Monday, May 16, 2011

Sex+Sexual Abuse: Boyfriend of a Survivor

(This story was written into me by a reader. To post your story to my blog, please email me at stargee@me.com)   

Dating a survivor of sexual abuse doesn't seem so different to me from dating 
someone who hasn't experienced abuse of any sort. People are still people and 
after a point, "I was abused" is no longer a defining feature of someone's 
personality, though it takes quite a bit of internal struggle to reach that 
point. It's simply something that some people must deal with. Others are lucky 
enough not to be afflicted with the burdens that abuse places on a person, but 
they have their own struggles that they have to deal with, so I have never seen 
it as making a person any great amount different than others are in the grand 
arc of a human lifespan. I understand that abuse does completely derail the 
lives of some people, which is unfortunate, but other people manage to derail 
their lives or live in utter mediocrity without having had trauma to explain or 
excuse it, so I think that the truth is that people are people and that even 
though no one should have to experience abuse, everything ultimately comes down 
to who we are and how we view and treat ourselves, whether we were beaten or 
sexually abused or grew up with poverty or war or in a broken home, or were 
among those blessed to be raised by a pair of loving parents. 



   Abuse and the healing process are nothing more or less than an additional obstacle in becoming who we all should feel we deserve to be, one that certainly shouldn't be treated 
lightly, as it presents a lot of extra challenge for someone to live up to or 
even recognize their potential, but though it seems frightening and huge and as 
though it will affect an individual for life, I have always believed that 
literally any obstacle short of death can be overcome by someone of sufficient 
will with support and love from the people who want to support and love them (an 
important thing to know since most abuse cases have little to no support from 
their blood family, but just because people aren't related to you doesn't mean 
that they wouldn't give you just as much as they would their own child or anyone 
else important to them). It was because of that belief that I didn't even bat an 
eye initially when my girlfriend told me she'd been abused. Did I find it 
abhorrent that someone had done that to her? Yes, but I never have allowed 
myself to think that because of her background she is any less capable than I or 
any other man or woman of becoming and being as great as she can imagine herself 
being, of doing anything she wants to do. With that said there are certainly 
some challenges that come up in a romantic relationship with someone who's been 
abused.

   She was very shy at the outset of our relationship, and reacted very strongly to 
physical contact and intimacy, for a long time in equal parts positive and 
negative response. She would be extremely passionate and sexy and within the 
same span of intimate contact end up crying and telling me how much she hated 
herself or how ugly she felt. This sort of thing creeps into everyday 
non-intimate interaction as well, it's difficult to pinpoint at what point 
exactly she really changed for the better but she is in much greater emotional 
control these days and has much greater clarity in terms of her views of herself 
and her relationship to others, her friends, family etc.  For a large portion of 
our time together she really seemed to have no concept of her physical 
appearance, the good or ill, she could never take compliments and spent a lot of 
time talking about how fat she was even though she was in great shape. 

   Her views of herself have changed greatly in that she's actually capable of loving herself 
now, I'd say that that's essentially what it's boiled down to. She had been 
taught through abuse to hate herself and never see that anything she did was 
good or see that it was possible for her to be loved no matter what she did, 
regardless of her beauty or any of the great things about who she was. She would 
wildly misinterpret simple things, I would have to go on at incredible length 
when talking with her about anything pertaining to her because any holes in 
explanation or presentation that I left were filled in with her own 
insecurities.

    She has for the most part gotten over all of this and can see what 
is good about her and what she wants to change, and doesn't just fill in all the 
blanks with self hatred anymore. And her improvement has been gradual and solid 
despite the fact that I haven't treated her perfectly or dealt with her 
insecurities perfectly, and one can't be expected to deal with someone else 
flawlessly. It's a process of meeting one another halfway and being patient, and 
those who are dating someone who has been abused, if you find you cannot deal 
with their issues or you lack the patience to go through six months to a full 
year (or more, every person and every case is different depending on a ton of 
factors, and I'm no psychologist so I can't even begin to enumerate all of them) 
would probably be better served on both sides of the relationship to end the 
romantic relationship and either be friends or go separate ways, because it is 
almost impossible to help someone heal if you are not very patient and willing 
to sacrifice a lot for them. For those who are the one who's been abused, the 
most important thing to realize is that (hopefully) everything your partner says 
comes from a place of love and that they would not be dishonest with you nor say 
something hurtful for kicks, they are trying to help and it does no one any good 
to push them away, it wears down their stamina and may confuse them, so for both 
parties' sakes try to keep that in mind.

