Emotional Trauma & "Surviving
Abuse"
“A person who experienced any six or more of the categories” of childhood trauma, Dr Felitti tells me, “was 4600 percent more likely to become an IV [injecting] drug user later in life than a person who experienced none of them.” He adds: “I remember the epidemologists at the CDC told me those were numbers a magnitude of which they see once in a career. You read the latest cancer scare of the week in the newspaper and something causes an increase of 30 percent in breast or prostate cancer and everybody goes nuts – and here, we’re talking 4600 percent.”
It wasn’t until I read this
article - attached to the end of this short read - that so many situations became clarified in
my mind. This reading also triggered me like a sandbag hitting my head because
in poured those memories of where I had been intolerant of myself, but more so
of my own TribesPeople including fam and friends – the whole entire group of us
who have suffered at the hands of an abuser. I’m writing this not only to
apologize but to also share the article because of it’s implications to us all.
Many of us became TribesPeople
because of how we had been raised by dastardly parents; by trauma which
happened to us as children; and those same parents who in their colonized and
ugly and unknowing ignorance shoved down their children’s throats the white
man's rules of behavior and all it’s subliminal hatred of anything that’s
melanated.
Ha! My own life was a mess of
trying to be ‘African&Proud’, and anything I did well was praised with
smiles and jubilation with words like ‘uhana
muthuungu’ [I act ‘white’] and all I did wrong was scoffed off as, “lord
have mercy, how disgustingly ‘African’
can you get?” and ehh! often these judges of character would use the word, ‘meero’ which in itself was a
dirty word, so dirty you’d immediately take off in a fast Kenyan sprint to shed
off traces of it - how our athletes run!! They don't run like Meero's no! He's international! Meero
was worse than being called Nigga – infact, being called a
Nigga was to strut in pride [imagine that sad state of affairs]. In my
childhood I could not comprehend this because I loved my colour, I did. I was
inherently PROUD of it [and thought Grace Jones was the most magnificent woman
ever] but over and over again being African meant being little more than
nothing – even Elephants and Lions and Ethopians had more magnificence than the African person. Now – add that nasty mix to many answers found in
the article link below, and basically I was one #Woke but utterly #repressed
individual – and sadly, I was #Woke at a generation where many were sheeple.
Later on I strode out in magnificence
of “ME” and gave ALL my children names that had not an iota of ‘English’ in
them. Let me tell you about that – this was in the early 1990’s – and I put my
foot down. I wasn’t going to call anything grown out from my proud African womb a ‘mzungu’
name. Banish the thought!! HOW? It’s a part of me, I can’t label it something that’s not
ME..
Little did I know about The HEADACHES,
The QUESTIONS and the sheer weight of NASTINESS of that single decision.
Any institution. eg :the hospital:
Nurse or Admin: ’so, what’s your
child’s name?’
Me.: Holding my gorgeous beautiful fat baby
in my arms “Noni”
>>> long stare at me like
I’m thick headed – then:
“……..what’s
her ENGLISH name?”
Me: “She doesn’t have an English
name, she’s African”
Nurse: >>>>
>>> long stare at me like I’m thick headed – then:
“You
must be black American…” [warms up a lot – suddenly I feel heat like she’s on
fire and her smile is dazzling bright. I blink] So that’s her first name? She's sooo beautiful....
Me: Yes. Noni [I bask in the heat..]
Warm Nurse: Ok [Scribbles and
speaks at the same time…..] Muthoni who?
Me: No. Not “Muthoni”…… en ohhh
ennn eye. NONI (I spell the letters out slowly and kiss my baby on the
forehead)
Nurse getting re-annoyed: Noni
who?
I give a name which begins with an
O. It’s AFRICAN. It’s not Mzungu or ‘Black American’.
Nurse looks up from writing:
“What?”
I repeat..
Ice enters the room. She becomes
the Snow Queen….
………………………………..
I had defied the norm with a
capital T and N, and that wasn’t on. I
was attacked on every single level for that simple decision. You know, Life is
tough in a Sheeple dominated world:
It became worse when Noni had to go to school – they’d ask for a ‘baptism
certificate’ to prove that she’s ‘baptized’ – wtf?? And without this proof of baptism, a child could not go to
school - she had been – that’s another story of fighting over a name – and a ‘condition’ of ‘indoctrination’
but the point is, calling a child an
“African name” got me into a few million problems – there was even the pastor
who told me my child won’t go to heaven. …
I went through FUNK…
… and I’m sure you have too.
But… Pause.
because,
… I’m going to switch the tables
here real quick and say that those of us who have been raised by sheeple in a sheeple dominated world have a life view which is stamped as
‘diseased’ by the sheeples. They give
us psycho titles that we willingly accept and grab [we’d do anything to feel
normal – whatever that is] and in feeble attempts to morph into their world,
because yes, this world didn’t belong to us – the mental, the tribes-people,
the mad, the insane, the bi-polar, the depressive, the un-natural, the
eccentric – the one’s who don’t do things according to the book but instead
dance to their own tune. ‘Ametupa mbao!’
is the explanation for going mad with grief… for mad we become because we
grieve;- if you have been traumatized from by any type of abuse –
you grieve the loss of
your
joy
innocence
trust..
and you cry internally because
where ever you are you’re holding back, you’re automatically suspicious, you ‘see
things’ where you didn’t before because now
you know… you know the behavior patterns of abusers… and you run….
