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Better News... Surviving with Clarity
« on: June 17, 2008, 10:04:29 PM »

I think that I've exhausted the bad news... and if not, then I shoulda, by now... so moving right along...


Surviving the .... (you fill in the blank) 

 http://www.lovefraud.com/blog/2008/06/05/its-not-weakness-but-lack-of-clarity-that-exposes-us-to-an-exploiter/

It’s not weakness, but lack of clarity, that exposes us to an exploiter
by Steve Becker, LCSW

You really need to admire yourself for surviving an exploitative relationship. I say this very seriously, not flippantly. We all, of course, hope to minimize our involvement with exploitative individuals. But in the course of life, as we know, that’s not always possible. It is vital, therefore, if you’ve been victimized by and/or are recovering from involvement with an exploiter, to fully, genuinely appreciate (and remind yourself constantly) that you are indeed strong, impressively strong, because only the strong survive exploitation.

Many clients with whom I work (really, most people, I think) tend to see personal strength and insecurity; personal strength and low self-esteem, as incompatible. They balk at the idea that you can be a very strong person and insecure at the same time; that you can be a very strong person even with low self-esteem. For instance, when someone violates you (especially chronically) and you don’t defend yourself properly, the tendency is to attribute your failure at self-protection to “personal weakness.” The thought is something like, “If I was a strong person, I wouldn’t have let that abuse occur. I’d have asserted myself, defended myself, drawn the line.”

But it’s not personal weakness that explains the failure to protect your boundaries; it’s more often a lack of clarity, in knowing precisely what your boundaries are, and precisely what constitutes an unacceptable violation of them. Victims of sustained exploitation/abuse aren’t personally weak, quite the contrary. My experience has affirmed again and again how remarkably strong and resourceful most of them are. What they lack, however, often is a clear, secure sense of their boundaries; this insecurity of boundaries leaves them vulnerable to compromising themselves. After all, you can’t assert and/or protect your boundaries unless and until you’ve established them very clearly and securely (in your mind).

This explains what for many can seem so confusing and dichotomous: how a victim of sustained exploitation/abuse can, on the one hand, lobby so effectively for others’ interests, while, with respect to her/his own, appear stuck in circumstances he or she would counsel anyone else to reject and escape.
But I restate: You can’t protect your interests if they aren’t, in the first place, clearly defined. And you can’t defend your boundaries if, on any level, you’re uncertain, or ambivalent about, what they are. This disadvantaged position helps explain how an otherwise strong, resourceful adult can find her/himself tolerating and enduring the meanness and nonsense of a defective partner.

When my clients who have been in exploitative relationships discover confidently their boundaries, they often feel sad, on one hand, not to have done so sooner; but thrilled on the other to find themselves, as if miraculously, just as skilled at protecting their own interests as they’ve always been at protecting others’.
It’s a kind of bittersweet discovery. The bitter part, if grieved properly, is usually short-lived; the sweet aspect is long-lasting.

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« Reply #1 on: June 17, 2008, 10:37:32 PM »
Carolyn.....

you have been posting straight to my heart for a bit now.

Thank you for this post.

It really helps me.... and I think you know that.

Thank you.

Light

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« Reply #2 on: June 17, 2008, 10:43:17 PM »
yw Lighter... I was thinking of you... and Lise and Deb, too... and even me, cuz it's time.

Love,
Carolyn

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Re: Better News... Surviving with Clarity
« Reply #3 on: June 17, 2008, 10:46:02 PM »
I wish I had access to a printer now.... I'd print this and read it alll the time.

Until I could feel it in my chest. ::nod::

Lighter

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Re: Better News... Surviving with Clarity
« Reply #4 on: June 18, 2008, 08:35:24 AM »
Dear Lighter,

Here's a bit from the keyboard of someone who's now 5 years out from the grip of a sociopath.
Thought it might encourage  you and offer another perspective.
I'm going on 5 years away from my ex... and almost 4 years remarried to a "normal" man.
(Not sure I'll ever be able to write normal without the quotes... lol)
Everyone's different, of course. My alcohol use complicated my situation, as did my past history of codependent relationships and a voiceless childhood.
Can't say I'm roaring yet, but the mouse who was has morphed.