   On the central issues that have actually continued through this point in time, 
most if any issues occur now when we're intimate, which makes sense. It's at the 
times of strongest emotional and physical response that we're most apt to have 
an unwanted intruding thought, and since sex is in this case the interaction 
which abuse has hampered the most, this is also where most people really run 
into trouble.

    My girlfriend tells me that through talking to other sexual abuse 
survivors she's found that they will have similar reactions during sex to her if 
they start to be affected by the negative emotions their abuse fostered: it 
starts with feeling uncomfortable, which can happen for any number of reasons 
depending on the person: not enough foreplay, an uncomfortable 
environment/lighting/even time of day, a position they don't like, a method of 
stimulation they're uncomfortable with, and the list probably goes on, very 
specific to the person. Generally this stuff is not really stoppable in the 
moment once it starts, if you're having sex and your partner starts to feel 
uncomfortable it is almost guaranteed to get worse if you keep going and end up 
with them at best not really enjoying it and feeling down afterward, at worst 
becoming nonresponsive and ending up crying or practically catatonic for a 
little while with you freaking out and trying to comfort them while feeling like 
you've damaged or abused them. So probably the most important thing you can 
generally think about is just how you're both feeling, make sure your partner is 
enjoying it, talk about it outside of intimate time to determine what they like 
and what makes them uncomfortable and what sends them down a bad road and you 
can reduce the occurrence of these episodes. 

   Reducing their intensity largely falls to the partner who has been abused, as once they start to feel frightened or uncomfortable they're the only ones who can quiet their minds, reassure 
themselves that you don't want to hurt them and that they're safe with you. The 
best way to aid that over time is to reassure them of that yourself the first 
dozens of times they do freak out and end up crying; just hug them and tell them 
those things, and make sure they know it's okay with you that it happened and 
that you know that it'll get better, if that's not true, you shouldn't be in an 
intimate romantic relationship because you'll do them more harm than good. It 
takes a lot of patience, if crazy, frequent sex in a relationship is a big thing 
for you then you should not be dating an abuse survivor because you will in all 
likelihood just make sex even worse for them. For those with the patience for 
it, the biggest thing is really just support and knowing when to stop. If you 
screw up sometimes, it's okay, people make mistakes even when they know the 
parameters. I've had problems before, tripped up a few times and done something 
I shouldn't have done or even knew she didn't like, but at this point we've both 
gotten better and she's become more communicative, a large problem can be the 
ambiguity of your partner's enjoyment.

This could go on for a long, long time but it really boils down to this for 
those whose partners have been sexually abused:

   Communication and sensitivity: noting when your partner seems uncomfortable and 
also developing a level of comfort with one another where you know and can state 
what you do or don't like and whether something is alright with you.

   Patience: overcoming trauma is all about the individual and in truth nothing you 
can do will heal someone, they have to walk the path. You can offer 
encouragement and company but you can't drag them down it, they have to go when 
they are ready, and in the meantime you have to be emotionally made of steel in 
order to withstand their repeated attempts to push you away in a panic, the 
things that they say that they don't mean, and a lot of attention that feels 
unrequited. Make sure you really feel that the person is worth it, it's the only 
thing that will allow you to forget that stuff when they do start to heal and 
not expect them to repay what you gave them and end up resenting them.

