I share my blog for everyone. For those who also suffer from Abuse/Incest. I hope that by writing my feelings, my poetry on my abuse as a child, will help and encourage you and to let you know that YOU ARE NEVER TO BLAME FOR WHAT HAPPENED..We were innocent children, the abuser is always at blame. Please leave me a comment so I know you were here..thank you. look forward to hearing from you.
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Sunday, October 14, 2012
SEEING THROUGH TH EYES OF A CHILD
Beautiful watercolour painting by Michal Madison
Often, parents don't look inside the eyes of their child, they don't see the sadness that is there, or may just turn a blind eye to it. I myself, as a little child have heard my parents argue and fight, although there was never any physical abuse between them, it still hurt me so bad inside. I held it all inside of me,
Beautiful watercolour painting by Michal Madison
www.MichalMadisonArt.net/galleries.html
SEEING THROUGH THE EYES OF A CHILD
How often do we really see through the eyes of a child? How often do we ignore what we are seeing? Not asking what is wrong, thinking that "oh well they are just having a bad day." They may show signs of sadness, helplessness, and a general feeling of loneliness. They may feel afraid, feeling unsafe. A child may keep to themselves, too afraid to say what is bothering them. Maybe they have been bullied or have no friends at school. We need to really look into their eyes. The eyes speak to us, can often tell us how someone is feeling.
Often, parents don't look inside the eyes of their child, they don't see the sadness that is there, or may just turn a blind eye to it. I myself, as a little child have heard my parents argue and fight, although there was never any physical abuse between them, it still hurt me so bad inside. I held it all inside of me,
It scared me and made me very sad inside, often thinking it was my fault, that I was to blame for some of the arguing that went on. I would hide in my room, put a pillow over my head so I didn't have to hear my mother screaming. She was the one who did 99% of the yelling.
It scared me and made me very sad inside, often thinking it was my fault, that I was to blame for some of the arguing that went on. I would hide in my room, put a pillow over my head so I didn't have to hear my mother screaming. She was the one who did 99% of the yelling.
I remember one time my mother walked out of the house after they argued, and I didn't know if she was coming back or not. This was very traumatizing for me, as I was only about 5 at the time,
My brother and I would keep asking our dad when she was coming home but he never answered. I was left alone with my dad and my brother, and I can remember one incidence where he would come into my room to tuck me in, and started tickling me, then his hand touched me on my genitals and asked me if it tickled. Me being me, I didn't answer him, hoping he would leave quickly. That little girl in me was very scared, unsure of what had happened. So I was caught in a situation where my mother had left (I think it was for a week, which seemed a lifetime), and now my father had the chance to abuse me sexually whenever he felt like it because she wasn't there.
If only they both had looked inside my eyes, to see the look of sadness that was there. As I look back on this now, I have an understanding about why I may have been so solemn and quiet. How many other children have this same feeling inside of them? How many eyes are being ignored? How many parents are not seeing the signs of a child being abused? It hurts me to see that so many little ones are going through this, are being ignored or told to just get over feelings that make them sad. No child should be ignored, no child should feel sad, scared to tell. But when they are ignored at home, why would they bother to tell? I didn't, I felt often times abandoned, that my feelings never mattered. But a child's feelings matter just as much as an adults.....Because as they grow up, all the hurt feelings build up causing so many other ailments, depression can set in if it already hasn't. Suicide, because they feel no one hears them.. Please, look into the eyes of a little child, before it's too late. Their eyes tell a story~ Will YOU be there for them?
Mary Graziano ©
Edited April 4, 2014
Artwork by my wonderful friend
Michal Madison ©
www.MichalMadisonArt.net/galleries
I remember one time my mother walked out of the house after they argued, and I didn't know if she was coming back or not. This was very traumatizing for me, as I was only about 5 at the time,
My brother and I would keep asking our dad when she was coming home but he never answered. I was left alone with my dad and my brother, and I can remember one incidence where he would come into my room to tuck me in, and started tickling me, then his hand touched me on my genitals and asked me if it tickled. Me being me, I didn't answer him, hoping he would leave quickly. That little girl in me was very scared, unsure of what had happened. So I was caught in a situation where my mother had left (I think it was for a week, which seemed a lifetime), and now my father had the chance to abuse me sexually whenever he felt like it because she wasn't there.
