to these feelings, I often reacted quite strongly to what may seem minor or insignificant to others.&nbsp; Feelings of betrayal, distrust, an impending sense of doom, fear, anger and an overwhelming sadness were triggered by often benign situations.&nbsp; It was not uncommon for me to sob while watching a scene in a movie which seemed to have little or no effect on anyone else around me (I did this during a scene in The Other Sister when Diane Keaton&rsquo;s character watches her heartbroken daughter kick tennis balls in the rain and goes to her) or to become outraged over someone not saying thank you after holding a door open for them.&nbsp; Things like my stepdaughter not giving us her rent check on time; someone cutting me off in line, an ill perceived close call in the car could trigger a reaction that was often disproportionate to the situation.&nbsp; And while I kept my outrage rather private by never really publicly going off the handle, even in my private moments of venting to a loved one or quietly sobbing in a movie theater, I always felt slightly less sane and out of control as if my sanity was somehow slipping. </font></font> </font></p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">  </font><p align="left" style="text-align: left;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><font face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><font size="2">My husband and daughter endured years of these &ldquo;venting merry go rounds&rdquo; and met my rising vehemence with stares that implied I had morphed into an alien right before their very eyes.&nbsp; I, on the other hand, looked at everyone else as if <em>they</em> were the alien beings who just didn&rsquo;t understand how things should work around here.&nbsp; I figured anyone would get upset in any of these circumstances and yet there was a part of me that said, &ldquo;Hmmm, just not this upset, Stephanie&rdquo;. I must admit that no matter how perplexed they were at my intensity, I couldn&rsquo;t stop.&nbsp; In fact I didn&rsquo;t want to stop.&nbsp; I was experiencing what I couldn&rsquo;t experience as a child and in that moment it felt good to feel bad because for once it was my choice.&nbsp; The power in that was at first liberating.&nbsp; I could rant and rave, fume, yell and get myself all worked up in ways I was never allowed to as a child.&nbsp; Even a hint of anger was met with intimidation and violence while growing up.&nbsp; This was my time, my chance to exert some power and control over my life.&nbsp;&nbsp; </font></font></font></p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">  </font><p align="left" style="text-align: left;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><font face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><font size="2">The problem was that I often felt crappy, embarrassed and guilty afterward, especially when I would attribute qualities such as maliciousness to the offending party.&nbsp; Something as simple as one of my girls repeatedly not doing the dishes was often perceived by me as an act that was done purposely to me.&nbsp; Each slight or perceived disregard was like a dagger into an already existing wound, stirring up the fear and distrust that were already there.&nbsp; Understanding this connection between my past and present is what inspired me to use these times to heal. I already had access to the emotions I thought were buried and I didn&rsquo;t know it. They were there in my conflicts with loved ones, in my interactions with acquaintances or friends,&nbsp;even in my difficulties as a&nbsp;teacher.&nbsp;&nbsp;All there&nbsp;to show me what I needed to heal.</font></font> </font></p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">  </font><p align="left" style="text-align: left;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><font face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><font size="2">Once I became aware of what was going on, I started to pay more attention during these times of strong emotional reactions.&nbsp; I became more aware of myself even in the midst of anger, watching as if I was on the outside looking in.&nbsp; This brief dissociation was useful in giving me the step back I needed to really see myself in a state of heightened emotional intensity and then evaluate how much of it was &ldquo;justified&rdquo; and how much of it was coming from a wounded place. I discovered that most of my reactions were coming from this place and I started to dig deeper by taking the time out to ask and record answers to some key questions.&nbsp; </font></font></font></p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">  </font><p align="left" style="text-align: left;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><font face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><font size="2">What is really bothering me about this?&nbsp; </font></font> </font></p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">  </font><p align="left" style="text-align: left;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><font face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><font size="2">How does this make me feel right now? (Disregarded and insignificant were very common) </font></font></font></p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">  </font><p align="left" style="text-align: left;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><font face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><font size="2">How does this relate to my past?&nbsp; When did I feel like this as a child? What happened?&nbsp; What did I need as a child and did not receive?