This is a heavier topic today.
A lot of my topics lately have been pretty intense in the fact that they relate to sexuality, and marital intimacy.
I'm sure that many people are wondering exactly WHY I have suddenly (in the last 2 years) become so heavily involved with my Pure Romance business and sexual wellness and intimacy. I'll explain it to you.
**Warning here** I'm definitely going to share some experiences that are not so pretty to read. I won't be graphic with the details of the abuse, but I will absolutely be raw with the emotions that I experienced and the process that I've gone through during my short lifetime to get to where I am now.
**The Real Warning** This may be a trigger post for many, so I am truly sorry if this makes you relive trauma that you weren't prepared to deal with right now. I do hope though that IF this does trigger you, and you feel the need to share, I would love to hear from other survivors. I absolutely cannot offer professional help, but I can offer empathy to the situation.
Many of you may know that I was adopted. I talk very openly about my adoption and the fact that I absolutely believe I found a part of my family that I had been missing for a long time. I had the unique experience of being adopted at the age of 12, and prior to that living with my biological family. I LOVE my family (biological and adopted alike). In fact, I don't generally distinguish between the two. They are all my family, and they all love an accept me just the same.
^^^ That's the important part about my adoption. ^^^
Now the experience that I really wanted to talk about. At a young age (around 9, I can't be 100% sure) My family sublet our garage apartment to someone that my mom had known for quite some time. This wasn't some stranger that simply showed up one day. This was someone who, In my opinion, was known and trusted.
One night, I remember waking up to him sitting at the foot of my bed. He quickly shushed and reassured me that everything was alright.
Everything.was.not.alright.
That was the first night that I had ever experienced any sort of sexual contact.
I was 9.
This went on for a while. I let it, and I always felt guilty for my own trauma.
Deep down I knew that I could have stopped it at some point, but in my mind, I was also made to believe by my aggressor that if I allowed it to happened to me, that he would avoid my younger brother. Hindsight being 20/20 that was no guarantee of anything.
This was someone who abused my trust, and my family's trust time and time again.
I remember the day that we moved out of that house. It was a day with so many conflicting feeling for me. On the one hand, I felt sad to be leaving my home, my family, the life I had known as long as I could remember.
On the other hand, I was finally free of the perpetrator... or so I thought.
Fast forward to High School.. I was nerdy, and unattractive, and that suited me because nobody paid any attention to me. I didn't have to face any of the abuse from earlier in my life. I know that for many victims of sexual assault and rape, that this isn't necessarily the case. They try to find their identity in an over sexualized, hormone-filled world that is high school, and they struggle, and they overcompensate.
I'm not saying I didn't feel these feelings. Looking back, I definitely did, but for the time being, I simply tried to be as invisible as possible. I felt like I wasn't worthy of being friends with the wholesome girls. I wasn't wholesome. I wasn't even whole.
I wasn't bad enough to be a bad girl. I didn't want to be.
I was in limbo. Sometimes I was good enough for my friends, and sometimes I wasn't. Sometimes I was too much drama because I was refusing to address the real issues, and sometimes I had the wrong response all together.
The fact of the matter was. I still carried so much guilt for what I had been through. And I couldn't talk to anyone about it, because we don't talk about these sorts of things. We don't talk about sex when it's not enveloped in the uncomfortable undertones of shame, much less when it is.
I remember going to Sunday school and hearing the comparison of sexual purity being like a nice white picket fence. When you engage in sexual acts that's like putting a nail into the fence, and yes, you can seek repentance and remove the nail, but then there's a hole that you can't fill.
Being an adult now, I know that you can get wood filler and you can absolutely fill that hole. You don't need to feel damaged for the rest of your life because of a crime perpetrated against you as a child, but at the time, I fully believed that there was some shame that I would have to carry with me for the rest of my life. I believed that my worth was lessened because of the trauma that I had endured.
Fast forward again. I got married at 19 to the first guy who showed any real interest in me. We had our issues, and I was not equipped to deal with them. It ended in nasty divorce and an attempt to end my own life.
Thankfully, I wasn't successful, because down the road, I would find out that I absolutely was still valuable. I am so grateful for that knowledge and the fact that I wasn't successful in ending my short life on such a low note.
I have since remarried, and I now have a beautiful family, but that didn't fix everything. I still struggled with my internal view of my worth. I struggled with being intimate like many do--not only because of my trauma, but because of my stage of life, having recently had a baby, taking anti depressants, taking birth control, etc. It's all been something that I have had to deal with.
I had to wrap my head around the fact that these issues were absolutely NOT a punishment for what happened earlier on in my life. These were normal things that happen to women.
So when Pure Romance came into my life, and I saw an opportunity to educate women about their bodies, help them feel more emotional satisfaction from their most intimates relationships, and empower them to ask questions and have conversations, I took the leap.
It is now a part of my mission in life to make sure that women everywhere know that they are still valuable regardless of trauma or even poor choices on their part.
There is no reason that we should carry this shame, and disdain for ourselves throughout our lives.
We are valuable.
We are worth it.
We are women, not victims.
