Reasons to be Angry

I listened to an NPR podcast about anger the other day called, Screaming into the Void. I’ve been thinking about the outrage/shame culture on social media as well as the distorted thinking that results when the brain is flooded with anger and that anger is shared and spread on social media.

First, I’m going to get vulnerable. The attacks against Rojava and the Kurdish people in Northern Syria has made me more angry than anything has in a while. Anger happens when something happens that is wrong and also should not have happened. If we had a competent president, this would NOT have happened. I’ve also felt ashamed of my country for betraying an ally. I’ve felt afraid of the possible consequences of this geopolitical debacle. I’ve also felt confused and alone and powerless. I’ve also been grieving for the pain of people I care about. That’s a lot of emotion!

I am going to get more vulnerable. I’ve been caught up in the anger and shame culture of social media more than once. Twitter is especially hard for me to manage as the entire platform is fueled by outrage. I’ve fallen into several traps. Most recently, I posted a picture on Facebook that I came across on Twitter only to realize later that the picture was not what I had been led to believe. All the self-righteousness fury was taken out of my sails as the humiliating reality set in that I had been fooled.

I try to be really careful what I consume as news. I pride myself on checking and double checking to make sure something is authentic, but something about the picture I came across seemed to connect with the emotions I was feeling and I didn’t even think to verify it. I just saved it and then shared what I had read. I’ve never had to issue a retraction before and since I’m not a real journalist, I don’t know how to do it anyway.

So there you go. I’ve been vulnerable about my own foibles when it comes to disinformation! What is disinformation? It is something of a modern concept that has arisen in the information/social media age that involves the cherry picking of actual facts, exaggerations, and falsehoods to create a believable string of lies.

We are living in a culture where disinformation is rampant. Wading through massive amounts of online information and disinformation can result in confusion, conflict, and eventually cynicism. I remember a conversation I had with my parents. It went something like this.

“Mom, I’ve known about the Steele Dossier since it first came out. It was started as opposition research by the political right to take down Donald Trump in the primary. After that the Democrats took over.”

She replied something like, “No, it was Fusion GPS that paid for the dossier and it was proven to be a complete pack of lies. Fusion GPS was a shell company that Hilary Clinton used to hide behind.”

I became frustrated, “I’ve never heard of Fusion GPS. What the heck is that!?! The dossier was compiled by Christopher Steele, a reputable Russia expert and British spy. He’s basically James Bond and everybody wants to make him out to be some crook!”

And on we went. Each confused by the other person and their set of fake news “facts.” After doing some research, I realized I didn’t know as much about the dossier as I thought I did. It turns out my mom knew something I didn’t! Fusion GPS did fund the dossier. It was a shell company. My mom was right about that particular thing although we still disagree about whether the dossier was produced in good faith and had anything worth investigating. In this case, I didn’t know as much as I thought I did. My own store of knowledge on the subject had deceived me into believing that I had all the knowledge when I actually didn’t. I’ve thought a lot about that conversation and tried to stay more humble and open minded. When I start thinking I am in possession of all the facts, sometimes I miss important things or dismiss another person’s valid perspective. Those are things I’m working on.

One of the hardest things I’ve had to learn as I’ve been using my voice more is to give myself permission to make mistakes. If I get angry and cause a kerfuffle on Facebook, I go back to the old patterns of thinking that I am all wrong and should never have said anything or given myself permission to feel anything. Then I get depressed and angry at myself. That anger directed at myself is so toxic.

When I express my emotions and my views and my words effect others, they are responsible for the way they deal with that. If they choose to blame and shame me, they can’t be my friends. If they don’t respect my right to express my views in my own way, they can’t be my friends. That includes insisting that I am always “nice.” I’m not a nice person. I am me. If you don’t like me, that’s okay. No one has to be my friend. My circle of friends is getting smaller, but that’s okay. Life isn’t a popularity contest. All I need are a few good friends who will stand by me in the rough times. I have that cluster of friends and I am blessed.