</font></font> </font></p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">  </font><p align="left" style="text-align: left;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><font face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><font size="2">What is different about today? How can I give myself what I needed then and what I still need today? </font></font> </font></p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">  </font><p align="left" style="text-align: left;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><font face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><font size="2">I did this either in midst of a strong emotional reaction or directly afterward when I was still upset so that I could catch the emotion and not run from it.&nbsp; Once you are no longer upset it is easy to get in your head, intellectualize, minimize or rationalize which moves you away from the emotion. Usually the answers to these questions would pour out on the page in the form of ramblings and eventually led me to a childhood memory in which I was made to feel the same way I was feeling now.&nbsp; I allowed the emotion to surface, to extend from that which I was already feeling.&nbsp; I allowed myself to feel it and grieve for whatever it was I deserved as a child and did not receive.&nbsp; Depending on where you are at in your healing process, this can either be just an extension of what you are already working on in therapy or it can be overwhelming if this is the first time you are dealing with these emotions. Either way you should have a support system in place to help you with whatever comes up.</font></font> </font></p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">  </font><p align="left" style="text-align: left;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><font face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><font size="2">Asking the last few questions allows me to reclaim my power and bring me into a new reality, one in which I am no longer a victim and can have control over the path of my life.&nbsp; By putting me back in driver&rsquo;s seat I can focus on giving myself the gifts of love, encouragement, validation and respect I was not given as a child.&nbsp; This I believe is a big part of the journey in this life, learning how to fill ourselves up on our own and letting the love we deserve in and knowing we can.&nbsp; Today I am getting more comfortable with feeling my emotions, knowing that there is wisdom in the heartache and an opportunity to know myself and understand where I&rsquo;ve been and where I am going.&nbsp; I am grateful&nbsp;that I&nbsp;no longer feel powerless when&nbsp;I am triggered and that I can use those times to&nbsp;heal my life.&nbsp; This allows me to&nbsp;grow beyond what my childhood told me was possible and grow into who I truly am.</font></font></font></p><p align="left" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp;</p><p align="left" style="text-align: left;"> </p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">&nbsp;</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><em> Copyright &copy; 2007,&nbsp; Stephanie Gagos</em></p><p align="left" style="text-align: left;">&nbsp;</p>]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://www.survivorarchivesproject.com/survivor_journal/rss-comments-entry-1099288.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>Self Esteem: A Necessary Component of Survival</title><category>Featured Survivors</category><category>Self Esteem</category><dc:creator>Joanna M. Doane</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 18 Jun 2007 17:45:18 +0000</pubDate><link>http://www.survivorarchivesproject.com/survivor_journal/2007/6/18/self-esteem-a-necessary-component-of-survival.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">101916:898357:1099267</guid><description><![CDATA[<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;   </p> <p align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><u><span class="sizeGreater60">Self Esteem</span></u><span class="sizeGreater40">: </span></p><p align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span class="sizeGreater20">A Necessary Component of Survival</span></p><p align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">&nbsp;</p>     <p align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><font face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><font size="2">By: Stephanie Gagos </font></font> </p>     <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />   </p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">    </font><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><font face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><font size="2"><span class="full-image-float-left"><img src="http://www.survivorarchivesproject.com/storage/sgagos_biopic.JPG?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1181757535750" alt="sgagos_biopic.JPG" /></span>From the moment we are born we learn to see ourselves through the eyes of our caregivers. If they look at us with unloving eyes, we will most likely grow to see ourselves as unlovable; if they see us as bad, rotten no good children, we will believe this is so. If their actions toward us are violations through - verbal, physical, emotional or sexual abuse - we will believe that we are at fault and deserving of such treatment. We will believe, at first, that there is something wrong with us -some flaw or damage on our part that makes them angry and provokes them to treat us in these ways. As children, we cannot comprehend that it could possibly be their fault, because we love them and depend on them for survival. We are also taught that adults know