You'll get there.
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It has been five years since the sociopath was arrested and I was set free. Five years of growth, of change, of healing.

Five years of pain and sorrow leading the way to laughter and joy, abundance and gratitude.

Five years after the ending of that debacle, I am grateful that I no longer have to think about him, or worry about him, or do things because of him, or even for him.

Five years of growing into doing for me. Living for me. Turning up for me without fear.

What a difference time makes.

As I look back to those days when my life was narrowly defined by what he wanted, he said, he needed, he dictated, I am in awe of how far I’ve come, by how much has changed.

I am in awe.

Of who I have become, who I am, how I’ve changed.

In these five years I have found my voice and claimed my right to use it proudly. Sure, I had a voice before the sociopath rode in. And, I had a voice while with him. Even before him however, I never truly knew how to use my voice. I never truly knew the unique qualities of my voice.

When I met him, he told me how sweet my voice sounded. I believed him and asked him to tell me more. And he did. Beautiful, round, plump words of affirmation that seduced me with the sound of his voice echoing my words. And then, time moved on and his words became bitter and harsh. The sound of my voice irritated him and frightened me. I grew silent. Afraid. Lost. In my silence, I lost my ability to speak up, to voice my feelings, my thoughts, my ideas. I lost my ability to recognize my very own unique voice.

Five years since the moment of his arrest, I have found my voice again.

Hear me roar.

My voice is no longer a dulcet tone sweetly singing a serenade befitting his promises of love everlasting. Of gentle words calling out for his love undying, his love forever more. My voice is no longer a plaintive ode running away from the truth of his deceit and my betrayal ringing loud and clear through every note.

Today, my voice is a mighty roar. It is power. It is strength. It is courage. It is my truth spoken in love because I have the courage to stand up for me and speak without fear of ever being judged unlovable, unwanted, unworthy.

I am worthy.

Today, my voice is a song of freedom. Pure. Clear. Powerful. My voice carries. It carries me through tough times, hard times, over rocky ground and inclement weather.

My voice is strong. My voice is the sound of me standing up for what I believe in, what I desire, what I deserve. My voice is speaking up for me and speaking out against that which I cannot stand up for without fearing ridicule or dissension. With my voice I know, disagreement does not equal rejection. With my truth spoken clearly, I no longer reject my voice or allow it to be turned off by someone else’s assertions that they hold the only truth I need to hear.

My voice is fearless. My voice is caring. My voice is loving. My voice is unique.

Long ago I lost my voice beneath the sadness of loving a man whom I did not deserve. Long ago, I buried my voice beneath the sorrow of loving a man who was untrue.

No more.

Today, I claim my right to speak up. To be heard. To be counted on and counted in. Today, I let go of searching for meaning in someone else’s words because I know my own truth. When I speak for who I am and what I believe in, I am free to live in love with all of me. Fearlessly. Effortlessly. With grace and ease.

Once upon a time, I lost my voice. Today, I speak up, passionately, courageously, fearlessly. In having moved away from those days of loathing the sound of my own voice, I know what was can never be because what was with him was only fantasy.

Today, I step fearlessly into the truth. My voice is unique. Hear me roar.

And in my voice, I invite you to claim your truth as well. Your voice is unique. Let it roar

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« Reply #5 on: June 18, 2008, 11:58:17 AM »
Dear Lighter,

Here's a bit from the keyboard of someone who's now 5 years out from the grip of a sociopath.
Thought it might encourage you and offer another perspective.
I'm going on 5 years away from my ex... and almost 4 years remarried to a "normal" man.
(Not sure I'll ever be able to write normal without the quotes... lol)
Everyone's different, of course. My alcohol use complicated my situation, as did my past history of codependent relationships and a voiceless childhood.
Can't say I'm roaring yet, but the mouse who was has morphed.

You'll get there.
***********************************

It has been five years since the sociopath was arrested and I was set free. Five years of growth, of change, of healing.

Five years of pain and sorrow leading the way to laughter and joy, abundance and gratitude.

Five years after the ending of that debacle, I am grateful that I no longer have to think about him, or worry about him, or do things because of him, or even for him.

Five years of growing into doing for me. Living for me. Turning up for me without fear.

What a difference time makes.