Eventually I will probably be able to widen my circle again to include people I can’t be with right now. Once I’m stronger and I’m more confident in my boundaries and myself, I can allow my compassion to run freely again. My biggest problem is, I care too much. I love too much. I project my own characteristics onto others and often, the reflection I see isn’t real. Some people don’t have very much empathy or self-awareness. Some people can’t be trusted in the sensitive places of my heart. That’s a hard lesson for me to learn.

As one of the few within my social group who has been willing or had the desire to speak out against the authoritarian cancer that has infected the political right, I play an important role in what Elder M. Russel Ballard has asked us to do: to pray for our nation, learn about our nation’s founding, and follow the spirit to know what to do to help our country in her hour of need. Who knows but that God has given me a voice for such a time as this!

Satan is also working hard. The forces of darkness rage against the norms and laws that have kept us free and prosperous. I’ve never seen so much conflict and division! Just yesterday on Twitter Donald Trump called the Never Trump people “human scum” and demanded that his administration discriminate against them when hiring. This is illegal, but lately that isn’t much of a surprise. The President has no respect for laws which he believes himself to be above. His supporters either choose not to see it or they just don’t care.

The truth seems to be more and more obscure and unattainable. Facts are shifting under our feet on a superhighway of sand. I am battle weary from speaking uncomfortable truths into the void of social media. My anger is spent. Its time for others to step into the gap. Ignorance is a comfortable choice, but truth can be found. Our Lord and Savior knows all things. I know that He has not abandoned his people. I know that he can reveal to each of us what we need to know in these troubled times. We are enough to save our nation. With His help, I know we can preserve and defend our constitution against this unprecedented onslaught.

It is a time of choosing. Do we believe in Democracy and the rule of the people? Do we believe in our message to the world of liberty and equality under the law? Do we have the confidence that we can win fairly in elections using our own ideas and power of persuasion without interference from hostile foreign nations? Do we have the courage to look within our own factions and parties to align ourselves with the truth before we point the finger of blame at our adversaries? If we do, it is time to speak up for what is right. It’s time to start treating our political opponents fairly. Its time to insist that our elected representatives behave civilly and follow the law. It is time. A time of choosing.

One Nation, Under God

Nancy Pelosi confronts President Trump after enduring his abusive comments toward her and other Democrats.

Even I was surprised when I heard that Elijah Cummings and Mark Meadows were good friends.  In our polarized times, it seems impossible that such a relationship could exist. A black democrat and a white republican seem to have every reason these days to hate and demonize one another, and yet they were friends.

Left and right, black and white, rich and poor, intelligent and simple, we are all Americans.  In leaving the Republican Party when Donald Trump received the nomination, some were puzzled or critical of my decision.  My rationale for leaving the party was that I couldn’t be a part of an organization whose leader I disagreed with so fundamentally.  If I did, I was worried about where that would lead. I had already seen my friends become more rigid and angry since Trump’s rise. Would I change in those ways as well if I decided to support Trump? When you choose a leader you disagree fundamentally with, you begin to tolerate and justify that leader.  Once you compromise those principles, you’ve crossed a line that is very difficult to come back from.

In the past two and a half years, I have felt increasingly alone in my political beliefs.  Wandering in this ideological wasteland of isolation has been good for me, in the end. I realize what my core political identity is now.  I am an American. I used to be a Republican, but in shedding that label, I have begun to see people instead of parties. In seeing the different shades and hues of ideology in our political landscape, I’ve begun to see that like light and darkness need one another in a good drawing, the political left needs the political right.  And the political right needs the political left.

The left needs a strong right that holds traditional values sacrosanct; that insists that sometimes war is right and necessary, even if it comes with great sacrifice; that reminds us that the government is not the solution to every societal problem; that kindles the belief that America is special and has a duty to lead the world in spreading freedom.

The right needs a strong left that advocates for minorities, reveals corruption, draws our eye to injustice, and pulls us back from excessive war and foreign entanglements.  We need a left that reminds us that scientific advancement and research needs to inform our values which may need to be adjusted with changing times.