best and in our eyes they become omnipotent, leaving us with feelings of shame and inadequacy. </font></font> </font></p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">    </font><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />   </font></p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">    </font><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><font face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><font size="2">This distorted sense of self becomes all that we know. As we grow older we continue to reinforce these beliefs formed in childhood. We continue the abuse by abusing ourselves and/or allowing others to abuse us. Often, it does not matter if, intellectually, we understand that our abusers were wrong and that we were the victims; the damage is often so deep, the beliefs of unworthiness so engrained, that a massive effort is required to actively create and reinforce new beliefs. Aligning ourselves with people who love us and see us for who we really are will help, but without changing how we SEE and FEEL about ourselves, we will continue to feel empty and find that no matter what we have, something is always missing. </font></font> </font></p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">    </font><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />   </font></p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">    </font><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><font face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><font size="2">WE are what is missing. </font></font> </font></p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">    </font><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />   </font></p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">    </font><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><font face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><font size="2">What makes it so difficult, is that we have spent years brainwashed into believing that we are bad, unworthy, undeserving, and not good enough. As adults we spend even more years, living from that wounded place, actively affirming these false beliefs through negative self-talk and behaviors. We interpret everything around us as an affirmation of what we feel about ourselves, not realizing that the world is merely reflecting back to us how we FEEL and what we BELIEVE. It will be extremely difficult for us to have wonderful, loving, and amazing experiences if inside we feel rotten, damaged and inadequate. We have to BE what we want on the outside. For example if we want love, we have to feel love for ourselves or the match love we seek will never come. We may find someone who cares about us but it will never be enough, there will always be that empty pit that our partner will eventually get tired of trying to fill. We are the only ones who can do it. What a challenge when we&rsquo;ve never been filled up before and are not aware of what it even feels like! </font></font> </font></p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">    </font><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />   </font></p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">    </font><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><font face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><font size="2">This is part of what makes childhood abuse so devastating. It occurs during that time when our self esteem is supposed to be nurtured and encouraged. Instead, it never has a chance to even begin to develop. In a way, the early messages we receive from abuse are even worse than being brainwashed as an adult because we have no memory of who we were before. It feels as if we are starting from scratch, creating a sense of self that we were not aware existed before because we have no memory of the power of our inner being. </font></font> </font></p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">    </font><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />   </font></p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">    </font><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><font face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><font size="2">This true self still exists inside each of us even though our trauma has virtually buried its existence. It has many names from Inner Being to Higher Self. It is important that you not only believe in its existence, but become adept at distinguishing between the voice of your abused self vs. the voice of your true self. This part of you remained untainted by the abuse and knows your worth. It knows how precious and valuable you are. It is acutely aware of your strength and abilities and it does not need validation from the world. This part of us emerges at times but we need to peel back the layers of false belief, misconception, self hatred, ignorance and pain to become more fully aware of this self &ndash; to truly become him/her.