If only they both had looked inside my eyes, to see the look of sadness that was there. As I look back on this now, I have an understanding about why I may have been so solemn and quiet. How many other children have this same feeling inside of them? How many eyes are being ignored? How many parents are not seeing the signs of a child being abused? It hurts me to see that so many little ones are going through this, are being ignored or told to just get over feelings that make them sad. No child should be ignored, no child should feel sad, scared to tell. But when they are ignored at home, why would they bother to tell? I didn't, I felt often times abandoned, that my feelings never mattered. But a child's feelings matter just as much as an adults.....Because as they grow up, all the hurt feelings build up causing so many other ailments, depression can set in if it already hasn't. Suicide, because they feel no one hears them.. Please, look into the eyes of a little child, before it's too late. Their eyes tell a story~ Will YOU be there for them?
Mary Graziano ©
Artwork by my wonderful friend
Michal Madison ©
www.MichalMadisonArt.net/galleries
Through the Eyes Of A Child
What do you see
I said to her
I see much sadness
Of faces with tears,
The look in their eyes
Shows so much pain
I see the terror
Of all their fears.
What would you change,
If ever you could
I would take away their pain
And hold them tight
And give them hope,
That they never had
Take away their fears
From the darkness of night.
What do you feel
I asked of her
I feel the presence
Of danger close by,
The shivers of fear
That makes them weep
I wish I could answer
Their questions...why.
Why would you
Take it upon yourself
To do these things,
To set them right,
Because I know
The pain they feel
I know of their sadness
For which they can't fight
But how do you know
These things I said
You were not there,
You did not see,
In them I saw
Myself, she said
Stuck in time,
I can't get free.
Now that you see
Through the eyes of a child
Can you stop the blame
For yourself inside,
I've tried so hard
To tell myself
The blame is not mine,
I needn't hide.
It's not your fault,
I gently told her
Blame needs to be put
On him instead,
I know you are right
Is what she said
Dear God, I thank you
As she bowed her head.
Mary Graziano ©
Edited April 4, 2014
Artwork by my wonderful friend
Michal Madison ©
www.MichalMadisonArt.net/galleries.html
Monday, October 8, 2012
NIGHTMARES
As survivors of childhood abuse, we often think that we are now free from our nightmares. How so very wrong this is. WE can go along for a long time and think that we are "nightmare free", then all of a sudden, we go to bed, fall asleep and it starts all over again. It feels so wrong, so crippling. We are caught by the demons of the night. Abusing us all over again, we can't struggle to free ourselves, we are in it for the duration of the horrible nightmare, we can't escape, the demons have won.
These nightmares are so very real, grabbing hold of our very being our very soul, reliving the past, the abuser again sabotaged our lives. When we awake, we are frightened, we are feeling trapped again crying out for help, to be rid of the demons that destroyed us once before and are now trying to destroy us again,
little by little, piece by piece.
I had these nightmares two nights in a row. Last night I chose to stay awake because I was afraid of the consequences of what might happen. I didn't want to face the demons of the night again and couldn't let them win again.
Why do we let them control us? Even in our sleep? We need to take a deep look inside ourselves, and help ourselves to realize that "it's just a nightmare, it can't hurt us." Oh how many times I have said that to a victim and survivor. We can't let the demons control our lives day in and day out.
Looking deep into myself, I need to tell myself I am not that little girl any more, he can't control me now. That little girl is all grown up. Tell my inner child that we are now one, that together we are stronger than the demons, that we have the say as to who controls our body, our mind. It is up to us. By doing this we can become strong, we will see that the demons can't hurt us any more. I was devastated that I had these nightmares. I didn't think as a survivor that I would have these nightmares again and again, that they were gone never to return.
Even as a survivor we are still healing, still climbing to the top of that mountain. We will struggle with different aspects of our abuse, but we have the control now, not the demons that try and overtake our nights. I realize now how wrong I was, to put myself down, that I wasn't strong enough to face these nightmares, but I am strong enough, I have the control, just didn't see it. At the time my inner self and I are one. Together we can stand tall, we have the control.
written by Mary Graziano
Sept. 2012
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