Like a stroke that paralyzes half of a body, the right side of our nation is not functioning.  Trumpism has infected the political right and the ship of state is in danger of capsizing. This has put additional pressure onto the political left which has had to compensate.  Adam Schiff, the chair of the House Intelligence Committee, is left to defend the F.B.I. and their investigations. Nancy Pelosi must school the President on the necessity of a U.S. presence in the Middle East.  I have been impressed with the way in which these two have adapted to their new roles. A remarkable picture of Nancy Pelosi standing while pointing an indicting finger at the President as she seems to say, “With you, all roads lead to Putin!” struck me with power when I saw it yesterday.  Who would have thought a Democrat would ever say such a thing to a Republican President? Yet here we are.

Like Nancy Pelosi, Elijah Cummings was a Democratic leader I have come to admire and appreciate in these turbulent times.  I am truly sorry he is gone, not just because he was a prominent person and he was loved, but because I fear that he may be one of a dying breed.  I hope that the up and coming politicians like Devin Nunes and Alexandra Occasio-Cortez can learn to find common ground like those before them have done.  I hope that the transactional politics void of bipartisanship and common values will be short-lived. If not, I greatly fear for the survival of our Republic.

Trump’s abusive behavior toward Nancy Pelosi, Mitt Romney, Jeff Flake, Adam Schiff, former Ambassador Yovanovich, John McCain, Andrew McCabe, and all those Americans who have respectfully disagreed with him and done their duty as Americans in defense of the constitution should be truly alarming to all of us regardless of party.  If he will do this to them, he will do it to you. He cannot be trusted with power. As we prepare for another Presidential election in 2020, let us consider carefully as Americans who we should vote for. Let us look at more than party when we cast our ballots. We have seen that power in the hands of a dishonest and abusive person leads to division and weakness of America on the domestic and world stage.  

For my friends on the left, consider your tone.  Is it self-righteous? Is it condescending? Do you listen to understand or are you more concerned about proving you are right?  Do you generalize large groups of people unfairly based on race and gender? If after doing some introspection, those answers are affirmative, consider making a change.  It will be tempting to take political advantage of the weakness of the right and nominate someone who is rigid and inflexible, but such a course will only lead to a bigger backlash with more division. The President will viciously attack whomever you choose to nominate, but if you choose someone whom good faith conservatives see as not hostile to them, they will be more easily persuaded to change course for the good of the country.

For my friends on the right, use your critical thinking.  You know there isn’t a deep state out to get Trump. That narrative is full of holes.  Stop letting this man feed you these lies. The F.B.I. and C.I.A. are not full of partisan hacks, they are patriotic Americans doing their best to keep us safe and free.  The Democratic Party is not full of demonic extremists ready to take your freedoms. They are our friends and countrymen and they are concerned about the behavior of Trump and the people who support and defend his behavior.  Trump’s obsession with winning at any cost while abandoning basic ethical standards is shameful and unAmerican. It isn’t too late to do the right thing and nominate someone else for 2020.  

As I quietly mourn the loss of a great man in Congress today, I hope my words do some good to my suffering country.  My heart grieves for our divided condition. I pray that the hearts of my friends and neighbors will be softened toward their political adversaries; that divisive and judgmental rhetoric might give way to trust, fellowship, and honest dialogue.  We are stronger and better when we are united, one nation under God.

Trouble is Brewing

I always know when trouble is brewing from my stats. Usually there are ten to twenty views on my posts. An ominous notification popped up on my phone. “You’re stats are booming!” One of my posts has had over a hundred views. It seems like good news at first, but it really isn’t.

Because so many people only read my blog when something big or controversial has happened, they don’t understand what’s going on. They see a snapshot of me in my recovery that gives them a distorted image; a caricature. I talked to my counselor last night and I read, “Being Eva” to her as tears streamed down my face. She loved it. She thought it was powerful and beautiful. But she warned me not to post it yet. Looking at my stats, I can see her concern.