</font></font></font></p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">  </font><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">&nbsp;</font></p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">    </font><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><font face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><font size="2">This transformation takes time and effort but worth it because on the other side we can reach our fullest potential. Here are some of the changes we will need to make in order to create a new pair of eyes, a new perspective and put an end to old and destructive ways of thinking and being. </font></font> </font></p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">    </font><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />   </font></p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">    </font><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><font face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><font size="2">Become aware of beliefs we have about ourselves. (I&rsquo;m no good, I&rsquo;m not good enough, I&rsquo;m not deserving, something is wrong with me etc.) </font></font> </font></p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">    </font><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />   </font></p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">    </font><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><font face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><font size="2">Create new beliefs and repeat them to ourselves, even if at first they fit us like a scratchy sweater or a too tight pair of jeans. Eventually they will fit and feel good. Ask yourself, what do I need to believe about myself to feel good? </font></font> </font></p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">    </font><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />   </font></p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">    </font><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><font face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><font size="2">End the familiar negative ways we berate ourselves daily. It will be like training ourselves for a marathon, getting our minds in tip-top shape, preparing ourselves for this marathon of life so that we can attract the success (happiness) we desire and deserve. We would never fill ourselves up with junk on the night before a big run, would we? And so it is with the marathon of life. </font></font> </font></p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">    </font><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />   </font></p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">    </font><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><font face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><font size="2">Ignore our discomfort at tooting our own horn, reveling in the beauty of our very existence. Practice saying something nice about yourself to people you love. Be aware that people may feel uncomfortable by it as well, since they are not used to it. Ignore their reaction. If this is too difficult, try writing compliments to yourself. </font></font> </font></p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">    </font><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />   </font></p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">    </font><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><font face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><font size="2">Act as if we do love ourselves so that eventually we will. What does a person who loves themselves look like? How do they behave? Walk? Dress? Speak? Act as if. </font></font> </font></p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">    </font><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />   </font></p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">    </font><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><font face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><font size="2">Push ourselves into situations and experiences that are frightening but good for us. I went up against my boss on principle, even though I was terrified. I grew in so many ways from standing up for myself. </font></font> </font></p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">    </font><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />   </font></p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">    </font><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><font face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><font size="2">Stop and look at all we have done in our lives, all the wonderful qualities that exist within us and begin to celebrate and strengthen them. List your accomplishments daily or weekly or by the first of the month. What are you good at? What are often complimented on? What do you see in others that you wish you had? Look for times you have possessed these qualities. Debbie Ford, author of Secret of the Shadow, says, that when we admire others we are &ldquo;giving our light away&rdquo; What you admire in others, you also possess. </font></font> </font></p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">    </font><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />   </font></p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">    </font><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><font face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><font size="2">Begin to understand the divine value and purpose we hold on this earth. A sense of purpose in the world is so important to your self esteem. Also it does not have to be one purpose. You are here for many reasons. You can discover your passions by paying attention to what brings you joy, what makes your face light up when you talk about it. Follow that. </font></font> </font></p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">    </font><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />   </font></p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">    </font><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><font face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><font size="2">Work through our childhood wounds. Therapy, support groups, writing, art, mind-body work. Whatever it takes. You may not like it, but your healing is part