The rusty bird cage

My mom felt it appropriate to tell her friend that I contracted a sexually transmitted disease from my boyfriend at the time. My mom did not feel it was important to tell her friend that I had been molested most of my childhood. It seemed ok to gossip about me but not to discuss certain events that could have saved me and supported me. It seemed ok to confide in an STD and not a molestation. What my mother did not know is that I had contracted that STD after a date rape. She only heard about it after I started dating that current boyfriend. I was humiliated and needed someone to confide in. I confided in my mother. Who confided in her friend. Who later humiliated me with this knowledge that mortified me. I remember going in to the gynecologist and getting huge chunks of my cervix removed. I remember having things cauterized and burned off. I remember the rounds of antibiotics that I was given. 

I had forgotten that my husband did not know these things until my memory loss issue after the seizure a month ago and this memory popped up and I told him. I told him that my appointment with the urology person reminded me of how I was treated after the date rape. Ooops. My husband did not know of all of this. But I forgot that I had not told him. Memory loss… WTH!!!!!!!

Triggered memories suck. Why could my memory loss not just wipe out all of THAT! My poor husband! I hate that he has to know these things. I don’t pity him though. He does not pity me. All we have is love.

I don’t think that most people understand the repercussions of abuse. It goes beyond the emotional ongoing PTSD. The trauma itself to the body can be lifelong depending on what was contracted at the time of the assault. That is a brutal reminder let me tell you. A few years ago I was tested again for AIDS just to make sure it was negative. 25 years later to be tested for HIV is a heavy reminder. One I could forget. But those who know about this aspect, know it is not forgotten. 

But that’s ok mom. You share with your buddy that I got an STD at merely 18 years old. Don’t you worry your pretty little self about the full story that you never wanted to even know! God, the selfishness enrages me. 

Leads me down a path of nothing good. 

I find myself checking facebook AKA the devil’s path!!!! I looked up the original childmolester. Wanted to see if he was still “friends” with everyone on that team. He IS. Bastards. Steve Kramer who called me a slut that wanted it. AS A CHILD. Dino, Ricky, all of those who at some point knew the truth and stayed “friends” with this man. Jimmy who lived on the lake and crossed the line many times with me and other girls, pastor’s son. All “friends.” I wonder how fun hell will be for all of them. Do you think when they wake up from their death and go “oh shit!” Have fun in hell “friends” really. What you do on this earth has consequences. Just for facebook. Is it worth hurting a victim for the bullshit of facebook? Ty engeseth. Rusty stewart. I think naming names is far overdue. Yeah, you two commited statutory rape FYI. Have fun in hell. The guy who molested me in costa rica, can’t remember your name because I was only 14. Have fun in hell with the others. Statutory rape buddy. Jeff. Gosh your last name escapes me. I hope your friends know that you paid me for my “virginal self”. You piece of shit. Have fun in hell. And the date rapist todd Gardner. I am sure there are thousands of those wtih your name. But I remember you well. I remember exactly how long it took for you to do what you did. I still scrub my skin raw because of you. Enjoy hell. All rape buddies. I was underage and you were all overage! I could NOT consent. The law says so.  Prior abuse from Billy Banks would have made that impossible anyway. 

All of you on that ski team. All of my family. Everyone who turned a blind eye. You are all in the rusty bird cage together. Keep each other company. Have fun in there. 

See. Devil’s path. Don’t even go there. Why do I even look. I guess it is my hope still that one will wake up. But facebook is a reminder that none will. But it has led me to stop keeping the final secrets. No more. Oh yeah. One of my cousins that is reading this…your dad is a sex offender as well. Yeah, you know it. Everyone knows it. Your dad is not honored. We all know what he was. 

It’s ok. You can make me the bad guy. In your eyes. I have not kept the peace in the secrets. In God’s eyes, I am just fine. If it helps you sleep at night though…just know, you are all in the rusty cage. Not me. Not anymore. 