….you lock down emotionally - internally - but the pain is still in
there, unaccepted by everyone including you. Then the flashbacks happen.
I hate them; that sick moment
where I’m frozen in terror, the stomach rising, heart thumping like it’s going
to lurch itself right out of my chest like an alien horror movie, the
dizziness, the shaking knees, the sweaty hands and sweatier forehead? And I’m
supposed to say it’s OKAY? No wonder the fear and the drugs and the ah ah ah alcohol behavior – this
is expected and NORMAL. But what the abuser doesn’t want you to know is that
you’re normal and considering what you went through, your behavior is ACCEPTED
BEHAVIOR. If you put a hole in a canoe for fuck sakes it will sink! But
emotionally abused people are in so much pain, and hurting so much, they barely
can think for others let alone themselves. Which means when they hear, “oh,
this will be good for you” they automatically accept it. We turn right round
and reject ourselves and call ourselves as ‘abnormal’ when inside we’re
fighting and saying “NOOOOOOOooooo!!! This isn’t NORMAL!!”
To TribesPeople and all 1stBorns:
[because 1st born children are
often raised as ‘experiments..’…]
Forgive me when I say that your
behavior is NORMAL.
Forgive for the times that even I,
in this same Tribe, ever alluded to or said words to the effect, “...... get.over it”
because we don’t. We never ever get ‘over it’ in the sense that we’re fine and
walking around like we’re scar less. And We DO get broken. And Shattered into
fragments. And bloody traumatized to hell and back.
To conclude is this post I had put
up on another medium:-
A long word:
Sooooo...the truth is that there really is no "recovery" for survivors of Physical Abuse. Or DMV. Or Adultery. Or Rape. Or having stupid parents - Child Abuse, Rape, Neglect - all and any Emotional Trauma - there is NO Recovery.
Sooooo...the truth is that there really is no "recovery" for survivors of Physical Abuse. Or DMV. Or Adultery. Or Rape. Or having stupid parents - Child Abuse, Rape, Neglect - all and any Emotional Trauma - there is NO Recovery.
Most people think and expect that
"recovery" means moving on like the trauma didn't happen. That's
insane thinking. Of course it happened and the person is emotionally scarred
for life. Just like if you have an operation...you will have the scar for life -sometimes you forget it's there, other times it
hurts and you feel it constantly. Now get this; WHAT people do after their
emotional trauma and HOW they live thereafter is THEIR personal LIFE
experience.. we can only look, listen and LOVE. Repeat. It’s their battle. It’s
a miracle that they even get up in the morning and function…
ONLY IF we are ASKED PERSONALLY can we give advice
and even then it's not a must that it is taken. We are all different and we all
behave DIFFERENT. There is NEVER anything like "its my way or the frickin'
highway!" In other words, just give the traumatized person - love;
acceptance and a bag load of THEIR OWN TIME - to grieve the loss of their joy
and trust; give also - hugs, smiles, good wholesome food, sweets and sweet
foods, sleep, rest, laughter, hugs and tissues for crying jags. Never use the
word STOP on a person.. da fuck!...
give love and tissues and laughter. Nobody,
but nobody, will ever respond the exact same way to any TRAUMA (unless they're
Twins and even then ...) Our Creator didn't make us the Same. Give LOVE. GIVE
LOVE to any Traumatized person.
Finally. To abusive
parents who hit their kids and shout at them or did, to husbands and wives who
hit their spouses. To Teachers who are abusive to their students. To Rapists -
all of you.On the same note: That spouse you beat repeatedly. That person you raped. That person you emotionally abused. They will never "recover". Ever. You have damaged a Human Being and as much as they try to "forget" , they WILL NOT. There are flashbacks and triggers and the shit returns... that's LIFE. I've sat with women who are the same age as I am and they still have deep issues with things their TEACHERS said to them over 40 years ago! Listen, memories can be covered up and balmed over with ‘ointments’ and ‘medications’ and psycho analyzed to shit...but THAT SHIT YOU did - it remains. Just think about THAT. You are an abuser. You DID it... it CANNOT BE ERASED.you broke.and.scarred.a.human.being.forever. And You have to Live with That Abuser Title.
Forever. Karma is a bitch.
Spread Love like free air and Blueband on Bread. Never Hate. Never
Ever
Ever
Raise a Hand To Hit.
Fellow Tribes People. Don’t be
tagged and put in a coffin world of pills and more pills and mental
institutions! Wake up, Point out the TRUTH, and scream and shout and tell it as
it is! Otherwise, THE ABUSER gets away scot-free.
This then, is society
today.
Click to Read:>> Factors that make people 4600% more susceptible to Drugs& Alcohol
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