of why you are here. </font></font> </font></p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">    </font><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />   </font></p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">    </font><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><font face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><font size="2">Fill our heads with inspiring messages that speak to the truth of who we are. Spend time daily filling yourself up with positive messages from audios, inspirational radio shows (Hay House Radio on the internet) and read books that inspire you. </font></font> </font></p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">    </font><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />   </font></p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">    </font><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><font face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><font size="2">Avoid people who trigger you and cause you to revert back to negative self-talk. Surround yourself with people you feel good around. If you don&rsquo;t have any, start visualizing yourself surrounded by wonderful, loving, trustworthy people. Visualize them daily and how it would FEEL to have that. They will appear in time.</font></font></font></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">&nbsp;</p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">    </font><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><font face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><font size="2">Learn to laugh at yourself. We are all funny in our own way. Laugh at your idiosyncrasies, don&rsquo;t take everything to heart. </font></font> </font></p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">    </font><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />   </font></p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">    </font><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><font face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><font size="2">Practice appreciation for all that we have and all that we are in this moment so that we may attract more of it unto us. Appreciate your body and how well it works (focus on what works well), appreciate your strength, resilience, your empathy and compassion, appreciate all the good in your life (food to eat, your pet, clothes, your home, money for basic needs, friends, good influences in your life).</font></font></font></p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">  </font><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">&nbsp;</font></p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">    </font><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </font></p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">    </font><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><font face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><font size="2">Accept even the parts we don&rsquo;t like, our shadow parts, knowing that even they have served us well in some way. Stop resisting part you don&rsquo;t like about yourself. What you resist persists. The more critical you are of yourself, the more these unwanted qualities will come up. Remember you are not only human, but a human who has suffered trauma. Be gentle and forgiving. </font></font> </font></p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">    </font><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />   </font></p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">    </font><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><font face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><font size="2">Find a balance between accepting yourself as you are and striving to become your highest self. Without balance you will always feel inadequate, like you are reaching for the unattainable.</font></font></font></p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">  </font><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">&nbsp;</font></p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">    </font><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><font face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><font size="2">Forgive ourselves for the choices we&rsquo;ve made, for how crazy and out of control we feel at times, for the times we hurt others, for the deceptions we believed and for all that we hold on to as weapons against ourselves. Learn how to love the person you are today, flaws and all, as well as love who we are underneath our self destructive patterns. </font></font> </font></p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">    </font><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />   </font></p> <font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">    </font><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><font color="#000000" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><font face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><font size="2">In time, and with greater awareness, we can grow to love ourselves and find compassion for how we chose to respond even in our lowest of times. In time, treating ourselves badly or allowing others to hurt or disrespect us will feel wrong to us. It will feel so uncomfortable that we will know we can never go back. We will arrive at a point in which our self esteem cannot be swayed by outside factors. The way we look at ourselves in the mirror will change. The way we walk, the way we speak, the way we think, the way we interact with others and most of all the way we FEEL will change. We will understand how valuable and powerful we truly are and we will begin to use that knowledge to change our world.