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Chong N. Kim (Week of Monday Oct. 23, 2006)

Monday, October 23, 2006 at 08:10PM
Posted by Registered CommenterJoanna M. Doane in

   

 BIO, Part I.

      Hello, my name is Chong Kim. I am an Asian-Spanish American, thirty-one years of age and have been residing in the United States for nearly 22 years.  I will be sharing my whole story in an essay form.  It's about my survival from child rape, living in domestic violence, enduring classroom abuse, and racism, bullying and human trafficking.  After everything I've gone through I have managed to still stand and smile at everyone and look at life at a different angle.   

      I was born in S. Korea in 1975 and I was told that my father and I arrived in the United States in 1977 and afterwards my mother.  From the age of 3-6, I was sexually abused by my babysitter who not only touched me in a sexual way, but also photographed me and other small children through his camera.  For the longest time I assumed I was only dreaming even though I knew the man personally, it was when I was 13 when I found out that all the years of nightmares of flashbacks of the despicable acts he did to me were actually true.  From the time I was very young till I was 15, I grew up with a mother that physically beat me, tortured me, and threatened me with my life.  My father was a workaholic so he was never home when my mother violently beat me, but when he was he had drinking parties where his friends also took advantage of me, I was sexually abused by several of his friends.  While growing up in an abusive home, I was also taken advantage of by male principals and teacher sexually abusing me in school from when I was 8 years old thru 11, along with teachers who racially discriminated with and called me racial slurs of slander.  I grew up in the rural parts of Texas and Oklahoma so racism wasn't uncommon; at least that's how they acted.  By the time I was 14 to 15, I ran away from home, I couldn't take the abuse and landed in the system, bouncing from one foster home to another. 

      During my time in the "Child Protection System" I spent most of my youth in and out of court with a long dreaded custody battle between the states and my parents, when I saw my youngest sister crying, I became concerned about her welfare so I gave up and recanted my story and stated that everything I went through was a lie, otherwise they would've separated each one of us and I couldn't have that happened.  So, by the time I was 17 I was sent home.  The physical abuse from my mother didn't continue but the underlining emotional and mental abuse was still there.  By the time I was 18; I moved out and moved in with a friend in Dallas, TX.  I attended a business college and majored in "Criminology".  In my second year I was romanced by a con.  A man that was in military attire and claimed to love and cherish me because I had no dating experience and I had a low self-esteem I was not aware of the red flags.  Shortly after he coerced me to go with him out of town to Florida just for the weekend, I was so swooned by his charm I couldn't see past the deceit.  I became his hostage in an abandon home in Northern Oklahoma.  While I was his prisoner he destroyed my social security card, Naturalized papers, driver's license and anything that could authenticate my identity.  He stated to me that without these documents I would be treated like an immigrant and he was correct.

      Eventually I eluded him and escaped and landed upon a woman that I thought I could trust.  She offered to help me find refuge, shelter, and food by sending me to Vegas for a legitimate job.  I accepted her offer without realizing that I was being sold for market.  "Human Trafficking".  I was kidnapped and was transported to Las Vegas, NV.  I was involved in trafficking for more than six months up to 2 and half years.  Repeatedly, I witnessed the beatings, rapes and murders of innocent women.  Finally, I was able to escape from my master through a wealthy client who bought me for an undisclosed amount of money.  Through his kindness I planned my way of another escape.  Upon leaving Nevada, I was constantly on the run from former traffickers.  My life resembled a fugitive fleeing from one location to another. 

      In the fall of 2000, I made contact with an advocate through the Internet, she advised me to relocate to a different state.  Since then, I was able to take for granted the time to heal and find myself once again.  Once I was able to regain emotional stability I was  able to involve myself in volunteering my time as a legal advocate in the state of Minnesota, as well as promoting human and civil rights.  I've also been working incessantly to establish a non-profit organization, while, at the same time volunteering in diverse capacities at several conferences regarding violence among women, child abuse, and human trafficking events.  I've attended over 20 seminars and training in regards of: cyber crime, stalking, sexual violence, human trafficking, domestic violence, grassroots funding, collaboration, inspiration and healing opportunities, and training in advocacy and criminal law.

      As I look back at the years gone by, I realized that the abuse have changed me significantly.  One must come to terms to accept that we can't changed what have happened to us, but the greatest gift we can give ourselves and to others is the true significant of survival.  I don't sit and wish over and over that my life could be different, because then I'd regret what I am doing now.  I spend most of my life thanking God for allowing me to see life at a different scope.  I went through counseling, group therapy, researching my diagnosis; I became in control of my mental issues and wanted the counselors to know that I wanted to heal instead of intoxicating my body with drugs.  I use meditation, music, poetry, and dance to vent out my hurt and pain.  I empower myself by singing, involving myself around positive people and focusing on time and energy with my children.  My abuse my have taken my parents, my body, and my memories; but it did not take my spirit, my soul, or my dignity, because I refuse to allow my perpetrators to take the one thing I still and always had power over and that is my spirit.

      Through my darkest hour, I came to know God as well.  We had our arguments back and forth; yes I do talk to him every day of my life.  I've been involving myself in various public speaking forums across the country from Europe to Brazil, from MN to CA and NY.  I've made television appearances and magazine articles; I receive e-mails from other survivors and victims everyday thanking me to speak out.  When I reach out to students at various colleges and I let them know that I am still moving.  When I meet with other victims and survivors, I let them know there's still hope and it is within their reach.  My main purpose to share my story to you is to let you know that no matter how hard life gets, you still have control to claim it back, it is your life no one else.  I provide workshops and healing groups across the globe to other survivors/victims who are still hurting.  People ask me, am I afraid of my abusers?  I tell them, "No, I'm pissed and I'm claiming my life back and I do it with my voice."  Sometimes prosecuting people isn't the only solution to heal, most of the time it is our voice that stands louder than a jury reading a verdict in court.  As a legal advocate I should know . . . . 