“Being Eva” is my story, but not everyone is going to understand. There will be a lot of angry family members who disagree and they’ll want to heap judgment and condemnation on me for their feelings about my choice to share my story. I’m not at a place where I can handle all that hostility. Not yet.

For now I need to get stronger and feel better. I’ll continue to post the same boring stuff. I’ll get ten to twenty views and that’s fine with me. I’d rather have a few good friends who understand and respect me than high numbers of clicks. If you are here reading this because you are concerned about me, don’t worry about me. I’m under competent care and I’m going to be okay, but there are many who suffer and don’t have care and support. They are the ones we need to worry about. I encourage you to learn all you can about mental health. There is so much that we can learn about how to improve our own mental health and help others as they improve theirs.

For those who pray for me, thank you. Sometimes prayers are needed, and sometimes the Lord wants us to do something more. Sometimes instead of praying for Him to fix things, we need to know what he wants US to do to fix things. As we seek to do His will, we can and will heal. Help me be a part of the solution; sometimes on our knees, and sometimes speaking out, and sometimes learning from mental health professionals.

Find My Path in Darkness

This morning I awoke thinking of the awful feelings I have had toward my aunts for what they did to me.  I thought of the hatred that has filled my heart and the ugliness of it. I thought of the ways it has twisted my mind into hatred and enmity toward the church, the temple, and even toward prayer.  Cynicism and bitterness were threatening to take a hold in my heart. I wanted to purge it out. The words of the scripture came to my mind, “Agree with thine adversary quickly.” I thought, “If I let the harsh things that have been said between me and my aunts sit for weeks, months, or years, they will continue to fester and cause division.”  I forced myself to remember the kind and loving memories I had of my aunts. The love I feel for them was evidenced by the depth of my pain at our estrangement. But part of me was holding back from trying to repair the relationships. I decided to inquire of the Lord. This was my prayer.

“Lord, please forgive me of my sin.  Please forgive my mortal mind and its failings from emotion and impetuous action.  If it be thy will, I know that thou canst take my weaknesses and make them strengths; take my failures, and turn them to good.  Take away my anger and my hatred, put faith and hope back into my soul. If my heart is pure before thee, please help me to know what to do.  Thou hast said, ‘agree with thine adversary quickly.’ How would thou have me act? Tell me, and I will do.”

I tried to clear my mind of all pride and emotion regarding the matter one way or the other.  I received a clear answer. “To agree with thine adversary quickly is not my will in this matter.  The abusive system that has formed in this family is a danger to you.” The way the spirit speaks to me is in a combination of pictures and phrases.  At this point, I saw the members of my family as a system like a body with cancer. The cancer shows up in one place, but can emerge in other places if it is not contained and destroyed.  Every organ in the body is in danger as long as the cancer is in any part of the system. It was a better metaphor than cancer though. The spirits answer was better than any metaphor I can think of.  It was like when you read a riddle and it makes no sense, until you hear the solution and then you see it clearly. The spirit showed me the shape of the abusive system that has been allowed to take root in the family and the ways it is enabled and allowed to continue to cause damage to family members.  My mind was particularly drawn to the ways in which the family members contain and seek to destroy independent thought and new ideas preferring to stay with old ways of thinking.

For an hour or so, I stared at the ceiling and pondered on what I had seen and my place in all of it.  I thought of the emotions that have taken hold of me and the choices I have made to harm myself and others in the heat of those emotions.  I thought of shame and judgement and pride. I gave them all to the Savior. This morning I sat down to write again. To confess and forsake my sins.  To consider on what my path is going forward.