   Willingness to give, but not too much: be there for your partner but don't give 
up on the things that are important to you, find the balance between being 
supportive, cuddling them late at night and spending time together during the 
day and doing the stuff that's important to you, practicing your sport, hanging 
out with friends, learning, and leisure time. Having a respectable chunk of time 
each day to be on your own (and work does not count) and read or think or veg 
out will make you a much better partner and person, so make sure you treat 
yourself as well as you deserve to be treated and pursue your interests in 
addition to being there for your partner, and encourage them to do the same. Not 
only will their healing proceed along better, you'll both continue to grow as 
people should rather than stagnating and devoting all time and all issues to the 
issue of sexual abuse. Don't ever give it that much power. Each individual 
person is born with unlimited potential and neither you nor your partner should 
let this hamper you each in achieving the potential  you possess. It is merely a 
facet of life, not a defining point of your relationship or you as individuals, 
so don't treat it like it is. Go and be great at what you want to do and live 
meaningfully, and make room in that for the healing process and dealing with the 
effects of abuse. 



Don't get discouraged, things will get better. 

"Dearest Tara" A Letter From My Sister: Sibling Fall-Outs



   My sister is a fierce, fierce woman. She knows how to stand up for what she believes in, and when she gets upset or offended- you know it. She will scream, and argue, and push until the conversation is finished and there is a resolution. I'm incredibly jealous of my sister, when it comes to a lot of things. I can't yell to save my life, and I have a hell of a time defending myself when challenged-especially when I know I'm in the right. People change my opinions. My sister changes other people's opinions.

   Growing up, my sister was my mom. She was my idol and I practiced being her all the time. It didn't get cooler than her. I loved her handwriting, the way she danced, the way she walked, the clothes she picked, the way she did her hair. I even loved the way she smelled in the morning (smelly.) My sister had this sort of un-confident/confident grace I couldn't get enough of. She's 5 feet tall, super thin, and big chested. Exactly what I want to look like. Her face is more angular, the way I'd prefer to have mine, and her hair is thinner-I hate having thick hair.

   My sister tucked me in when I was little, took me on outings with her friends (even though I'm pretty sure she was forced too- she still included my 6 year old self) went clothing shopping with me, gave me advice, and listened to me. She was my fiercest, and probably only, real friend I had for a long time. She looked out for me and seemed like she really valued my opinion.

   I remember times when she'd be so angry with me. She'd pin me down and put her hand over my mouth while I cried and whimpered- she'd say that she'd "hurt me" if I said a word to my parents about what had happened. I never can remember what had happened that made her upset-but I probably was being a punk baby-sister. I remember being 4 or 5 and in an apartment pool in a green sea animal floatie and her flipping me upside down and leaving, laughing- me panicking and feeling like I was going to drown and like that's what she wanted. I don't know why I thought that.

   In middle school, when my sister had moved out, I became a "cutter" and tried to slit my wrists, but really, I just made marks to show the people I trusted enough how I felt inside. I hated myself and I wanted out. CPS was called, I went to therapy, I was put in a group home, and I tried to run away from home and be adopted. When I got home, she had advised my parents to take my computer and phone away and keep me from having any contact with friends. She wouldn't make eye contact with me and she refers to that period of time as when I "went crazy." I was hurting and needed nurturing, support, and defense. Not criticism or belittling and isolation. I still don't 100% understand why she was so upset, knowing that she's dealt with depression, run away from home, and hates a lot of what my parents do and what they'd done to her. She even used to tell my parents about how, when she turned 18, they'd never see her again because they didn't deserve to after all that they had put her through. I agree with her. So why doesn't she agree with me? I think she thinks I'm weak and dysfunctional and selfish. That I need to rely on other people to "save me" and pity me because I assume everything will come to me. That I don't ever truly earn anything for myself. That the people who care for and about me are people who feel badly for my and my situation I play up. I don't agree with her but I hate that she thinks so little of me. Her lack of acceptance literally hurts.

   I visited my sister, a little under a year ago- six months after I moved out of my parent's home- and I initiated the visit. I had visions of reuniting, crying together, planning future visits and mani+pedi's and girly dinners out. Nothing of the sort. I felt awkward and separated from her and her boyfriend of several years was there (Why wouldn't he be? He lives with her.) He makes me feel like a shitty person and so does she. I avoided bringing up the awkwardness between us and how little we'd talked since I moved out, and how upset I knew she was with me, since my dad had recently told me so. I talked about her cat. Praised her cat. She loves that prissy, spoiled, beautiful thing and treats it like her child so it seemed like a good place to start. Maybe she'd like me if I liked her cat. Nope. It pissed her off. She said I was acting like my dad-initiating things then not having the balls to actually follow through and really discuss things. So I said I was visiting to work on our relationship and that I wanted to understand why she was so mad.