Thank you for listening. . . .




BIO, Part II

Chong Kim is a Korean-American survivor of human trafficking/child sex exploitation.  Originally from Dallas, Texas, Chong, in the fall of 2000, found refuge in the state of Minnesota after escaping the trafficking industry.  Since 2001, Miss Kim, has been volunteering her time as a legal advocate in the state of Minnesota, as well as promoting human and civil rights.  Miss Kim has been working incessantly to establish a non-profit organization, while, at the same time volunteering in diverse capacities at several.  She has attended over 20 seminars, regarding:
      •     Crime victims
      •      Domestic violence
      •      Immigrant victims of crime
      •     Professional advocacy training
      •     Facilitator training
      •     Cyber crimes/child pornography
      •      Human-trafficking/prostitution
      •      Technical assistance for grassroots funding
      •      Startup procedures for 501(c) (3) organizations 

       

  • Miss Kim is a contributing writer of the book, Not for Sale, (Feminist Resisting Pornography) which was edited by Christine Stark and Rebecca Whisnant.


      Chong, has accomplished public speaking concerning Human Trafficking.  She uses her personal story to enlighten NGOs and political officials with the goal of strengthening the advocacy system in reaching out to victims of trafficking.  She has traveled extensively to promote awareness of trafficking, and provides education regarding the diverse victims which are affected by it. Recently, she was a keynote speaker at a press conference in Europe; the article can be found at the following website:  http://www.comminit.com/events_calendar/2005-events/events-4136.html

 

Chong Kim's speaking engagements:

 

    (Sept. 2005)  Speak Out Sisters; Minneapolis, Minnesota.

      Miss Kim's first small group discussion where she shared her personal experience about Human Trafficking.  In this small group she successfully connected with various people who have committed themselves to help Ms. Kim launch her non-profit through volunteer work, research, and support.

     (Sept. 2005) Western Regional Task Force; San Diego, California.

      Miss Kim shared for the first time her personal story at this conference.  Hosted by the Bilateral Safety Corridor Coalition and San Diego County, she received a small gift and a standing ovation for her heart-felt presentation. 
       

    (Oct. 2005) European Parliament; Brussels, Belgium

      At this press conference, Miss Kim briefly shared her personal experience as a victim in the sex-industry.  She achieved convincing her audience that Prostitution/Sex-Trafficking is two forms of violence against women. This conference was conducted by CATW (Coalition against Trafficking in Women) and the European Women's Parliament

    (Nov. 2005) Asian American Student Association; St. Paul, Minnesota.

      This was a Tri-State Universities endeavor to raise money for MASIE in honor of Miss Kim's work concerning improving the manner in which human trafficking is regarded.  Miss Kim was invited to this fund raising dance to make a presentation for the students which attended.  The Universities that were involved, were; St. Thomas, Macalister, St. Kate's, University of Minnesota, University of Minnesota in Mankato, and Hamlin University.

    (Nov. 2005)  (CNBC) Donny Deutsch-The Big Idea; New York City, New York.

      For the first time, Miss Kim agreed to share her story on cable television.

    (February 2006)  Amnesty International USA Group 37; Minneapolis, MN

      Miss Kim, shared her personal triumph in a small group discussion, and shared her vision regarding MASIE.

    (March 2006) International Women's Day; Minneapolis, Minnesota.

      This workshop was held at the University of Minnesota, Coffman Memorial.  Hosted by Lauren Gilchrest, Miss Kim, Humphrey Fellows and a student, Vanna Chan, were guest speakers at this workshop regarding human trafficking.

    (March 2006) Girl Fest; Berkeley, California.

      Miss Kim was one of many speakers for the Girl fest Panel, (Feminist resisting Prostitution, Pornography, and Sex-Trafficking). She spoke out against the violence toward women in the sex-trade.  Addresses which joined Miss Kim were:  Melissa Farley, PRE; Annalisa, Gabriella Network; Brad Myles, Polaris Project; and Chris Stark, Not for Sale (Book Edition)

    (March 2006)  Women of Color-Macelester College; St. Paul, Minnesota.

      Miss Kim addressed various small groups within this campus, sharing her story among the student body encouraging them to become involved in this movement to end trafficking/exploitation.

    (April 2006)  Macelester College; St. Paul, MN

      Miss Kim continues to educate students who are eager to be involved in the demise of human trafficking, inspiring them to become volunteers.

      (April 2006)  Normandale Community College; Bloomington, MN

      Miss Kim spoke among college students in regards to Human Trafficking in the US, there was about 40+ students and a few school faculty that attended the evening class to hear her speak.  Students became inspired and over 20 of the students signed up to volunteer for MASIE.
       
       
       
       
       

    (April 2006)  Soroptimist Int'l; Lincoln, NE

      Miss Kim, is not only a member of the Soroptimist Women in the Greater Minneapolis area, but will speak for the first time regarding her story, discussing the next steps regarding her vision, and will continue to inspire people across the nation to get involved.