</font></font></font></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">&nbsp;</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">&nbsp;</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">&nbsp;</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"> Copyright &copy; 2007,&nbsp; Stephanie Gagos</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /> </p>   <p>&nbsp;</p>]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://www.survivorarchivesproject.com/survivor_journal/rss-comments-entry-1099267.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>Eshanya Walls Speaks Out</title><category>Child Abuse Awareness</category><category>Featured Survivors</category><dc:creator>Joanna M. Doane</dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 15 Apr 2007 01:00:12 +0000</pubDate><link>http://www.survivorarchivesproject.com/survivor_journal/2007/4/14/eshanya-walls-speaks-out.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">101916:898357:1009937</guid><description><![CDATA[<p>&nbsp;</p><h1><font face="Arial,Helvetica">Putting her life back together</font></h1> <font size="5"><strong>Local resident concerned about how up-to-date state's posting is.<br /></strong></font><br /> <strong>By PABLO ROS</strong><br /> <strong>Tribune Staff Writer</strong> <p><table cellspacing="5" cellpadding="6" bgcolor="#ffffcc" style="width: 240px; text-align: right;"> <tbody><tr><td> <img style="width: 240px; height: 294px; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 3px;" src="https://www2.southbendtribune.com/stories/2005/11/13/c_EshanyaWallsB.jpeg" alt="" /> <font size="2" face="Arial,Helvetica"> <strong>Eshanya Walls is concerned about the accuracy of the state sex and violent offenders registry. Her son was the victim of sexual abuse several years ago. </strong> <p align="right" style="text-align: right;"><font size="-1">Tribune Photo/JIM RIDER</font></p> </font> </td></tr> </tbody></table>  </p><p> </p><p>Ever since the man who molested her child was released from prison last year, Eshanya Walls has had concerns about the accuracy of the Indiana sex and violent offenders registry.<script><!--
 D(["mb","\u003c/p\>\n\u003cp\>The South Bend resident and mother of three said she searched for\nhis name in the registry three months after he was freed and didn&#39;t\nfind it.\u003c/p\>\n\u003cp\>The registry, maintained by the Indiana Sheriffs&#39; Association, is\naccessible online and contains files with the names, addresses and\nother personal information, charges and photos of convicted sex and\nviolent offenders in the state.\u003c/p\>\n\u003cp\>Walls, who then lived in Howard County, knew the man&#39;s whereabouts. He was the son of a baby-sitter she once hired.\u003c/p\>\n\u003cp\>But the missing file raised an important question.\u003c/p\>\n\u003cp\>&quot;If his name is not on there,&quot; she asked, &quot;how many are missing?&quot;\u003c/p\>\n\u003cp\>Two months later, Walls again did not find his name in the state\nregistry. She said other names she found in county registries also were\nmissing from the state registry.\u003c/p\>\n\u003cp\>So she called the Indiana Sheriffs&#39; Association for some answers.\u003c/p\>\n\u003cp\>Mike Eslinger, the ISA&#39;s executive director, explained in a phone\ninterview recently that the state registry is regularly updated with\nfiles from Indiana sheriffs and said inaccuracies in the registry may\nresult from &quot;a computer glitch somewhere along the line.&quot;\u003c/p\>\n\u003cp\>He added he did not know of any such inaccuracies.\u003c/p\>\n\u003cp\>Eslinger said a new state registry approved last month will be\ncompiled differently. Rather than have sheriffs send the files, he\nexplained, the new registry will be updated directly on the Web.\u003c/p\>\n\u003cp\>The new Indiana sex and violent offenders registry will be launched in January, he said.\u003c/p\>\n\u003cp\>Walls said she thinks the new registry is a step in the right direction, although more needs to be done.\u003c/p\>\n\u003cp\>&quot;I think it&#39;s an excellent idea, but I don&#39;t think it&#39;ll bring the stats down,&quot; she said.\u003c/p\>\n\u003cp\>Based on data from the Bureau of Justice Statistics of the U.S.\nDepartment of Justice, Rape, Abuse &amp; Incest National Network, a\nnonprofit organization, estimates that every two-and-a-half minutes,\nsomewhere in the United States, someone is sexually assaulted.",1] );  
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</script></p> <p>The South Bend resident and mother of three said she searched for his name in the registry three months after he was freed and didn't find it.</p> <p>The registry, maintained by the Indiana Sheriffs' Association, is accessible online and contains files with the names, addresses and other personal information, charges and photos of convicted sex and violent offenders in the state.</p> <p>Walls, who then lived in Howard County, knew the man's whereabouts. He was the son of a baby-sitter she once hired.</p> <p>But the missing file raised an important question.</p> <p>&quot;If his name is not on there,&quot; she asked, &quot;how many are missing?&quot;</p> <p>Two months later, Walls again did not find his name in the state registry. She said other names she found in county registries also were missing from the state registry.</p> <p>So she called the Indiana Sheriffs' Association for some answers.</p> <p>Mike Eslinger, the ISA's executive director, explained in a phone interview recently that the state registry is regularly updated with files from Indiana sheriffs and said inaccuracies in the registry may result from &quot;a computer glitch somewhere along the line.