Sexual Abuse Support Group
Sexual abuse is a relative cultural term used to describe sexual relations and behavior between two or more parties which are considered criminally and/or morally offensive. Different types of sexual abuse involve: Non-consensual, forced physical sexual behavior such as rape, incest or sexual assault, or psychological forms of abuse, such as verbal sexual behavior or...
i wrote a post yesterday about healing, the idea was from my therapist.She told me if you dont know what healing looks like for you, how will you know when you get there? What does it look like for you. She told me not to add "I wont" and "I dont" they are negative words but positive "I will" I am"
I think it good for us all to make a plan for what it looks like to be healed from this.
I think it good for us all to make a plan for what it looks like to be healed from this.
The Boy Warrior :
You came as a thief in the night.
A cowards heroics.
And took all that was dear to me,
Never asking just taking.
You followed in the shadows all the days of my life,
But, now I see you, no more places for you to hide,
You were the monsters chasing me in my dreams,
And will no more.
For out of the ashes of the life you took,
Came something you cannot take.
The courage of a child!
The love of a child!
Or the spirit of a child!
Yes you took so much.
And you still follow and torment me in my moments of weakness.
So many times you wore me down, and each time I would fight you back.
For so long I fought you to a stalemate, never winning never loosing.
Me at the edge of the prissiest,
And you always managing to take more ground.
Never satisfied,
Greed with no bounds.
Always trying to push me over the edge, and close you came many a time.
How clever you thought you were!
How blind you are by your own ignorance.
Only a fool wouldnt know.
That out of the destruction comes creation!
Yes my old nemesis, my life long companion.
You did create something!
You made me!
I am the sum of your trials.
You are part of me.
I accept you are part of my life.
I accept you have taken all that is dear to me.
I accept you made the Boy Warrior!!!
Did you believe I would never find him again?
That eight year old boy, I left behind so many years ago.
It is he who carried me thru life!
It is he who pushed you when I could not!
It was he who loved when I wanted to hate!
It was he who cried when I could not!
It is he who opened my eye to you!
It is he who would not give up on me when I gave up on him!
Yes you hurt me.
But you did not destroy me or him.
We stand together now.
We fight side by side you have lost!
Yes see what you have made!
You know the bad but what of the good?
You know not my measure of love
Compassion,
Generosity,
My spirit, love of life and people!
Or my unwavering faith.
You know not my willingness to do the right thing regardless of the cost.
No you dont know me!
And you never will.
I will morn my loses.
And rejoice for my life.
There are no more shadows.
As we walk in the light of our soul now.
A soul of an eight year old boy and a 53 year old man who became the boy warrior.
A boy whos smile lights the way,
As we forever embrace and walk the path of life as one.
Whole again.