     (May 2006)  Montel Williams Show; NYC, NY

      (Sept. 2006)  HHS-Survivors of Human Trafficking Conference; Washington, DC

       Survivors of sexual exploitation a voice and a chance to speak out on what services are needed to better help those who are breaking free of enslavement.

     

            Chong, is a member/partner with these nationwide organizations:

      Bilateral Safety Corridor Coalition (CA) -member

      Initiative Against Sexual Trafficking (VA) -partner

      The Polaris Project (DC) -member

      Coalition Against Women in Trafficking (NJ) -member

      Rescue & Restore (DC)-collaborating partner

             

Minnesota Organizations:

      Speak Out Sisters - Ally Member

      Soroptimist International for Women -  Member

       

            From 2005 through April, 2006, Chong has been working diligently to incorporate her vision; MASIE (Minorities & Survivors Improving Empowerment), She has successfully launched two additional branches, Oklahoma and California. 

            She received an award from the National Campaign for Tolerance, where her name will be embraced on the Wall of Tolerance in Montgomery, Alabama which testifies of her commitment to maintain a public stand against hate, injustice and intolerance. 

             In April of 2006, her efforts were recognized through FNVW (Friends for Non-Violent World) and they have become the fiscal sponsor for MASIE.  Currently, Miss Kim has established a hotline specifically for the victims of trafficking. 

             If you are interested in inviting Chong Kim to speak, present a workshop or training you may contact her at:   ckim@endslavery.org or visit the web site:  www.endslavery.org. All fees are negotiable.


Q & A

1.  What is your favorite coping skill?
Music, I play piano or write poetry to cope through my problems.  When I have flashbacks or start to feel sad, I'll turn on my headset and listening to inspiring music like: Mariah Carey, India Arie, Mary J. Blige, Alicia Keys and etc.  Women empowerment songs.

2.  What was the best piece of healing advice you ever received?

When my son's father and I first met and he saw that I was involved in the sex-industry and when he asked me why I was still in it after escaping, I told him because of my past and he said that was an excuse, that if I wanted to get beyond hurt and anger, I have to apply myself into something positive instead of involving myself into drugs, sex, and money.  He taught me that the best way to get revenge from our abusers was to heal, because it showed them that they never had power in the first place.  That was the best healing advice I ever received.

3.  What was the worst piece of healing advice you ever received?

When a counselor yelled at me and told me to "get over it".


4.  What were the three hardest obstacles to overcome?

My childhood abuse from my mother, my trafficking experience, and my son's father's death.


5.  Have you ever hit "rock bottom"? What kept you going?
Yes, I have hit rock bottom.  In February 22, 2000; I was going to commit suicide and venting on self-pity until I realized my son at 4 months was being left behind from his father's death following mine, if I had went through it.  I got angry and decided to claim my life back, my fear of my son following the suicide pattern was not acceptable to me and the only way I could make sure he couldn't blame himself was for me, his mother to get stronger.

 
6.  What does forgiveness mean to you? 

Forgiveness to me is about letting go.  Allowing ourselves to "live" again, we can't move on when there are barriers in front of us and if we hold on to past grudges we can't move on.

 
7.  When did you know that everything was going to be okay -- that you were going to make it?

Everyday since I was a small child.

 
8.  Is there anything that you would like to say to someone just beginning their journey?

The only advise I can give at this moment is to take one day at a time, but you have to get to a place in your life when you are sick and tired of being sick and tired. (An old NA adage that was told to me and it is so true.)

 
9.  If there was one piece of advice you would give, or one thing you would want the significant other, best friend, etc. of a survivor to keep in mind through out the survivors healing process, what would that be? 

The only advice I have to give is to keep hanging on, even if it is hard that we must believe that our lives are worth something and that we are survivors for a reason.  Never give up, seek out support, and it's okay to vent and cry, but allow yourself time to heal is the most important part.



 

I AM

I may be small,

But I have a big heart.

I may not have fought in battles,

But I'm not a quitter. 

I may not have,

Trophies hanging on my wall,

But the things I went through,

Only one can imagine. 

Who I was then,

And who I am now,

Is no different.

I've only shifted the gears,

In how I chose to survive. 

I love to cry,

I love to laugh.

I love to speak,

If you'd only let me. 

Don't judge me,

From where I've been.

Embrace me,

With the triumphs I've succeeded 

I love to sing,

I love to dance,

I love to read,

And relax on the grass. 

My eyes they tell a story,

My tears will explain the pain.

All I ask is for you to listen,

And I will tell you my name. 

I have friends,

I have inspires

I don't have foes,

Just the challengers. 
 
 
 

My parents,

I've learned.

There's no perfection. 

My siblings,

They've taught me,

About Hope. 

My children,

Will know who I am. 

I'm not looking for fame

To buy my way through happiness,

Cause riches,

Only took me so far. 

I'm not a woman,

On the cover of a magazine.

I'm real as they come.

I'm a woman,

Not because I have to be,

But I'm proud to be one. 

I'm looking for my best friend,

Someone who won't judge me,

For the person I created,

And will love the person I became. 

I can teach you things,

I've learned,

You can show me things,

I've only dreamed about. 

Who am I?

You ask? 

Just take a look

Into my eyes, 

For I am a . . .

Survivor. 

By:  Chong N. Kim
July 8, 2002


Undefeated
Bound by restraints, you thrashed me to shame.

Down on my knees, I had forgotten my name.

 

My blood was spilled on the damp dark floor,

You perused my body, and made me your whore.

 

My existence Suppressed; you controlled me through fear,

Imprisoned underground, where no one could hear.