During the women’s conference last weekend, President Russell M. Nelson, our president and prophet spoke.  His small, beady, piercing little eyes seemed to probe mine as his words bore into my soul. “Put aside the things of this world…..”  Leave family and friends behind who keep you from doing what’s right. “Draw liberally upon the power of the Savior to bless your family…..”  Have faith in your ability to hear God’s voice and fill yourself with the power of his love. How do I draw the Savior’s power into my life? He answers me, “You won’t find the answer in any manual…….”  It will be in dreams, impressions, and the people God will bring into your life. “The spirit will tell you what is no longer worthy of your time and energy……” Take a break from people in your life who are critical and controlling.  They have their path. You don’t have to hate them, but you don’t need to fix them either. “As you consecrate your life to the Lord, the changes you experience in your perspective, feelings, and spiritual strength will amaze you……” A consecrated life doesn’t look like a wall full of degrees or a bank account full of money, but it has great value that the world won’t be able to see.  As you turn your heart to the Lord and his will, you will find the peace of mind you so desperately seek. “A word of warning! There are those who would undermine your ability to call upon the power of God. There are some who would have you doubt yourself and your stellar spiritual capacity as a woman……” Self-doubt will come. Mistakes will be made. Don’t let Satan use those things to silence you, or make you feel unworthy.  Take the atonement upon you regularly and cast out self-doubt. Protect yourself from those who cause you to feel self-doubt. I could go on, but you get the idea. That talk gave me courage, hope, and faith that the Lord is truly mindful of me, that he has a path for me that doesn’t involve the toxic perfectionism that has tortured me for so long.

The path won’t be easy and it doesn’t look the way I thought it would, but I can do this.  Opposition will come and I will meet it when it does with the strength of my faith and the Master whom I serve.  My heart is grieved because I have no desire to go to the temple. Those who have amplified Satan’s messages in my mind and heart have used their faithful temple service to bolster their credibility.  This has made me think of those holy places as nothing more than country clubs of hypocrisy and self-righteousness. When it is the Savior’s will, circumstances will be right for me to return to the house of the Lord.  There will be a season for temple worship, but now is not the time for me to do it, and that’s okay. I know that the Lord does not dwell in houses made with hands. His spirit comes to those who seek after Him and if it is His will, my home can be His temple.  One thing I know is that what I have will be enough. Blessed be the name of the Lord!

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/general-conference/2019/10/36nelson?lang=eng

The Cure

Job Chapter 3

20 Wherefore is alight given to him that is in bmisery, and life unto the bitter in soul;

21 Which long for adeath, but it cometh not; and dig for it more than for hid treasures;

22 Which rejoice exceedingly, and are glad, when they can find the grave?

23 Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, and whom God hath hedged in?

24 For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.

25 For the thing which I greatly feared is come upon me, and that which I was afraid of is come unto me.

26 I was not in safety, neither had I rest, neither was I quiet; yet trouble came.

Rehoboth Beach photo by Andy West

It has been a dark week.  It seems that so much of the work I have done in a year and a half of therapy has been destroyed.  Like building sand castles in the surf, a wave has washed everything away. I despair that I will ever find joy and peace in my heart again.

I’ve been writing a lot, although I have put little of it on my blog.  I am working on a very raw and vulnerable piece about my family of origin called, “Becoming Eva.”  I have a little more editing to do before I’m ready to put it out there.

Our family of origin consciously and subconsciously builds our value system. In stepping away from the dysfunctional value system I was raised in, I am freeing myself from the cage of their expectations.  Naturally my parents don’t like that and that’s understandable. My counselor said last week that we would be working to construct an emotional wall to protect me from my parents. I wish we didn’t have to, but like I tell my boys, sometimes you have to do hard things that you don’t want to do.

I don’t know what that wall will look like.  I’m also not sure what my relationship with my church will look like.  My church often reinforces unhelpful messages about families and forgiveness that make what seems impossibly hard ironically so much harder.  The truth is, my journey to improve my emotional health is essential to my family, especially my children, and my healing path to forgiveness and peace will be long and complicated.  Though many may judge and criticize my decisions, I know I am doing the right thing. No one wishes it was prettier or easier more than I do, but reality is messy and hard.

Raw.  My emotional skin has been flayed and I’ve had to be so careful about who I see and spend time with.  Even good friends hurt my feelings. Distracted. My kids have to shout at me sometimes to get me to wake up from my thoughts which swarm like carrion birds around the drama in my head.  Dark. There is no light, no hope, no peace in my heart. Images of war, displacement, and the blood of our allies burns into my psyche. I can’t look away. My representative did this. The man who leads my country did this.  The lives lost cannot be brought back and their blood cries from the ground against the ones who betrayed them.  