&quot;</p> <p>He added he did not know of any such inaccuracies.</p> <p>Eslinger said a new state registry approved last month will be compiled differently. Rather than have sheriffs send the files, he explained, the new registry will be updated directly on the Web.</p> <p>The new Indiana sex and violent offenders registry will be launched in January, he said.</p> <p>Walls said she thinks the new registry is a step in the right direction, although more needs to be done.</p> <p>&quot;I think it's an excellent idea, but I don't think it'll bring the stats down,&quot; she said.</p> <p>Based on data from the Bureau of Justice Statistics of the U.S. Department of Justice, Rape, Abuse &amp; Incest National Network, a nonprofit organization, estimates that every two-and-a-half minutes, somewhere in the United States, someone is sexually assaulted.<script><!--
 D(["mb","\u003c/p\>\n\u003cp\>Walls&#39; son, whose identity she asked not be released because of the\nsensitive nature of the subject, was sexually molested when he was 6.\u003c/p\>\n\u003cp\>&quot;He was scared to tell me for four years,&quot; she said.\u003c/p\>\n\u003cp\>When he told his mother two years ago, at age 11, she was overwhelmed.\u003c/p\>\n\u003cp\>&quot;It set me over the limit,&quot; said Walls, who was already suffering from depression. &quot;I got really sick from it.&quot;\u003c/p\>\n\u003cp\>His molester was the teenage son of a woman Walls had paid to watch over her children.\u003c/p\>\n\u003cp\>Walls said her son now suffers from post-traumatic stress disorder,\na consequence of his abuse, she was told by a psychologist. The\nseventh-grader sees a school counselor every day and meets for group\ncounseling two hours a week.\u003c/p\>\n\u003cp\>&quot;It&#39;s unbelievable,&quot; Walls said of the harm &quot;just that one person&quot; caused to her family.\u003c/p\>\n\u003cp\>Walls said an accurate state registry is a necessary tool.\u003c/p\>\n\u003cp\>Eslinger said the new registry will help keep the public better informed of the whereabouts of sex offenders.\u003c/p\>\n\u003cp\>&quot;There&#39;ll be a mapping part of it,&quot; he explained, &quot;where you can\nclick on the area where you live.&quot; A map of your neighborhood will show\nwhere sex and violent offenders live.\u003c/p\>\n\u003cp\>Also, offenders will be required to register before they leave prison, Eslinger said, rather than seven days later.\u003c/p\>\n\u003cp\>But Walls said more drastic measures are required. She is trying to\nform a nonprofit organization to raise money for Global Positioning\nSystem tracking devices, which she hopes sex offenders will someday be\nrequired to wear.\u003c/p\>\n\u003cp\>The GPS system is a satellite navigating system that uses\nminiaturized receivers to find the position of an object. Today they\nare used in cars, boats and planes, among other things.\u003c/p\>\n\u003cp\>Walls also said she is trying to form a support group for families who are in a similar situation.\u003c/p\>\n\u003cp\>&quot;I want to take a negative thing that happened and turn it into a positive thing so I can reach out to other parents,&quot; she said.",1] );  
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</script></p> <p>Walls' son, whose identity she asked not be released because of the sensitive nature of the subject, was sexually molested when he was 6.</p> <p>&quot;He was scared to tell me for four years,&quot; she said.</p> <p>When he told his mother two years ago, at age 11, she was overwhelmed.</p> <p>&quot;It set me over the limit,&quot; said Walls, who was already suffering from depression. &quot;I got really sick from it.&quot;</p> <p>His molester was the teenage son of a woman Walls had paid to watch over her children.</p> <p>Walls said her son now suffers from post-traumatic stress disorder, a consequence of his abuse, she was told by a psychologist. The seventh-grader sees a school counselor every day and meets for group counseling two hours a week.</p> <p>&quot;It's unbelievable,&quot; Walls said of the harm &quot;just that one person&quot; caused to her family.</p> <p>Walls said an accurate state registry is a necessary tool.</p> <p>Eslinger said the new registry will help keep the public better informed of the whereabouts of sex offenders.</p> <p>&quot;There'll be a mapping part of it,&quot; he explained, &quot;where you can click on the area where you live.&quot; A map of your neighborhood will show where sex and violent offenders live.</p> <p>Also, offenders will be required to register before they leave prison, Eslinger said, rather than seven days later.</p> <p>But Walls said more drastic measures are required. She is trying to form a nonprofit organization to raise money for Global Positioning System tracking devices, which she hopes sex offenders will someday be required to wear.</p> <p>The GPS system is a satellite navigating system that uses miniaturized receivers to find the position of an object. Today they are used in cars, boats and planes, among other things.</p> <p>Walls also said she is trying to form a support group for families who are in a similar situation.</p> <p>&quot;I want to take a negative thing that happened and turn it into a positive thing so I can reach out to other parents,&quot; she said.<script><!--