Please share.
A lot of my topics lately have been pretty intense in the fact that they relate to sexuality, and marital intimacy.
I'm sure that many people are wondering exactly WHY I have suddenly (in the last 2 years) become so heavily involved with my Pure Romance business and sexual wellness and intimacy. I'll explain it to you.
**Warning here** I'm definitely going to share some experiences that are not so pretty to read. I won't be graphic with the details of the abuse, but I will absolutely be raw with the emotions that I experienced and the process that I've gone through during my short lifetime to get to where I am now.
**The Real Warning** This may be a trigger post for many, so I am truly sorry if this makes you relive trauma that you weren't prepared to deal with right now. I do hope though that IF this does trigger you, and you feel the need to share, I would love to hear from other survivors. I absolutely cannot offer professional help, but I can offer empathy to the situation.
Many of you may know that I was adopted. I talk very openly about my adoption and the fact that I absolutely believe I found a part of my family that I had been missing for a long time. I had the unique experience of being adopted at the age of 12, and prior to that living with my biological family. I LOVE my family (biological and adopted alike). In fact, I don't generally distinguish between the two. They are all my family, and they all love an accept me just the same.
^^^ That's the important part about my adoption. ^^^
Now the experience that I really wanted to talk about. At a young age (around 9, I can't be 100% sure) My family sublet our garage apartment to someone that my mom had known for quite some time. This wasn't some stranger that simply showed up one day. This was someone who, In my opinion, was known and trusted.
One night, I remember waking up to him sitting at the foot of my bed. He quickly shushed and reassured me that everything was alright.
Everything.was.not.alright.
That was the first night that I had ever experienced any sort of sexual contact.
I was 9.
This went on for a while. I let it, and I always felt guilty for my own trauma.
Deep down I knew that I could have stopped it at some point, but in my mind, I was also made to believe by my aggressor that if I allowed it to happened to me, that he would avoid my younger brother. Hindsight being 20/20 that was no guarantee of anything.
This was someone who abused my trust, and my family's trust time and time again.
I remember the day that we moved out of that house. It was a day with so many conflicting feeling for me. On the one hand, I felt sad to be leaving my home, my family, the life I had known as long as I could remember.
On the other hand, I was finally free of the perpetrator... or so I thought.
Fast forward to High School.. I was nerdy, and unattractive, and that suited me because nobody paid any attention to me. I didn't have to face any of the abuse from earlier in my life. I know that for many victims of sexual assault and rape, that this isn't necessarily the case. They try to find their identity in an over sexualized, hormone-filled world that is high school, and they struggle, and they overcompensate.
I'm not saying I didn't feel these feelings. Looking back, I definitely did, but for the time being, I simply tried to be as invisible as possible. I felt like I wasn't worthy of being friends with the wholesome girls. I wasn't wholesome. I wasn't even whole.
I wasn't bad enough to be a bad girl. I didn't want to be.
I was in limbo. Sometimes I was good enough for my friends, and sometimes I wasn't. Sometimes I was too much drama because I was refusing to address the real issues, and sometimes I had the wrong response all together.
The fact of the matter was. I still carried so much guilt for what I had been through. And I couldn't talk to anyone about it, because we don't talk about these sorts of things. We don't talk about sex when it's not enveloped in the uncomfortable undertones of shame, much less when it is.
I remember going to Sunday school and hearing the comparison of sexual purity being like a nice white picket fence. When you engage in sexual acts that's like putting a nail into the fence, and yes, you can seek repentance and remove the nail, but then there's a hole that you can't fill.
Being an adult now, I know that you can get wood filler and you can absolutely fill that hole. You don't need to feel damaged for the rest of your life because of a crime perpetrated against you as a child, but at the time, I fully believed that there was some shame that I would have to carry with me for the rest of my life. I believed that my worth was lessened because of the trauma that I had endured.
Fast forward again. I got married at 19 to the first guy who showed any real interest in me. We had our issues, and I was not equipped to deal with them. It ended in nasty divorce and an attempt to end my own life.
Thankfully, I wasn't successful, because down the road, I would find out that I absolutely was still valuable. I am so grateful for that knowledge and the fact that I wasn't successful in ending my short life on such a low note.
I have since remarried, and I now have a beautiful family, but that didn't fix everything. I still struggled with my internal view of my worth. I struggled with being intimate like many do--not only because of my trauma, but because of my stage of life, having recently had a baby, taking anti depressants, taking birth control, etc. It's all been something that I have had to deal with.
I had to wrap my head around the fact that these issues were absolutely NOT a punishment for what happened earlier on in my life. These were normal things that happen to women.
So when Pure Romance came into my life, and I saw an opportunity to educate women about their bodies, help them feel more emotional satisfaction from their most intimates relationships, and empower them to ask questions and have conversations, I took the leap.
It is now a part of my mission in life to make sure that women everywhere know that they are still valuable regardless of trauma or even poor choices on their part.
There is no reason that we should carry this shame, and disdain for ourselves throughout our lives.
We are valuable.
We are worth it.
We are women, not victims.
Please share.