There is still much that can be done.  I have been watching the situation closely and messaging, emailing, and calling my representatives.  My prayers and tears ascend to my Savior as I plead for the lives of those I see as my friends. I am trying to get my sorrow and my anger to propel me to righteous action.  

Introspection is hard.  I know I have sinned. In the weakness of my mortal mind, I have hurt those I love.  I wish I were a better person, but that is my pride. I am who I am and my weaknesses lead me to come to the Savior for forgiveness and direction.  My weakness are part of His design and He leads me along the path of my recovery.

How great and how merciful is our God?  How wide are the shoulders of Him who bareth my burdens?  How much love and compassion reside in His bottomless heart for me, a sinner?  Even in my sorrow, I find solace in Him. He binds up my broken heart and shows me the next step on my path.  The pain is real, but so is the cure.  

Ukraine; A New Low

This is Kiev, Ukraine’s capital city.

I knew when Donald Trump was elected that the country would suffer globally. His rogue foreign policy and trade views were huge risks to our nation’s economic and diplomatic infrastructure. It is one thing for us to put ourselves at risk by electing an incompetent liar, it is another thing for us to elect someone who then damages another vulnerable country just as the people are doing all they can to build a secure and stable future for themselves.

Ukraine is one of the most well known of the Baltic states. It was formerly a part of the USSR and Russia. Putin has been desperately trying to get it back. The Ukrainian people have shown time and again that when given the chance to vote in a fair election, they will choose Western Democratic values over Russian tyranny.

Ukraine has had its dark times. Paul Manafort, the famous Trump enabler who is now serving a sentence in Federal prison, first earned infamy for acting as a political consultant for Viktor Yanukovych. Although this was not technically illegal, it was a craven act and betrayed Manafort’s greedy opportunism. Yanukovych is a Putin ally and has shown himself to be just as corrupt and vile. He is suspected in the assassination attempt of his political rival Viktor Yushchenko, who was badly disfigured with doxin poisoning. When, thanks in part to Manafort’s help, he won the Presidency, Yanukovych imprisoned his political opponent Yulia Tymoshenko with a newly politicized law enforcement apparatus. Yanukovych was finally driven from office by the Ukrainian people. He has been hiding out under Russian protection since 2014.

In spite of decades of corrupt leadership, Ukrainians have come back swinging. Yanukovych was convicted of treason in January for his many abuses of the Ukrainian people in service to Putin. With assistance from other friendly democracies, they have taken measures to clean up the corruption in their law enforcement. They trusted the task to the prosecutor Victor Shokin, who showed an unwillingness to vigorously investigate the abuses of Yanukovych’s regime. He was soft on scum like Zlochevsky who was accused by Britain of money laundering. The Obama administration, an administration I disagreed with on many issues, did the right thing in putting pressure on Ukraine to replace Shokin. In 2019, with a newly elected leader and a new lead prosecutor, Ukraine finally has an opportunity to clean up their corruption and take their place with other Western countries in a prosperous future under the rule of law.

Enter Donald Trump. Instead of encouraging the positive steps Ukraine has taken to strengthen it’s Democracy, Trump comes on the scene praising Shokin and accusing Joe Biden of corruption. For his own political purposes, he tries to leverage the new Ukrainian law enforcement apparatus to benefit himself politically. He wants to prop up his pathetic conspiracy theory about Ukraine being behind the Russian campaign to interfere in our elections in 2016. He wants to fabricate a controversy regarding Joe Biden and his role in the removal of Victor Shokin. In the most ironic twist, the new prosecutor (who replaced Shokin) tells Rudy Guilliani that it would be improper and corrupt of him to comply with Trump’s demands!! Who has the corruption now U.S.A?