My mom. She has guilt? Denial? Thinks I blame her? Part of the blame DOES lie on her. But all she would have had to do was apologize for that. A mother, a good mother, and I know many, have made mistakes that resulted in their daughter being abused and they were destroyed. Those mothers spent the rest of their lives blaming themselves, trying to recover the guilt, trying to make it up to their daughters. Even though it was not them to blame. They were naive. I knowof one mother who fought to put her own husband in prison after finding out the truth of what he did to her daughter. Bravo!!!!!! My mother was naive. All she had to do was say “ I am so sorry I wasn’t paying attention and this happened over and over again.” Then we could put the blame on the abuser. But she couldn’t. So some of that anger stays on her. Instead of apologizing she blamed me to her other friend. As if she were totally innocent in everything. She had a part. Everyone had a part. But no one is accountable for their part. 

As parents we are not totally innocent. 

I have done some bad parenting. 

I have owned up to that. I have apologized to my daughter. I have wished I could go back and do things differently in some situations. We all make mistakes as parents. It takes a good parent to apologize for those mistakes. I know that I am a good parent because I know I am not the perfect parent and I continue to try and grow into a better parent. 

My mother was naive. I have to believe that or I would believe that she just didn’t care to pay attention to her daughter and protect her. 

A part of me will always love my mother. A part of me will always be broken because of my mother. A part of me will always hate my mother. I know that. I ride the wave of my mother on a daily basis. I wish I could let her go. Time does NOT heal all wounds and this is one of them that will never be healed. She had 3 best friends when I was growing up. None of them knew what happened to me. None of them knew I was molested. In my mother’s only defense, she did not know anything that followed from me living in my car, the date rape, and the multiple molestations from other waterskiers on our ski trips. But she knew about Billy and she did not tell her friends. They could have loved me through it. 

Can one person be THAT naive?

My life feels like one of those puzzles with 1000 pieces that my nana used to work on a square table. Each day she would work on a corner. Put together the blues, then the oranges. I can see the puzzle. Throw the child molesters and rapists in that puzzle. Throw in those who knew and did nothing. Throw in the PTSD. Throw in the STDs. Throw in the humiliation. Throw in the blame and shame. At the center of that puzzle was my little unit of family. Those who could have made an explosion into the world fighting for me. But they just slipped into the next piece so that all of the blues matched up. My life blurred into the blues because they did nothing. 

Thankfully my husband came in and upturned the table. It reminds me of what Jesus did in the temple when he threw over the tables. My husband was like NO. STOP. Then my sweet daughter came in with her grace and her kindness. They reminded me that I am not just a piece that fits into a puzzle on a table connected to all of those who never fought for me. I am the finished the painting that the puzzle was created from. I am the original painting!!!

Do you understand?

I am not part of them.

I am the original me. 

The original painting. 

They tried to put me into a cage with a lock that conveniently fit into their ways. 

They paid no attention to the way the cage started rusting. 

They paid no attention to the blue sky that I could only see through the cracks of their denial. 

They wanted me to be a flightless bird. 

I get that now. 

Poking me as they all walked past.

Each person poking.

Each person not even noticing that I broke out of the cage. 

I will fly above them eternally. 

Breathing in the knowledge of the truth that I will continue to spread.

Until my last breath. 

Ah I knew this bird cage would work it’s way into my writing. 

I wonder how it would feel to gather all of them and put them in the rusty bird cage.

Oh. Right. They are already in it. They just don’t realize it!

9 thoughts on “The rusty bird cage

  1. I just finished getting caught up on your posts. I am so sorry about how that doctor treated you. I have had many doctors be rude and unkind to me. Lately, it has been my mother’s doctor. I have had doctors call me a liar. sigh I’m also very, very sorry that you have such physical pain. It is amazing, with all the emotional and physical pain you go through that you can go on walks and take stunning photos and write about beauty.

    As for these people being punished. Yes indeed, they will be punished unless they repent. And if they repent they must apologize to you for what they did. I do not believe God tortures people forever in a place called hell. But there will be a time of punishment. In the Old Testament, God said, “As you have done to others, so it will be done to you.” I think that means they will feel the pain you felt when they used and abused you. A fitting punishment. My father hurt many, many people besides me. He will feel what he did to them and to me. That is what I believe. I think the “fires” of hell is not literal fire, just a horrible burning of the mind.