 

Precious freedom appeared far away;

Caged like an animal, enslaved everyday.

 

Favored by destiny I finally escaped:

A pursued fugitive, beaten and raped. 

 

Ten years have passed now I stand proud and tall,

The healing was painful, no intervention at all.

 

Because of my plight I learned to stay strong,

The survivor within became my true song. 

 

Recanting my life I look back on your face,

You tried to break me in guilt and disgrace. 

 

Your still small voice pierced the inflicted silence,

I shattered your bonds through faith and defiance.

 

Presuming my identity was crushed and deleted,

I triumphed your arrogance, I'm now undefeated.  
 
By:  Chong N. Kim
November 17, 2005


Imagine 
Imagine, existing in a parallel world, the converse 
of the one in which you live? 
 
Imagine, your childhood dreams 
shattered by the dark fantasy of another?  
 
Imagine, the demise of romantic dreams  
by the lies and fears of domestic abuse. 
 
Yet, survival becomes a timeless quest; 
quivering hope longs a new vision.... 
 
Imagine, the home of your youth is a house from the outside 
and a prison from within... 
 
Imagine, no warm beds to comfort for sleep, 
the cold long night embraces barren feet; 
Holding close the shreds of newspapers; 
a wooden bench becomes a pillow... 
 
Imagine, converting a luxurious home  
into a one room cell; 
Sharing a space with total strangers, 
and striving to keep your soul from the grave... 
 
Imagine, losing your children to a merciless system; 
they call you unfit, 
all the while protecting them from an abusive parent. 
 
Imagine authorities conveying these words:  
The chances of success 
are remote and doubtful... 
 
Imagine, the fragile diagnosis which says 
that one cannot be a champion athlete; 
the impaired legs of a once hopeful runner... 
 
Imagine, death chained to a faceless bomb, 
the unknowing fear of every ticking second:   
The fight becomes a race against time; 
remaining focused on the righteous cause... 
 
Imagine, the end of ones existence through nature

The winds, the seas, the trembles and flames....    
They destroy the home which was built by hands,

the memories fade in an aftermath of violence.. 
 
Rebuilding the crushed spirit once again;

hope still lingers through the perpetual nightmare... 
 
 
Imagine, turning such pain into eternal strength, 
a friend called survival produced true faith, 
belief within when no one else seemed to care... 
 
Can you imagine it? 
 
Over 10, 000 survivors did, 
From child abuse to natural disasters, 
From losing children to a war of circumstances, 
From Domestic Abuse to Homelessness. 
 
By:  Chong N. Kim 
01/17/05


LETTER

Letter to my father: 

(Hurt) 

I'm hurt, because I feel I'm losing you

I'm hurt, because I know I'm going to miss you

I'm hurt, because of the things we didn't get to say or do

I'm hurt, because it didn't have to end this way

I'm hurt, because you couldn't accept me

I'm hurt, because you denied my pain

I'm hurt, because I am alone right now

I'm hurt, because you never called me your "Little Girl"

I'm hurt, because you said you hated me

I'm hurt, because one look in your eyes,

I break down and cry

I'm hurt, because I had to fabricate stories

Just to see you smile at me

I'm hurt, because I could never amount to the daughter you 'wanted'

I'm hurt, because I never had a daddy to rely on

And yet I feel so torn apart inside.

I'm hurt, that we couldn't communicate

I'm hurt, because I needed so you much in my life

I'm hurt, because I'll never get to know the "wonderful man" that someone else got to see.

Most of all I'm hurt, because I still love you . . . 

(Anger) 

I'm angry, because I gave you my all

And yet I am still a 'failure' in your eyes

I'm angry, because of the false imagine you display to those who know you less

I'm angry, because you became a father to someone else and not of your own

I'm angry, because others sympathize your pain, and my is of less

I'm angry, because no matter how hard it was to love you

I always continued to believe that someday you would love me back

I'm angry, because we could've been close

But instead we're more strangers than two people at a bus stop

I'm angry, because you'll fight for my son, but you couldn't fight for me?

I'm angry, because I know I will rise above this,

And succeed in my life just as it should be,

And you won't be here to see it.

I'm angry, because you are missing out on the wonders

That your daughter can do in this world.

I'm angry, because you chose not to be apart of my

Successes and joys

I'm angry, because when you are gone,

I'll feel this pain and I don't want it.

I'm angry, because I don't want to grieve for you,

Even though I know I will

I'm angry, because I still love you no matter what. 

By:  Chong N. Kim
12-11-05


 

Jennifer K. (Week of Monday, Oct. 16, 2006)

Monday, October 16, 2006 at 08:06PM
Posted by Registered CommenterJoanna M. Doane in

   

BIOGRAPHY

 
My name is Jennifer. I was raped at seven. The boy who did it was 16 and he was a friend of my family. It happened during a party where maybe a dozen adults were 30 feet away from us having a lovely afternoon cookout. One of my clearest memories of that day is of creeping back around the house praying that no one saw me.
 
It is possible to rape a child and leave no bruises or marks. No one saw me; no one knew. Just me and I did not have the words to tell anyone. All I knew was that something happened and I was bad.
 
It is weird how fast I knew that I was bad because of the rape. Before I even knew I was raped I knew whatever had happened was all my fault and I could tell no one. So I didn’t. I kept my mouth shut for over ten years.
 
 
 

Q & A

 
1.  What is my favorite coping skill?
As the years have gone on, my coping skills have evolved and improved. When I was younger, my coping skill was denial. I never admitted to myself why what had happened was so bad. I ran from the wound in my spirit, as I was unable to run from my rapist.
 