This would all be inconceivable if it weren’t true. The transcript of the July phone call shows Donald Trump putting Zelensky in an impossible position. He must comply with the U.S. President’s demands in conducting a corrupt investigation and thus betray his people whom he has promised he would fight corruption, or be crippled by the U.S. President who is withholding the aid he needs to protect his country from Putin’s Russia. To add insult to injury, the American President forces Zelensky to say on T.V. before the world, that he was not pressured during what was clearly a high pressure phone call. Then Trump tells him to, “settle his dispute with Putin’s Russia.” Really??

The big question is, why is Trump now working against U.S. interests and in favor of Putin, Yanukovych, and the rest of the slimy cast of Russian assets? Why is Fox News now broadcasting Russian talking points? I read an article on Fox News yesterday that justified Trump’s probe of Biden because one of Yanukovych’s prosecutors said it needed to be investigated. Let that sink in for a minute. Why would they print that? Why are they advocating for the enemy? Why has a large portion of the population abandoned Western values in favor of an autocratic strongman that has shown himself to be just as corrupt as any foreign despot?

U.S.A. we have had a long stretch of prosperity and freedom. Other nations have not been so lucky. Let’s take a page from the Ukrainians and demand an end to the corruption. We are not beholden to Putin’s Russia. Our President is not to be used to promote Russian talking points. I don’t know how we can possibly repair the damage Trump has done to our relationship with Zelensky and the Ukraine, but we must remove the cancer and then do our best to recover our reputation and position on the global stage. For the sake of the world, America, impeach and remove this President.

https://www.washingtonexaminer.com/opinion/trump-endorses-ukraines-swamp-monster-prosecutor-viktor-shokin

https://www.washingtonpost.com/world/europe/trump-called-this-ex-ukrainian-prosecutor-very-good-but-he-resigned-in-disgrace/2019/09/25/d1410aa2-dfb1-11e9-be7f-4cc85017c36f_story.html

https://www.bbc.com/news/world-us-canada-49871909

Preparing for the Aftermath

“There’s been a lot of flying monkeys around today,” I messaged Ben Tuesday. I got a group text from one of Ben’s sisters saying, “Be the change you wish to see in others…..” It was an excerpt from a conference talk. I showed it to my counselor who said it seemed passive aggressive to her. I also got a text from Ben’s mom, whom I haven’t heard from in probably a year. It said, “I love you dearly and I am wondering how you are doing….” I told her that I am good and that I am studying about Narcissistic Personality Disorder. I was listening to a podcast. It was true.

I found an excellent podcast by a woman named Christine Hammond. It is called “Understanding Today’s Narcissist.” I’ve listened to hours and hours of information about the disorder and how to deal with those who have it. Ms. Hammond says that if someone in your family has this disorder, you need to become an expert in it. I can’t claim to be an expert, but I am learning. The biggest takeaway I’ve learned it, don’t put up with narcissistic behavior in your family. If you do, it will spread. Like cancer, catch it early and kill it or you’ll end up with a big mess.

Even though the primary narcissist is dead, his flying monkeys are ready to neutralize the threat to his perfect memory. Because of that, I have taken several steps to protect myself from them and any spies that they may have. It feels a little paranoid, but I am still in recovery, and I don’t need to invite persecution into my life. Even so, I am preparing myself for the worst.

Assuming that they do come across my post or hear about it, they will likely attack the substance of it, including denying or minimizing the predatory behaviors of the narcissist. They will accuse me of slandering the dead. They will assume the worst of motives for my behavior. They will likely try to hoover Ben back in by accusing me of being a narcissist or worse. After the storm of defensiveness is past and they realize that we have moved on, there might be some self-reflection. Eventually, perhaps there will be some healing. If not, that’s okay too. At least I’m not carrying around the guilt of my silence.

Nothing has really changed since before I found my voice. I’m still in counseling. They still think I’m the problem. Nothing is different except in me. As I read the words of my post to my counselor, and I asked her what she thought of it and she said, “Right on the nose,” and then she praised my ability to explain complicated things in a simple way that is easily grasped. I felt a surge of pleasure at her praise. It feels good to be praised for doing something well.