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    • 🙂 I don’t believe in a torture place of hell either. That is why I likened it to the rusty bird cage.
      I completely agree with you!
      I love feeling the beauty amidst the turmoil. Tonight i had to get all of my thoughts out. I blabbed them here to kind of let it be my way of letting it go.
      I think that if they truly repent, truly feel remorse, ask God for forgiveness and feel the pain in their heart of what they have done, then there will be mercy. But not many can do this that have committed these crimes. Some can. It is not for me to decide. It is for God. But I do believe in justice and I believe that at some point justice is served through our Lord. That is just my thought on it though. I know everyone has their own belief.
      It has been told to me that many suffer hell right here on earth by their own denial that causes a kind of rotting of the heart so that they cannot achieve true peace or joy. I wonder if that is true.
      Today I am feeling actually physically better due to the right antibiotic for the infection that I had. It is odd though. I am on SO many herbal tinctures for Lyme disease that kill infection. Odd that I got this infection in the first place. But having the grand mal seizures and that stress I think lowered my immunity.
      I see that you were reading my posts. Thank you!
      Weren’t the sunsets and flowers beautiful! I look at them late at night and marvel at God’s creation and it helps me calm out all of the anger provoked by man

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  2. I’m so sorry for the pain you endured and that even though you in the present looking toward your future you still have to deal with the backlash of the past. What are people thinking? I’m so sorry. I hate your mom and your whole family and everyone who is trying to hurt you and who has tried to hurt you. I admire you. I admire that you have moved past all that and you are facing everything head on and you are blaming yourself for any of it because none of this is your fault. You did not let this happen. You did not chose to be a victim you were made one because someone else was too stupid to think before they acted. They were too stupid to think before the spoke and they did this horrible thing to you. I’m so sorry. You are the most beautiful person I know and you don’t deserve this. I love you and I’m proud of you. I’ll always have your back. Always!

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  3. It’s hard to believe that it’s all naivete…(don’t know how to put the accent on that.)
    In all the times I’ve read about how your mom responded, it’s more like neglect. I mean you told her, she looked the other way. That’s…well that’s just fucked up when we’re talking about a mother especially. Of course no one should look the other way.

    You aren’t one of them. You are not only awake but no longer in denial. It’s got to be the loneliest place in the world when not one family member is there with you. I know you have your husband and I”m not diminishing that at all. But there is something about the ones you’ve known all your life. I think about that sometimes…how would it be if my siblings were validating.

    Thing is, they used to be. When we were growing up we were basically on the same side when it came to my father. I remember how my sister went through a real hating period of my father and I totally understood why.

    The scapegoat role SUCKS! It’s like being Marilyn in the family of “The Munsters” only the monsters in this case aren’t half as nice.

    That stuff you wrote about the puzzle…that was pretty cool, despite the pain that was there. 😦

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  4. Thanks for this post – exactly what I needed to hear this week… it’s helping me to overcome how vulnerable I’ve been feeling after a flood of triggers, and get in touch with my; fuck-them-courage. I believe they will be held responsible for all the pain they’ve caused you and their other victims. Sometimes I imagine the sicko’s who hurt me in the afterlife – they are feeling every bit of the unbearable pain they inflicted on me as a complete whole, and for an eternity. They writhe in pain, pleading for relief, but there’s no mercy – because they aren’t capable of being truely sorry. I want them to suffer what I’ve suffered because of them; for the rest of their existence. I know their punishment may not pan out exactly how I hope – maybe God has something worse in store for them – who knows? What I do know is that every time a person exploits and abuses another, they don’t just hurt the victim – they hurt our creator as well.

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    • Fuck them courage is needed. It is hard to reach sometimes with all of the triggers knocking you into the ground. Those make me feel small and vulnerable and not fuck them courage. Love this phrase!!!! When I allow myself to really feel the anger at what they have done then I feel the strength to speak about it and place the blame where it needs to be.
      I hate hate hate that anyone hurt you and inflicted pain on you. We can put them in the rusty bird cage along with the people that hurt me.
      I agree with that last sentence very much too. Can you imagine the pain our creator feels when seeing something like this!!!!!

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