As I have grown up, my coping skill has become action. I have discovered the transformative power of anger. Now I work with sexual assault survivors for a living. I am a feminist and I work to make the world a better place for all women, everywhere. I am learning to recognize the oppression that keeps women silent in this world and unable to claim their power.
 
Other, less active coping skills include crocheting, taking care of my cats, growing plants and exercise. Anything that creates something new is relaxing to me, in some way.
 
 
2.  What is the best piece of healing advice I have ever received?
Never never never give up - Winston Churchill.
Survivors have a long complicated road. Healing is not a straight path upwards. It goes up, it goes down, it goes backwards, side to side. It can be a nightmare. And healing deserves whatever time is needed. After all, every survivor deserves all the time she/he needs to recover. And every survivor is worth it. When I look at this quote and I think of the war that spawned it, I feel a kinship. I know what it is like when waking up and getting out of bed becomes a struggle. It sucks and I would never say otherwise. But if the Blizkrieged country of England could continually pick itself back during WWII, then so can I.
 
 
3.  What is the worst piece of advice I have ever received?
Everything happens for a reason.
 
It is hard for me to discuss how much I hate that phrase without using inappropriate language as my normal response consists of two words, the first one beginning with “F.” But I will try.
The main reason I hate that phrase is that I find it to be a very sophisticate and elegant way of blaming the victim. “God wouldn’t have let these things happen if He didn’t want you to learn something.” “God never gives you more that you can handle.” That is just such garbage. I don’t know if the people who believe these things to be true follow the same divine power that I do, but I doubt it. The God I follow does not allow seven year old children to be raped. Rather, She granted humans free will. When some humans make bad and vile choices, She is there to comfort the victims. She does not allow adult women to be raped so that they might learn humiliation or shame or every other emotion that rape survivors have to live through. But She is there when rape happens and She cries with us.
 
 
4.  What were the three hardest obstacles to overcome?
Silence. Oh, silence is so hard to break and to penetrate. No one knew so if anyone was going to start the conversation it would be me and I did not have the language. Even now that I work with rape survivors every day, sometimes my old habits come back and I want to tell people to be silent! As if silence protects us at all. I work on it and when I feel the old instincts creeping back, I breathe through it.
 
Trust in myself. I had no faith in my instincts. It just seemed that they had failed me so spectacularly bad how could I ever believe that I could make the right decision?
 
Trust in others. No one had protected me. Everyone was looking for monsters but no one realized that he was standing right in front of them with a bright friendly smile.
 
 
5.  Have I ever hit rock bottom?
Yes, though I could not tell you how many times. There have been times that I was too sad to get off my bedroom floor. I remember yelling at my therapist that she was ruining my life. I have had dreams so terrifying it took me hours to recover from them. Some days I do not know what got me through at all.
 
 
6.  What does forgiveness mean to me?
I had to forgive me for being so hard on myself. I needed forgiveness for expecting my seven-year-old self to be to smart, too strong, or just too lucky to get raped. Forgiveness means being genuinely sorry for something that you have done. He doesn’t get forgiven in this.
 
 
7.  When did I know that everything was going to be okay, that I was going to make it?
Hmmm, can I tell you when I get there?
 
What does “okay” mean? Does that mean that I am totally healed, because that will never happen. Think of the quote, “No one is free when anyone is oppressed.” How can I be completely healed when women and children and men around the world are subjected to sexual violence every day? The scar keeps trying to form but then everyday something new breaks my heart.
 
This does not mean that I spend all of my days weeping from the pain and cursing the gods. Rather, I spend my time trying to change the way things are and trying to be the resource that I wish I had.
 
I am going to make it, but I will never be okay. And I am just fine with that.
 
 
8.  Is there anything that I would like to say to someone who is just beginning her/his journey?
Healing is a choice and it takes action. It does not just come. Tell someone. Call someone. If you have no one you can trust or if you just cannot find the language to do it, call 1-800-656-HOPE, The Rape, Abuse and Incest National Network. You do not have to do this alone.
 
 
9.  If there was one piece of advise you would give, or on thing you would want the significant other, best friend, etc. of a survivor to keep in mind through out the survivors healing process what would that be?
Believe the survivor. We don’t make up these stories for the attention. If you do not know what to say, just listen. If the stories of abuse are too hard for you to hear, be honest. Help the survivor find resources. For more advice, please read Allies in Healing: When The Person You Love Was Sexually Abused As A Child, by Laura Davis.
 
 
 

ARTWORK/ POETRY, ETC.

 

I do not have any artwork to share. I do not like to look at the pieces I made in therapy much any more. They were from a different time, made almost 10 years ago.
At one point, there was a poem that I wrote-in 1995 I think-that could be found by Googling my full name. However, I just tried it and the site is under construction. I do not remember enough of the poem to reconstruct it. It was good, though. It started, “Once there was a little girl/Who didn’t know what to do./No one had ever hurt her before/so for him she took of her shoe.” The last line was “…it was as if she was never born.”
 
I have written one story in which I combined several of my experiences and a few other peoples into a character. It is a fanfiction story, so consider yourself warned:
 

 

 

 

LETTER

 

Dear Rapist,
 
Often survivors use a chance like this to talk about gentle images of healing and kindness. But I don’t think of any of those things when I think of you. I think of Goddesses, both destroyers and creators of worlds. They weep with wounded women and broken children and they watch for you. They know your kind.
 