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Doane</dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 03 Apr 2007 02:46:01 +0000</pubDate><link>http://www.survivorarchivesproject.com/survivor_journal/2007/4/2/poem-forgiving-the-winter.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">101916:898357:992421</guid><description><![CDATA[<div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><strong>  Forgiving the Winter</strong><strong></strong><br />  </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><em>by Joanna M. Doane</em></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><em>Written Spring of 2003</em><br />      </div><div><br />  Inside the miracle -<br />  The muscle of thought and emotion<br />  <span id="" class="correction">there's</span> a slightly transparent veil<br />  that <span id="" class="correction">separates</span> me from my shadows.<br />  Within the reflection of a mirror<br />  I've smashed time and time again<br />  my <span id="" class="correction">shadows</span> struggles lay forsaken<br />  until the veils pushed open through their wind.<br />  And the years crawl forward, inching towards me<br />  from behind the safety of the veil.<br />  They bring with them the torment of my shadows<br />  and all the secrets that they tell<br />  <br />  It never seemed meant to be -<br />  that shedding my skin could be so painful.<br />  It only left me naked, with nothing underneath,<br />  In a winter that lasted 7 years.<br />  <br />  1989, <span id="" class="correction">she's</span> hiding under the bathroom sink.<br />  In the back of the house, uncomfortably <span id="" class="correction">scrunched</span>, <br />  between the pipes and the corner,<br />  <span id="" class="correction">She's</span> counting the seconds and bargaining with God.<br />  <br />  Gods in this room,<br />  surrounding me,<br />  but I can still feel the slightest draft.<br />  I need the chill there to remind me<br />  that the floor beneath me can still collapse.<br />  The warmth could break all around me,<br />  and I could wake up in the snow.<br />  <br />  Gods in the room all around me,<br />  but still my trepidation grows.<br />  Because God was there for the viewing<br />  God was there when she died<br />  and he gave one hell of a eulogy.<br />  What was left of me stood in the background and cried<br />  for the summer that slipped <span id="" class="correction">further</span> from me<br />  with each wind that blew passed with an arctic sort of cold.<br />  Until I found myself in a blizzard that mocked the fragility<br />  of the season through which I ever felt whole.<br />  <br />  Through the darkness, a bathroom door opens -<br />  Cold hand hitting the light switch.<br />  And I close my eyes and image<br />  melting into the towels beneath my feet.<br />  <br />  The cabinet door opens and I realize<br />  I didn't melt as I'd imagined at all.<br />  <span id="" class="correction">There's</span> no more reason to hold my breath any longer.<br />  All bargains have been apparently called off.<br />  But, while <span id="" class="correction">there's</span> still time, I toss her back<br />  because safety exists only in this way.<br />  Where staying in her boundaries means<br />  keeping this desperation at bay.<br />  <br />  I gave myself away to <span id="" class="correction">winter's</span> birth<br />  with each contraction, piece by piece.<br />  I thought if I bargained I might keep winter from coming.<br />  Now <span id="" class="correction">there's</span> so little left of me.<br />  <br />  And the dreary hallways of <span id="" class="correction">unkept</span> rooms<br />  are haunted by my fears.<br />  <span id="" class="correction">There's</span> an existence I sustained behind closed doors<br />  that only warps into different years.<br />  And, from behind the frigid, silken clothe<br />  they dance, and <span id="" class="correction">cower</span>, and rage.<br />  The only relief I seem to find<br />  is when I whisper their names on page.<br />  But Gods in my room with me again<br />  where its warm for the first time in 7 years.<br />  But I can still feel the slightest draft.<br />  Winters still whispering in my ear.<br />  <br />  In a frigid language she keeps trying to convey<br />  That nothing could over power<br />  the need for her in my world.<br />  So that I might learn this art of survival<br />  but she never made it to the funeral<br />  where I misplaced all my past fun times,<br />  where I can't remember exactly<br />  all the things I once loved.<br />  I dropped so many pieces of myself along the way.<br />  Sometimes it seems too broken to make sense of.<br />  <br />  The putrid scent of this betrayal<br />  stole all the warmth that remained in my breath.<br />  How can a child's eyes reflect this grave?<br />  How can this conclusion be all that is left?<br />  <br />  Am I still the little girl that survives the winter<br />  by burying myself in the snow?<br />  Am I still in the trench, under the bathroom sink?<br />  Hiding in imagination so that I might cope <br />  with these <span id="" class="correction">ritualistic</span> acts...mechanical...<br />  that smell of alcohol and broken promises of love.<br />  Forced to breath while under water...<br />  Tarred feathers that once belonged<br />  to the body of a dove.<br />  <br />  The dull movements never expressed a human emotion.<br />  The shadows never contained a human soul.<br />  Frozen...slowly thawed..<span id="" class="correction">re-frozen</span>,<br />  and <span id="" class="correction">transformed</span> through different roles.<br />  <br />  - Joanna M. <span id="" class="correction">Doane</span><br />  &copy; 2007</div>    <div>&nbsp;http://llfallenstarll.deviantart.com/</div>]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://www.survivorarchivesproject.com/survivor_journal/rss-comments-entry-992421.xml</wfw:commentRss></item></channel></rss>