She called me trailer trash. She said that I was being attention-seeking, dramatic, and blowing my family's situation out of proportion. That I should have stuck it out or at least not involved the cops (whatever I was scared and wanted to get out fast). That I was being just like my mom. That I was no better. She said that I just wanted to "play house"with my boyfriend and I had no direction, no plan, and that I was going to end up being a failure. She criticized my new job. It didn't make enough, I couldn't get real job experience or references. That I wasn't thinking. She criticized how I wasn't going to get to go to school now because I "had made an adult decision and now I had to behave like one." That if I had stayed, my parents would have paid for school. Paid for school? They're broke as shit. They're under foreclosure because they're financial nimrods. They'll tell you, though, how smart they really are- they still live in a 4,000 square foot house in a gated community, and they're doing it for free! They can't always pay for their medication, gas to make it to meetings, or food- but they live in a nice house and raised three children- that's success, right?

   I don't talk with my sister now. I don't think she minds. I think she thinks I'm shit, and that's cool. I think she's kind of a bitch in denial. She always leaves when I need her most.

My sister wrote this letter after our two year falling out from my middle school cutting/run-away "stunt". I kind of secretly hope to get another one of these-one that's more honest about why we "weren't very fond of each other." I'd certainly love to know what I did that's so wrong. I'd definitely love to have a sister.


It's dated " 12/06"

"Dearest Tara, 


   You mentioned to me that lately you haven't felt like you had a place to vent without watchful eyes intruding on your thoughts. I thought this might be a nice place for you to get your thoughts out. Perhaps you can take this to Starbucks and feel inspired by the caffeine? Haha! 

   I just wanted to say that I know you and I have not always been the closest. It's probably not an exaggeration to say that you and I even went through a period when we weren't very fond of each other. I think a phase like that is unavoidable, or maybe a requirement for sisters. Whatever the case may be, I'm very glad that we've made it past that phase and become friends. I appreciate each and every thought and insight of yours. You're becoming a very wonderful person (not that you weren't always!) and a beautiful woman. 


Happy Birthday! 


Love, Didi"

The Good Times

(My favorite picture of my dad. It's of him with my brother)

There were a lot of bad times for me as a kid, but part of letting go and moving on is recognizing that there were some good times too, and potentially, I was loved. (I still don't really know, though....)

FYI: I haven't completely moved on OR let go. I don't forgive my parents.