As I look back to those days when my life was narrowly defined by what he wanted, he said, he needed, he dictated, I am in awe of how far I've come, by how much has changed.

I am in awe.

Of who I have become, who I am, how I've changed.

In these five years I have found my voice and claimed my right to use it proudly. Sure, I had a voice before the sociopath rode in. And, I had a voice while with him. Even before him however, I never truly knew how to use my voice. I never truly knew the unique qualities of my voice.

When I met him, he told me how sweet my voice sounded. I believed him and asked him to tell me more. And he did. Beautiful, round, plump words of affirmation that seduced me with the sound of his voice echoing my words. And then, time moved on and his words became bitter and harsh. The sound of my voice irritated him and frightened me. I grew silent. Afraid. Lost. In my silence, I lost my ability to speak up, to voice my feelings, my thoughts, my ideas. I lost my ability to recognize my very own unique voice.

Five years since the moment of his arrest, I have found my voice again.

Hear me roar.

My voice is no longer a dulcet tone sweetly singing a serenade befitting his promises of love everlasting. Of gentle words calling out for his love undying, his love forever more. My voice is no longer a plaintive ode running away from the truth of his deceit and my betrayal ringing loud and clear through every note.

Today, my voice is a mighty roar. It is power. It is strength. It is courage. It is my truth spoken in love because I have the courage to stand up for me and speak without fear of ever being judged unlovable, unwanted, unworthy.

I am worthy.

Today, my voice is a song of freedom. Pure. Clear. Powerful. My voice carries. It carries me through tough times, hard times, over rocky ground and inclement weather.

My voice is strong. My voice is the sound of me standing up for what I believe in, what I desire, what I deserve. My voice is speaking up for me and speaking out against that which I cannot stand up for without fearing ridicule or dissension. With my voice I know, disagreement does not equal rejection. With my truth spoken clearly, I no longer reject my voice or allow it to be turned off by someone else’s assertions that they hold the only truth I need to hear.

My voice is fearless. My voice is caring. My voice is loving. My voice is unique.

Long ago I lost my voice beneath the sadness of loving a man whom I did not deserve. Long ago, I buried my voice beneath the sorrow of loving a man who was untrue.

No more.

Today, I claim my right to speak up. To be heard. To be counted on and counted in. Today, I let go of searching for meaning in someone else’s words because I know my own truth. When I speak for who I am and what I believe in, I am free to live in love with all of me. Fearlessly. Effortlessly. With grace and ease.

Once upon a time, I lost my voice. Today, I speak up, passionately, courageously, fearlessly. In having moved away from those days of loathing the sound of my own voice, I know what was can never be because what was with him was only fantasy.

Today, I step fearlessly into the truth. My voice is unique. Hear me roar.

And in my voice, I invite you to claim your truth as well. Your voice is unique. Let it roar



Dear Carolyn,

I know this last post was addressed to Lighter but I just have to say that I enjoyed reading your growth. For me you have the strength and roar of a lion, but you also have the gentleness of dove -- that is a rare and beautiful combination.

What I heard when I read this was that you have come through the fire and desert of life, and that it was in the fire and desert that you were able to learn to love yourself and respect yourself.

Also, that you learned that your voice was wonderful and OK without having to have anyone affirm you or your authentic self. You learned to nurture yourself because a sociopath raped your heart and sometimes all we can do is put ourselves in extended triage and be gentle to us when others are being harsh...little does the sociopath know that you unlearned many negatives because of all of his negatives...hope that makes sense?

Thank you for risking to share your heart with us.

Happy Wed!

Lise

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« Reply #6 on: June 18, 2008, 01:17:48 PM »
Dear Carolyn,

Your post brings certain hope!

((((Thankyou for sharing all that)))),

Sela


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« Reply #7 on: June 18, 2008, 06:10:14 PM »
(((((((((((Lise))))))))))) Thank you.  I don't know what to say.
I hope you know how special you are to me and what a difference knowing you has made in my life.
You've inspired me... alot.

Happy Wednesday to you, too... and I just pray the very best days lie ahead, for you, always.
Bunches of love.
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And Sela... well, we have come a long way, eh?

Thank God!!

I'm so glad that you and I both survived the olden days and came together in smiles.

Big hugs to you!

