Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Wish Me Luck!

Challenges force people to either rise to the top or sink to the bottom.  I mean, you can only tread water but for so long right?  After that you either have to swim to safety or give it up and accept drowning as your fate.

A friend of mine was recently beaten by her boyfriend.  It stunned me, but it also showed me a lot about myself.  Before I had two special needs children I could easily afford to be judgmental of other people.  And I was.  Look at that child having a tantrum. . .my kid would NEVER embarrass me like that.  Or look at that poor woman who can't control her kid or jeez why can't we pack  PB&J just because this ONE child has a peanut allergy?

The lessons I've learned as a mother have made me a better person.  Expanded my ability to understand things that on the surface, don't make sense to me.  So instead of feeling superior, I felt true compassion for my friend--a woman who may very well be trapped.  Though the trapping would be of her own doing, it is part of a larger issue that somehow makes her believe she is less than she is.  I want to help her.  I want to change her.  I'm afraid that I can't do either but at least I know that now I can still care about her instead of writing her off as stupid or hopeless.

When it comes to battery especially, I can say that try as I might I will never understand it.  That is MY personality...I am a fighter.  I have personal boundaries and I have made that clear all my life.  The idea of someone crossing those boundaries and hitting me the way a parent would spank or beat a child; the way a gang member might assault someone who owed him money and didn't pay; none of that computes.

I have always felt fully formed and individual as far back as I can remember.  I think that sense of self might have been one of the most difficult parts of being a parent to a kid like me.  But that is who I am and ever shall be.  My friend expressed sadness at how awful it must be for her boyfriend to be such a bully and again I was dumbfounded by the importance, caring, and thought that was focused on him, her abuser, rather than on herself.

This is a disease for the abuser and the abused.  I guess no matter how many Lifetime specials, True TV crime stories and after school specials air, there will always be a segment of the female population who will be beaten; will forgive; and will risk the likelihood of being beaten again.  But for THIS young woman, I plan to be there for her in every way I know how in hopes of helping her to see her own significance in this big nasty world.

Wish me luck!

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