Whatever your life is, and I know that you are out there and you have hurt more than just me, I know that you are in pain. I know that no matter how big a hole you tried to drill through my heart and soul, you are even emptier. Your center is a festering gaping mass of nothingness. The Goddess waits for you. You will cower under her rage when you go to Her after death. Whatever pain you have inflicted on others during your short time on Earth will be thrust back on you tenfold.
 
I will never be able to hurt you the way that you hurt me. But then, I don’t have to.
 
Jennifer

Jennifer C. (Week of Monday Oct. 09, 2006)

Monday, October 9, 2006 at 08:02PM
Posted by Registered CommenterJoanna M. Doane in

   

BIOGRAPHY

 

My name is Jennifer. My memories of abuse are not very vivid. They all seem to blend together. I remember the physical and emotional abuse beginning around the age of three. However, I would assume it probably started earlier. The sexual abuse I remember starting around the time I was seven. Of course the severity changed as I got older. That went on to about the time I was fifteen.  
I have been through a lot. I have experienced the abuse, rape, ptsd, depression, anxiety, an eating disorder, cutting, and many other things. When people used to ask me about myself.. the first thing that would come into mind was my past. Now when people ask me about myself I think about who I am as a person. I am not the past abuse, which took me a long time to realize. I am Jennifer. I am a kind, compassionate, open minded person. It is not an easy thing to make that transition, but it is possible.
 
Today I am a sophmore in college. I am majoring in psychology with a minor in art therapy. I am hoping to work with victims of rape or eating disorders and teach them and show them through example that they can be survivors and that they do not have to be deemed a victim forever. 
 
Despite what people might think, the abuse I have been through has made me stronger. It has taught me to be open minded, enjoy life to its fullest, and to appreciate everything I have. Perhaps the thing it has given me that I am most grateful for however is the opportunity to help others. It has provided me with as unfortunante as the circumstances were the backing to genuinely understand what people are going through, sympathesize with them and help them make the best out of their life.
 
 

Q & A

1.  What is your favorite coping skill?

 Going through everything I have, I had a tendency to turn to negative coping skills. Throughout years of therapy, I have learned that there are many alternatives to the self destructive behaviors I would engage in. At one time I remember thinking that cutting was the ONLY answer. But I got over that slowly, but I still did.
Some of the strategies I used were:
  • Wearing a rubber band on my wrist and snapping it instead of cutting.
  • I also used to draw with red marker lines where I would want to cut instead of cutting
  • I also would hold ice in the place I desired to cut because by holding it there it would hurt, but it would not leave scars.
Some other good strategies to keep in the back of your mind are:
 
  • Call a friend
  • Write (for me it was poems, but any form of expression is good)
  • Draw/Paint
  • Sing a song
  • Dance
  • Go for a walk
  • I have learned the importance of talking to people and the important role that friends play in your life.

 

  • Play a game.   
  • Talk to someone.
  • Bounce a ball
  • Drink water
  •  Stare at an object, and then make up a story about it
  • Write out all of your feelings and thoughts on a piece of paper and then rip it up
  • Go online
  • Write a letter
  • Chew gum
  • Lay down

It is important however to make sure that the coping skills you choose are not encouraging a negative behavior. For example, if you have an eating disorder you should not use going for a jog, playing your favorite sport, dancing, going for a walk, or excercising to cope. The same goes for someone who has OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder). You should not clean, organize things, or do the dishes. The list goes on...
For me, I found it useful to keep a log of all the coping skills I tried. I later went back and looked at what worked for me in certain situations and why.  
Make sure to include: 
  • How you feel before you use the coping skill (thoughts, feelings, urges, etc.)
  • Why you think you feel the way you do
  • What coping skill(s) you tried
  • How you feel afterwards
  • Urge monitoring (intensity of urges before and after coping skills are employed)
  • Whether or not you acted on your urges
  • How you felt before and after acting on urges and why
  • Whether or not you acted on your urges
  • How you felt before and after acting on urges, and why


2.  What was the best piece of healing advice you ever received?
The best piece of healing advice I ever got was from a therapist. She told me that "I had to accept the past but not forgive my abuser". During this time in my life I was so focused on my past and how unfair it was that I could barely function. Her words really sunk in and made me realize that I had to accept what happened to me. That did not mean, however, that I had to say that what happened to me was justified (because it wasn't) but that I had to do this for me. I had no control over what happened to me but I did have control over my future. Being stuck in the past made me forget that. I was letting the abuse control my life and I didn't have to.



3.  What was the worst piece of healing advice you ever received?
The worst piece of healing advice I ever got was from my own mother. She told me to just get over the abuse. She said it happened but it was over and to forget it. She also told me that it had to be our "family secret". This was not good advice because for a while I listened. I didn't know any better. I would not talk about what happened and I kept it all inside. Unfortunantly I did this for a long time and then when I went to college last year it ALL came out. I just couldnt hold it in anymore. I wish I had dealt with it years ago because it is something you will NEED to deal with at some point in your life. It doesnt magically go away (as nice as that would be)... the affects are still there. I am still plagued by the trust issues, control issues, relationship issues, etc. But I guess that is why I am still in therapy trying to work everything out.
 

4.  What were the three hardest obstacles to overcome?
 
1.  TRUST:  Trust was a HUGE issue for me. Being hurt by my parents, the people who were supposed to be there for me through thick and thing took its toll. I still have an extremely hard time trust people, especially men. I have lost many friends and boyfriends because I couldn't allow myself to trust them.