Carolyn

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« Reply #8 on: June 18, 2008, 08:33:10 PM »
(((((((((Certain Hope))))))))))))

xxxxxooooo

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« Reply #9 on: June 19, 2008, 12:16:05 PM »
((((((((((((Hops))))))))))))   seeing with clarity and the practice of common sense are just about the best lessons of all that I've learned... and I'm pretty sure I got most of that from you.

Standing in healing, and looking forward with clarity is where I choose to be... and nobody can touch that  :D

Love and oxoooxoxo,
Carolyn

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« Reply #10 on: June 19, 2008, 12:35:28 PM »
Hiya Carolyn,

I'm not sure I see anything with much clarity but I'm sure glad for you!  I sometimes feel like the more I see, the less I see (I know, that's a contradiction.........but it's what it seems like to me).

It's like.the more I learn... the less I know.

I wish it worked.......

The more cheesecake and choclate I eat...the less I weigh!  (then I'd be getting somewhere!!!)  :D :D :D

Anyhow, Good for you Carolyn!  and I'm also very glad that we tried again and succeeded in working out the conflict between us.  I feel blessed to have a chance to know you here in cyberland and honoured by the kind words you so often send to me (along with  every hug).

Sela

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« Reply #11 on: June 19, 2008, 09:09:42 PM »
(((((((Sela))))))) thanks!  Yes, I'm seeing myself with greater clarity... learning my weaknesses and - SO very important - my limits.

See, I didn't used to think it was okay to have limits... to say, "When!".

Used to think that I had to explain myself to everyone else's satisfaction and explain to the max the couple of feeble boundaries I dared to set.
And I thought that I had to just accept whatever someone dished out, regardless of how it devastated me, because that was what it meant to be loving.

Now I can see that common sense offers solutions to alot of the stuff that used to torment me.
Simple stuff, you know?
Like - - - If beating your head on the wall gives you a headache - stop doing that.
If someone repeatedly lies to you - - - don't expect to get the truth from her the next time.
And if I consistently feel bad after spending time with a person, I need to stop exposing myself to that person!

So, yeah... it's not rocket science I'm talking about. Just clear vision and the wisdom to apply the simple basic facts of life; awareness and mindful choices.
Good stuff!

Hugs,
Carolyn



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« Reply #12 on: June 20, 2008, 02:09:12 AM »

Carolyn,

I have goose bumps!

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For me you have the strength and roar of a lion, but you also have the gentleness of dove -- that is a rare and beautiful combination.

Lise expressed it beautifuly.

((your so special)) seasons





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« Reply #13 on: June 20, 2008, 11:06:20 AM »
((((((Seasons)))))) backatcha.

I've read your posts about your siblings and wanted to scream... "You DON'T belong to them!!!!"

but didn't think that'd be too helpful.

Since I have very limited contact with my parents and zero with my only brother, it's easy for me to talk, you know?
I just wish you so much more than what those people have to offer.
And thank God for your husband.

Love,
Carolyn

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« Reply #14 on: June 20, 2008, 12:18:18 PM »
Oh Carolyn,

I don't see any of that as simple stuff.  I see it as complex (due to the twisted stuff that seemed normal and the great persistent struggle to emerge from such chaos).  Truly a wonderful accomplishment!!  Wonderful for you, Carolyn!!

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Like - - - If beating your head on the wall gives you a headache - stop doing that.

It does sound so simple though eh?  But if all one knows is to beat one's head then the beating can go on for a long, long time before one realizes how to stop or even that it's time to stop.

I know I've sure done it (and am still doing it, in certain senses).
The only way for me to quit is to give up hope, which I just don't want to do. 

It's like......a person who wants their N parent to love and be kind to them and who keeps trying to please and impress, over and over, hoping that one day....some day.....that love and kindness will come.  But it won't ever come because the N parent is incapable of loving and being kind and so the only way to escape is to give up the hope of that love and kindness coming.

I still want the love and kindness but I know, in my heart, it can't come.  (I know I'm not being specific here, on purpose, 'cause I have a hard time even saying this much about my own situation).

But that's why I say....you give certain hope because you are proof it is possible to stop banging one's head against a wall.

I know I just have to stop and I see it can be done.  I guess it's the how I haven't got down pat yet.

Sela