Affirmation 12/11/17

Friend, you cannot control what anyone else thinks of you, says about you, believes about you. You can control what you think of you, say about you, believe about you. Choose to love yourself. Look at how far you’ve come, what you’ve accomplished, what’s you’ve powered through. People may think what they want, but they’ll never know where you started. You’re doing beautifully.

I’m glad you’re here.

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Affirmation 11/20/17

Deep breath. With each inhale bring in peace. With each exhale let go of worry. Inhale calm. Exhale doubt. Inhale joy. Exhale pain. Let each breath release self-destruction into the floor. Be fortified by a new day. You are in control of today.

I’m glad you’re here.

Affirmation 11/7/17

You are in control. Deep breath. Slow, even breath. You are in control. You control your actions. You control your thoughts. You control your feelings. You are in control. No one can take that from you. You are in control.

I’m glad you’re here.

Adventure in Control

Abuse comes in a lot of different forms. **trigger warning** This post will mention, though not explicitly describe the concept of rape.

 

A few years ago I started regularly seeing someone. He went to a church that I used to attend. He came to a show I did with some friends. He started liking all of the things I posted on social media, I guess to get my attention?

We started seeing each other a couple of times a week. I’m a very punctual person. I believe that being habitually late tells people my time is more valuable than mine, and I hardly believe my time matters at all, so I try to be early. He, on the other hand, would be half an hour to two hours late without explanation every time I saw him.

One night I had purchased tickets for an event that he had interest in. It was the least I could after dinners and things. He also didn’t have a car at the time, so I had to drive out of town to pick him up. I drove around his town for two hours waiting for him to come home. Ten minutes before he arrived at home he said “I’m on my way back from *wherever the hell he’d gone.* I just need to shower and change.” He was insistent we drive up to the show that was now almost over to see if we could still get in. I said, “No. That’s not how theatre works. We missed the beginning; we missed it all.” We ended up driving all the way back to his town to watch a movie. We didn’t have to make that trip at all.

He had given me a pair of pants to mend for him, which was fine with me. But one day, the information about my assaults and the way I’d spun out after that was not okay with him. Over a text he broke up with me. He didn’t want to see me. He still won’t acknowledge I exist if we’re standing next to each other in line to see something.

The problem was that I still had those pants. For weeks. About once a week he would text me that he wanted to come pick them up. I would wait, for hours because I just wanted rid of them. Hours later he would say “oh I just went home because of y.” I’d have someone in my apartment, so he wouldn’t feel like he could stay. I’d sit outside in the rain. I’d wait.

This was his way of maintaining control over me. To still be able to dictate what my life was.

Eventually, I got fed up and drove to his town with several other unwanted pairs of pants and threw them all over his yard in the middle of the night. (I highly recommend pantsing someone’s yard. The thud pants make when they hit the ground is very satisfying.)

I’ve lately been trying to walk away from an emotionally abusive situation. He once checked on my cat so he was given a key. He still has that key and has put a lot of work into making sure he just can’t quite get it back to me, which leads to sleeplessness.

He said I could have two whole bars in town. Granted, they’re the only places I really go, but on a recent occasion where I went to one of those two bars, one of his friends said “you’re not welcome here.” I stared. “You know why.” I didn’t, but I’m pretty decent at social math. Nonetheless, it remained that was one of my spaces. He had the entire town at his disposal. Still as a courtesy I let him know I’d be there for a show. I’d stay at the show. I wouldn’t be seen. So naturally he had already had plans to be there and made sure I felt guilty for even thinking about going. He’d change his plans, he pouted. He didn’t. He didn’t change his plans, and I uncomfortably cried during a show I was trying to enjoy.

The key has been attempted to be retrieved on several occasions, but there’s always a reason it doesn’t make it to me. This is control. This is a power play.

Abuse has so much to do with control. Assault has so much to do with control. Rape is about control and power.

In dealing with my most recent rape, I made a joke about all of the weight I’ve been gaining and how often I’ve been raped. “How fat do I have to get to stop being raped?” This was called out as fat shaming. If it was, it was shaming me. It was also called out that I was saying fat people aren’t desirable. I’ve never been more disgusted that someone would think rape had one fragment to do with desire. It doesn’t. It has nothing to do with desire. That’s why it doesn’t matter how fat I get, how much or little I’m covered, how drunk or sober I am, how old or young I am. It has nothing to do with those things. Nothing. It is about control.

I haven’t been sleeping. He has my key and the power still to keep me from sleep. Control and abuse comes in a lot of forms. Right now it’s little cuts and bruises in my mind that don’t get to heal.

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Affirmation 9/18/17

You control your steps. You control your actions. You control your thoughts. It’s easy to let other people speak into how you should feel or act. Act and feel however you need to. You are in control of you. You are in control.

I’m glad you’re here.

Affirmation 8/18/17

You are not the past. You are not your pains. You are not deep-set hurts. You are not the actions of others. You are beautiful and powerful and strong and doing spectacular things. Do not let the hurts of the past control you. Remember them. Learn from them. Grow from them. They do not define you. You are so much more than a year ago, a week ago, a day ago. You’re remarkable.

I’m glad you’re here.

Affirmation 7/28/17

Hi, friend. Just checking in to give you some important reminders.
You are in control of your actions, and while some days your thoughts may do what they please, they are still yours.
You are worthy of love and kindness. Do not withhold it from yourself. It is okay to love yourself, to be kind to yourself.
You are valid. Your thoughts and feelings. Your person. You are valid.

I’m glad you’re here.