The Good Times

  • One of my favorite places to go in the whole wide world is to a tide pool. Any tide pool. I have a really vivid, really powerful memory of my mom dad and I going out to this beach in Washington with black stones instead of sand and lots of amazing, breath taking creatures out in the water, clinging to the mossy (or something else?) rocks. My dad would take my hand, walk carefully with me over the big rocks, and show me all the creatures in the water and tell me all about them. He's a really smart science-guy. He showed me that when you put your hand near a sea anemone, they close up and feel really cool. I felt so safe and so loved and so in awe. I'll never forget that.
  • One time, there was an earthquake I think in Washington-nothing too big. I was on the "potty" and I....well I fell in. There I was, stuck inside a toilet, pants down, legs and arms flailing. There was a quiet pause after the earthquake and my dad shouted out to ask if everyone was okay. "I fell in!" I shouted. He came in and got me out and didn't tease me. It's a really funny memory I like to tell often. 
  • One time, I got my head stuck between two wooden railings when I was probably 4 and my mom found me and got me out with butter and gave me kisses and cuddles. 
  • One time, my parents had tons of bubble wrap and they laid it all out in the hall at our house in Washington. My sister and I jumped on it and giggled for what felt like hours. 
  • I wore ankle bracelets with bells, like most Indian kids do so that parents can keep track of their kids wherever they are in the house, and sometimes I used to play with my mom. I'd go hide, hoping she'd catch me. Which she always did. I'd always give myself away with a giggle or little jingle and the pitter patter of my excited feet. She'd always giggle too when she found me. 
  • My mom wears bangles on her arms, always, and I always knew where my mom was because they were so jingly. In a store, in the backyard, around the house, at school...It always made me so happy. Now, I just get scared and shut down when I hear anything that sounds similar. 
  • When I was being potty trained, my family would stand outside the door and clap for me when I used the potty. After my dad would go to the bathroom, I'd always stand outside the door and clap for him. My family thought it was really cute and tell the story often. 
  • My dad can't really cook anything except sunny side up eggs and this thing called Keema. I always eat sunny side up eggs when I'm sad and I miss his Keema a lot. I'm an emotional eater. 
  • My mom sometimes made me this thing called "milk rice" that had rice, milk, cocoa powder, and sugar-for when I was sick. I don't know that I really liked the taste but I always ate it all up because it was such a maternal thing for her to do. 
  • My dad used to take me to Mcdonalds sometimes as a special treat and we'd talk forever. He'd ask me how my day was and how I was feeling.
  • I always went grocery shopping with my dad. It was my favorite time of the day. We always got to talk.
  • My dad sometimes, when I was older, would take me to Starbucks before school or after school. It was his special treat for me and our special bonding time as I got older. Starbucks and going to Starbucks with friends always makes me feel fantastic and snuggly. I still ask my dad to coffee now, to talk and bond, but he always says no. 
  • One time, when we had just moved in to our house in California, my brother was sitting with me and helping me count my coins. I'd sit in his lap and we'd just count. That's all I remember but I loved it. 
  • In our old house in Washington, my brother would flip me upside down and carry me all around the house and show me what things looked like upside down. It was so fun.
  • I used to watch my brother play video games. He was the coolest and the best at all video games.
  • My sister used to pick me up from school- middle school mostly- in her blue Beetle and she'd roll up with blasting music, dancing away. I would always feel SO cool and so lucky to get to be around her and have her as my sister. I loved when she took my friends home too so they could see she was related to me. I still feel most confident when I'm rolling down the streets in my car with the windows down and the music blasting. 
  • My brother's always been really supportive of my art. It makes me feel guilty that I don't make more art because maybe then we'd talk more. 
  • My sister liked to have dance parties with me sometimes. I still have dance parties by myself, or sometimes with Ethan when I'm really sad or really happy. We love it.
  • My dad LOVES Hot Cheetos. I introduced them to him. We'd eat a whole bag up together while I'd sit in his study and do work next to him. I eat Hot Cheetos way too much now when I miss my dad. (I have a bag in my car right now)
  • My mom makes, or used to make, kick ass Indian food and I miss it all the time. It smelled great and made me feel at home. (See?! I'm an emotional eater!) I didn't like it when she made it while she was drunk though. It tasted gross and my dad always said it "wasn't made with love" so we would never eat it.
  • My brother got me this gift when I probably turned four? It was a green, pink, and yellow plastic toy called a "bumble bee." It has these knobs on it and it shakes all around. If I still had that toy, I would play with it. No lie.

Recipes: Rosemary Balsamic Portobello Mushrooms with Mozzarella, Parmesan, Fresh Greens, and Tomato on a Ciabatta Roll



Here's What You'll Need:



  1. One Large Portobello Mushroom
  2. 1/2 Cup Balsamic Vinegar 
  3. One Fresh Garlic Clove
  4. Rosemary
  5. 1/4 Cup Olive Oil
  6. Fresh Greens
  7. Tomato Slices
  8. Mozzarella 
  9. Parmesan Cheese
  10. Ciabatta Roll



Here's What To Do:



  1. Toss olive oil, a dash of salt, and fresh minced garlic in a shallow pan and heat.
  2. Once the garlic starts to cook, add balsamic vinegar and rosemary to taste
  3. Add sliced portobello 
  4. Cook until soft, slightly dark, and juicy.
  5. Sprinkle parmesan on top of the portobellos and stir in
  6. Prepare mixed greens with a splash of balsamic
  7. Place portobello, mozzarella, parmesan, tomato, and mixed greens on top of a toasted ciabatta roll. 
  8. Enjoy!