My relationship with Ben is solid. My boys are growing up loved and secure. They are an asset to their schools and to their community. I am feeling an increase in my confidence. The past can be full of abuse, but the only person who can decide to end it in the present and future is me. I can be honest, open, and brave. I can say no to abusive behavior. I can surround myself with loving people and relationships. I can help others to make the journey from victim to survivor. I can’t change my husband’s family, but there are so many things I can do.

Even though there are voices around me casting judgement or criticism, I can’t hear them anymore. I’m listening to one voice, the voice inside me that channels the spirit. It confirms my path. Though adversity is certain, I am also certain to endure it. I drink deeply of the Love of my Savior who strengthens me. He knows my heart and that it is acceptable before him. It is enough.

Delay in Part Three

It has taken a lot of courage to be as vulnerable as I have about the predatory system that I recently extricated myself from.  My final post makes the first two seem mild. I share the most intimate details of the predatory system of which I was made privy.  I imply that there is worse that I don’t know. If I have been treading on thin ice thus far, I am taking a jackhammer to it with the third post.  

My courage has faltered.  Why? The one thing that has tethered me to the predatory system has been my husband.  He means more to me than anyone in the world. The marriage we have built together is not perfect, but it is good.  We have a good life and our children are loved and cared for. My post will put both of us firmly in the un-enviable position of the scapegoat.

In Old Testament times, the Children of Israel would take a goat from the herd, ritualistically place the sins of all the people onto that goat and then drive it out to starve to death.  This ritual is described in Leviticus 16. The scapegoat has become a metaphor for the truth teller within a dysfunctional family system. The scapegoat in an alchoholic family or a narcissitic family is often the person in the family who actually seeks professional help.  In therapy, the scapegoat will reveal the family secrets and try to confront the lies and live more authentically. The family will react to this by minimizing the dysfunction, defending the narcissist, and try to discredit the scapegoat. If this doesn’t silence the scapegoat, they will reject and drive them out of the family.  The family will then demonize them, rejoice in their failures, and sabotage their lives if they can. All the problems within the dysfunctional family system can be blamed on the scapegoat. If the scapegoat leaves the family, there is often a new person who is forced into the role. There must always be someone to blame to avoid confronting the delusions of the narcissist.

I have actually functioned as the scapegoat in this narcissistic system for a while.  Since the narcissist/predator died, the dysfunction in the family has increased. (I explain why in my detailed account.)  My empathy for the family members created a co-dependence that I have been working on in therapy. Because of the dysfunction and the depression that has resulted from the pain the narcissist’s behavior has created, I have fallen into a bad depressive episode.  This depressive episode can then be used to demonize me and blame me for the problems in the family. Sometimes I am a figure worthy of compassion and pity, other times I am a villainous abuser determined to cage Ben and keep him from his family. I have grown weary of both roles.  I have mentally said my goodbyes to each member of Ben’s family with the understanding that the only way a healthy and authentic relationship with them is possible is if the old dysfunctional one is good and dead. I have been ready for a while to tell my story and embrace my new role outside of the family system, but what about Ben?  I am not sure he is ready. He has confronted many family members about the dysfunction and has taken heat for it. He has defended me and refused to buy into their lies. Still, I can’t post this without his full support. I have been thinking and praying and my mind has been enlightened to understand things I didn’t before about myself and about the predatory system I am leaving.

I go to see my counselor on Thursday.  Ben is planning to come. Together, with the Lord, we will decide what should be in my third post.  I know that Ben and I can withstand the worst consequences of telling the truth, as long as we are together with the Lord.  Light and truth bring healing. Secrets and darkness allow evil to thrive. Please pray for me, my husband, and my therapist as we seek the Lord’s guidance.

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If you find that you have attracted a lot of narcissistic people into your life, you might be highly empathetic.  Learning to embrace your authentic self and let go of rigid structures can help you release your potential and resist the urge to partner with a narcissist.  I am working to do that as well.