1.  MEN:  Being someone who was abused sexually and raped, I developed a fear of men in general. When I had my first boyfriend, I freaked out. Everytime he would do the simplest thing such as hug me, I would break down in tears. It was so hard because he took it personally and, since I couldn't express what was wrong, he would get frustrated and think that I didn't trust him. It was a vicious cycle that I am still trying to learn how to deal with.

3.  SELF BLAME:  For the longest time during and after the abuse I blamed myself. I thought everything was my fault. I thought if only I was prettier. If only I was skinnier. If only I was...the list continues. The fact that I had no support and that nobody believed me didn't help. I thought I was a failure which is why I went to great lengths with the eating disorder. Eventually, with the help of one amazing therapist, I learned that it was not my fault.  My mantra became, "The abuse was not my fault...I couldn't have done anything to prevent it". I seriously said that everyday for a year and it has finally sunk in.    


5.  Have you ever hit "rock bottom"?  What kept you going?
Yes, I have hit "rock bottom". I got into a state of depression where I refused to leave the house, thought that everything was my fault, refused to eat, everything. The thing that kept me going however was the fact that my cousin committed suicide and that my best friend passed away. I did not want to end up like them, especially since I had the choice! Instead I wanted to do everything that they did not get the chance to do.


6.  What does forgiveness mean to you?
Forgiveness is a word that I still struggle with defining today. I do not think I will EVER fogive my father for the abuse he put me through. However, I have learned to forgive a lot of other people for things they do. Sometimes people say I am too forgiving but, the thing is, I have been through so much that the things people consider BIG are, in my eyes, small and should not be focused on. For example, it is not worth losing my best friend over a guy. I also try to give people the benefit of the doubt in any given situation, and try to accept what happened and give them a second chance.


7.  When did you know that everything was going to be okay - that you were going to make it?
I learned that everything was going to be okay just this year at college. Yes, I still get in those boughts of time when I think everything is falling apart again and there is no point, but then I remember that it is my choice - my future. I learned this through my friends at college who accept me for who I am and treat me with respect. When my closest friends found out about the abuse they didn't leave me. Rejection being one of my biggest fears, this was shocking to me. It was at this point that I realized that not all people are going to abandon me and that there IS a point in reaching out and taking chances when it comes to trusting.

8.  Is there anything that you would like to say to someone just beginning their journey?
I just want people to know that there is HOPE and you DO HAVE CONTROL of your future. Also, make sure to reach out. These experiences will make you stronger and one day you will be able to help others going through the same thing. DONT GIVE UP!  YOU'RE STRONGER THAN YOUR ABUSER AND YOU DON'T NEED TO BE DEFINED BY THE ABUSE.


9.  If there was one piece of advise you would give, or on thing you would want the significant other, best friend, etc. of a survivor to keep in mind through out the survivors healing process what would that be?
My advice is that, "You have to get through the rain to see the rainbow".


POETRY

I will be the first to admit that the urges still come back. The urge to cut. The urge to starve. The urge to purge.  But I fight them all. I tell myself that I am not going back to that point in my life... I am stronger than that. One of the things that has helped me the most throughout everything would have to be poetry. Poetry is my passion... its something I can do. It is the one thing that lets me get all of my feelings out. Especially at those times when I feel like I've lost the power of my voice.

Dreaming About The Past
I am sleeping in my room,
Dreaming about all my lies
A girl is sitting on her bed,
Endless teardrops stain her eyes.

Broken smiles fade away,
Dirty hair locks frame her face.
Untold sorrows shade her eyes,
Spreading from a deeper place.

Steely eyes alive and sharp,
Crying out with all her might.
Yet she seems so far away,
Coward instinct, fight or flight.

Reddened towels drape across,
Each one soaked in blood and torn.
Self-harm in it's purest form,
Celebrating soul forlorn.

Angry welts adorn her wrists,
Bracelets of her broken skin.
Scattered remnants remind her
Of the girl that she had been.

Staring at my delusion,
I'm quaking with sudden fear.
She's not the stranger I thought.
The girl's identity is clear.

Suddenly, I give a grin,
Spreading fast from ear to ear.
Laughing now, maniacally,
Mocking what I thought was fear.

Teary eyes and breathless words,
Find I'm staring back at me.
Nice to see my reflection,
Scary how I used to be.

I sit up and rub my eyes,
Waking from the dream at last.
Gazing down at my own arms,
Scars are remnants of the past.

I'm not the girl from my dream,
That was who I was before.
Though I've given up my fight,
It's because I won the war.


Shadow
Speak to me, my precious�
Now tell me what you see�
I see a shadow in the corner
A shadow of what was me

I look into her eyes�
Her pain is all so clear
I wonder why she shakes like that
When anyone gets near

I long to hold her close�
To wish her fears away
And stay with her all through the night
Making sure that she's ok

But when I reach out towards�
The desperate girl I see�
I find I'm touching glass�
And that girl is really me

I look into her eyes�
I'm shocked by her despair
I see her sobbing in her room
Her parents unaware

Again I reach towards her�
The cold glass soothes her pain
I know that I must reach her now
Before she goes insane

But no matter how hard I try...
She's still on the other side
Reaching back towards my hands
Yet longing to run and hide

And now she looks so broken
As I smash the cold hard glass
I know that I must reach her�
And I know it must be fast

I see her falling pieces�
Distorted on the floor
Contorted in so many ways
She's broken now I'm sure

I reach out to the glass�
But she's gone from my own sight
I long to find her broken soul
I long to put it right