Chic for Cheap: Home Made Oatmeal, Coffee Ground, Mint, Cucumber, Avocado, Banana, Egg, Flour, Honey, Olive Oil Firming and Moisturizing Face Mask



Feel like you wake up with a tired looking face and dark circles? Try a rejuvenating home made face firming mask!

Here's What You'll Need:



  1. 1/4 Cup Oat Meal
  2. 1 Tablespoon Coffee Grounds
  3. 2 Tablespoons Fresh Mint Leaves
  4. 1/4 Cup Cucumber
  5. 1/2 Avocado
  6. 1/2 Over Ripe Banana
  7. 1/4 Cup Olive Oil
  8. 1 Egg
  9. 2 Tablespoons Flour
  10. 1 Tablespoon Honey



Here's What to Do:



  1. Prepare the 1/4 cup dry oats by adding 1/2 cup water and microwave for 1 minute
  2. Combine coffee grounds, fresh mint, cucumber, avocado, banana, olive oil, egg, flour, and honey in a blender and blend until creamy. Add cooked oatmeal and blend again.
  3. Apply to your face and neck liberally. Let set until dry. Wash off with warm water. 


Getting Fit and Less Obsessed: Monday, May 16th, 2011

Here's What I look Like Today, At The Start of My Fitness Plan:





My Starting Weight: 129.6 LBS

My Current Weight: 129.6 LBS

My Goal Weight: Between 110 LBS and 115 LBS (I'll see when I get closer, what seems more realistic in terms of how much more weight I really have to lose)

Diet for This Week:

Six glasses of water a day, five servings of fruit a day, five servings of veggies a day, three servings of meet for the week, two eggs for the week, three servings of beans for the week, one serving of mixed nuts per day, one serving of dried fruit per day, one glass of milk per day, one cup of yogurt per day, and one serving of oats or grains per day. Monday is "meatless Monday" in the house and Saturday is "sinful Saturday" for me- meaning I get to treat myself to some Starbucks, meat if I want, an extravagant breakfast or a yummy fancy cheese lunch, and maybe a sweet for dessert or a mid-day treat. No packaged foods, no Starbucks during the week except Saturday, no food that lacks nutritional value. 

My calorie budget is 1, 300 calories a day.

Workout Plan For This Week:

-5 Minute Run and 25 Minute Walk Monday, Wednesday, Friday
-Tae-Bo Tuesday for 45 Minutes
-Wednesday "Extra Workout" of 20 Minutes on the Elliptical
-Thursday Yoga/Pilates for 45 Minutes
-Friday "Extra Workout" Dance Party With The Kids for 20 Minutes
-Saturday 5 Mile Loop (Walk)
-Sunday One Mile Timed Run
-Everyday: "Pick 5 Toning" (Things like weights, jump rope, stairs, crunches, squats....etc)

I'm going to take it slow at first and I'm starting with 5 minute runs because I don't have much stamina. I hope to get up to 30 min-45 min runs. I don't want to crash or have to beat myself up because my workouts are too hard to start.

My Feelings on What I Look Like Now:


I actually don't feel that bad, which is great for me! I lost 2 1/2 LBS last week just because I got so busy with my blog and making sure to be more consistent and spend time with friends, that I didn't mindlessly munch or over eat, like I sometimes do. I want to tone my butt, lose some tummy and thigh fat, have more smooth non-cottage cheese skin, and more toned arms and a slightly firmer face/neck. I'm wondering what my ideal weight will be after I start to lose the weight and gain muscle. Though, in my head I want to be, say, a size two and weigh 105 LBS- that probably isn't what I'm built for and I don't want to be unhealthy thin. We'll have to see!

My Upcoming Reward:


Once I hit 128 LBS I get to go buy:




-New, Luxurious Shampoo
-Conditioner
-Hairspray



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