But I don't know how to save her
From what I have become
I try so hard to call her back
When she starts to run

Tonight I stare� in the glass�
And now I start to see�
Both of us come from my heart
We're a shadow of what was me�


The Skinny On Things
Cosmo Girl, soaps
And One Tree Hill
All give the image
Being young is a thrill

The fountain of youth
Is what we all seek
And if you don't look like them
You are labeled a freak

Blonde hair, blue eyes
A small waist and large breasts
You can be your own person
But must still look like the rest

I sit at home
And surf the TV
While false realizations
Stare back at me

We are told to be perfect
And some strive everyday
To make this goal happen
But they're just withering away

Their souls have been lost
In the chaos of it all
They don't eat to be thin
And wear heals to be tall

But I cannot blame them
I, too, fell in the trap
Dressing as I was shown
Thinking perfection would be a snap

Too much of the outside
Is what we see
But what's truly amazing
Is what's inside you and me

Shadow
Speak to me, my precious�
Now tell me what you see�
I see a shadow in the corner
A shadow of what was me

I look into her eyes�
Her pain is all so clear
I wonder why she shakes like that
When anyone gets near

I long to hold her close�
To wish her fears away
And stay with her all through the night
Making sure that she's ok

But when I reach out towards�
The desperate girl I see�
I find I'm touching glass�
And that girl is really me

I look into her eyes�
I'm shocked by her despair
I see her sobbing in her room
Her parents unaware

Again I reach towards her�
The cold glass soothes her pain
I know that I must reach her now
Before she goes insane

But no matter how hard I try...
She's still on the other side
Reaching back towards my hands
Yet longing to run and hide

And now she looks so broken
As I smash the cold hard glass
I know that I must reach her�
And I know it must be fast

I see her falling pieces�
Distorted on the floor
Contorted in so many ways
She's broken now I'm sure

I reach out to the glass�
But she's gone from my own sight
I long to find her broken soul
I long to put it right

But I don't know how to save her
From what I have become
I try so hard to call her back
When she starts to run

Tonight I stare� in the glass�
And now I start to see�
Both of us come from my heart
We're a shadow of what was me�

The Anorexic Light Shines Through
And baby, it scares me sometimes
And it suffocates me too
when I am on the road to recovery
The anorexic light shines through

Something clicks inside me
It switches my views around
And I try to see the beauty
But only worthlessness is found

And now I am back to square one
Stuck and thanking Ana for saving me
And it's lonely here and I am scared
Deep down I wish to be free

When will I be enough?
When will I snap out of this way of living
I worship and I live for you
But only heartache you are giving

You chose the perfect candidate
You knew I needed something to hold
You knew I would cling to your presence
Until my heart grew cold

And guess what, Ana?
You were right and in my eyes
You will be forever and always
But please listen to my cries

Because it scares me sometimes
Oh, and it suffocates me too
When I am on the road to recovery
The deathly anorexic light shines through


LETTER

Apologies To My Sixteen Year Old Self:
By now you probably think I have forgotten all about you -
Buried you away beneath better loved memories...
To be perfectly honest, I wish that I could.
But no, you haunt me endlessly...
I see that I have made such fatal mistakes
In reference to your precious dreams.
I know you had such high, sweet hopes;
Such faith in me to let you soar.
Somehow, I must have blocked your sunlight
And so suddenly it seemed to me,
Yet, so slowly it must have been...
I lost you
To my own neglect.
I've wasted away all the chances
To make your dreams come true...
You wanted me to be someone -
Someone who made a difference.
You wanted me to stand up for you,
To show the world all you had to give.
You never would have settled for second best...
Or lived with second thoughts...
Now here I am -
Everything you did not want -
Just another regretful soul
Blending in with the ordinary that surrounds her,
Unable to be anything more than
Sorry...

Melissa Mooney (Week of Monday Oct. 02, 2006)

Monday, October 2, 2006 at 07:50PM
Posted by Registered CommenterJoanna M. Doane in

BIOGRAPHY

 

My name is Melissa Mooney, and I am 21 years old. I began therapy for, what used to be, Multiple Personality Disorder when I was 7 with a very renowned psychologist in the field of child-hood trauma disorders. After a year or so, I began to trust her enough to hint at some things that were going on at home. My parents found out, and took me out of therapy. I returned to my life of pain and secrecy. I was freed from that place at 14, and put into foster-care, which wasn't much better. After 30 placements in 5 years, and absolutely no one who understood me, I decided that it was time for me to heal. I returned to the same psychologist I had worked with when I was 7, and began the hardest work of my life.


Like Pandora's Box had been opened, I was flooded with memories that had been suppressed, and parts who needed to be heard. At first I tried to stifle them, and squash the memories. It was too painful, and I hadn't established the trust necessary to process them with my psychologist. Eventually, I accepted that my parts were part of me, and that we could not live in conflict if we wanted to heal. I found ways to establish communication, and safely vent what they held deep inside. We all learned various coping mechanisms for different situations, and continue to use them.


Upon making the ultimate decision to be a survivor, and not a victim, I completed multiple college applications and essays from a trauma disorders unit quiet room, and was accepted to all but one. I am now in my junior year at the College of Notre Dame of Maryland earning my B.A. in Elementary Education. I have already worked in the classroom, and for the first time can say that I have found my place. I love what I do, and have never been happier. I still have my ups and downs, but I continue to work hard in therapy.

www.myspace.com/motleyprism



Q & A

1.  What is your favorite coping skill?

My favorite coping skill is the use of imagery- I can use it for just about anything, whether