Abuse doesn’t look like abuse

There’s a very helpful article making its rounds, called Drowning Does Not Look like Drowning. I’ve never seen someone on the verge of drowning — or at least I don’t think I have! I searched for a video of what the article describes, and found this:

The video quality is a bit rough, and I can’t quite see what’s going on with the person in trouble here. The thing that startles me is how many people are so near him and don’t even notice!

Now that you’ve seen what drowning looks like, do you know what abuse looks like? From Helpguide.org:

People who are being abused may:

  • Seem afraid or anxious to please their partner
  • Go along with everything their partner says and does
  • Check in often with their partner to report where they are and what they’re doing
  • Receive frequent, harassing phone calls from their partner
  • Talk about their partner’s temper, jealousy, or possessiveness
  • Have frequent injuries, with the excuse of “accidents”
  • Frequently miss work, school, or social occasions, without explanation
  • Dress in clothing designed to hide bruises or scars (e.g. wearing long sleeves in the summer or sunglasses indoors)
  • [my addition] Get “sick” a lot
  • Be restricted from seeing family and friends
  • Rarely go out in public without their partner
  • Have limited access to money, credit cards, or the car
  • Have very low self-esteem, even if they used to be confident
  • Show major personality changes (e.g. an outgoing person becomes withdrawn)
  • Be depressed, anxious, or suicidal

Of course that’s not to say everyone doing any of these things is being abused, but many of these are at least a good sign they are in distress of some kind and need help. Start by just being their friend — even if they seem distant. Even if you don’t know them that well. The people they know well probably haven’t noticed, or may be too close to the abuser to believe there’s an issue. You can also hook them up with some resources. Just don’t judge or blame them for getting into or being stuck in a relationship like that. Believe it or not, it’s not as easy as it looks :-p

“One of the obstacles to recognizing chronic mistreatment in relationships is that most abusive men simply don’t seem like abusers. They have many good qualities, including times of kindness, warmth, and humor, especially in the early period of a relationship. An abuser’s friends may think the world of him. He may have a successful work life and have no problems with drugs or alcohol. He may simply not fit anyone’s image of a cruel or intimidating person. So when a woman feels her relationship spinning out of control, it is unlikely to occur to her that her partner is an abuser.

The symptoms of abuse are there, and the woman usually sees them: the escalating frequency of put-downs. Early generosity turning more and more to selfishness. Verbal explosions when he is irritated or when he doesn’t get his way. Her grievances constantly turned around on her, so that everything is her own fault. His growing attitude that he knows what is good for her better than she does. And, in many relationships, a mounting sense of fear or intimidation. But the woman also sees that her partner is a human being who can be caring and affectionate at times, and she loves him. She wants to figure out why he gets so upset, so that she can help him break his pattern of ups and downs. She gets drawn into the complexities of his inner world, trying to uncover clues, moving pieces around in an attempt to solve an elaborate puzzle.” from Why Does He Do That?: Inside the Minds of Angry and Controlling Men

I write this because I see the signs in people I know and care about. Maybe even in you.

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Patrick Stewart Made Me Cry

In a good way. I’ve always love Captain Piccard. Ya’ll say Kirk is better, but better for what? Making the world a better place? I hope my kids grow up to be like this.

As Patrick Stewart explains here, Piccard never would have let a situation get to the point where a fistfight was even an option. Yeah!

But I had no idea Patrick Stewart himself was this cool:

More here and here.

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That awkward moment when…

… you find yourself putting someone down in an effort to be more accepted yourself.

I caught myself doing this at a party this week. I didn’t mention her name, but did vilify her intentions. This was especially awkward since I’ve become super self-critical of my own failures where I was knocking her. My kids just looked at me with wide eyes. We had a pretty good chat about it when we got home.

If you catch me doing this before I catch myself, stop me, please. But it isn’t just a matter of what I say out loud. It’s what I’m thinking that counts. My thinking errors in this case:

  • I’m not accepted enough
  • I’ll feel more accepted if I seem better than someone else

Pretty silly and insecure and mean of me, yeah?

What’s odd — just hours before this incident I’d been chatting with a friend about a pretty nifty scripture:

And if men come unto me I will show unto them their weakness. I give unto men weakness that they may be humble; and my grace is sufficient for all men that humble themselves before me; for if they humble themselves before me, and have faith in me, then will I make weak things become strong unto them. Ether 12:27

Why would we ask the Lord to show us our weaknesses if we’re already pretty sensitive about them? Consider the source of that sensitivity: who are you trying to impress? Who would you be disappointing by finding out what needs to be fixed?

It’s like asking your favorite teacher to go over your homework with you. I guess if your main goal was to impress the teacher or convince yourself and others that you’re already a 4.0 student, then perhaps trying to hide any mistakes, even from yourself, might seem prudent.

But THIS particular teacher sees everything anyway. He knows exactly who we are, and you know what? He loves us anyway. And He’s more than happy to gently point out our blind spots. Not to shame us, but to help us repent and become better.

I wasn’t expecting to be shown one of my weaknesses, but I needed it for sure. Now to work on that acceptance thing. :)

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Found the One

About three years ago my kids came tiptoeing into the living room and overheard something like this:

“He signed? Really? Do I just go pick up the documents now? Oh okay. Wow. Yeah, thanks so much for everything. OK. Thanks. Bye.”

I’d just hung up and dropped to my knees when I saw them. Our eyes met and little Miss Mary giggled, “We were eavesdropping!” Both kids ran and threw their arms around my neck, squealing in delight, “Congratulations, Mom! Now you can get married again and have more babies!”

D’oh. I surely wasn’t in that kind of rush. But I had no idea what kind of patience this whole dating as a divorcee thing would require, or where to begin my search for The One.

Our searches often start with a list of attributes. I recall one girlfriend listing off, “At least 6’4″. Six-figure income. No children — I don’t want him tied up in supporting any family but our own.”

I’ll admit, I figured my list was better. I judged her. But since then, I’ve found my reasons for rejecting a person are often fairly shallow, too.

I started to realize my list of Attributes of The One is actually a thinly veiled list of my needs:

  • I need safety, protection, and comfort.
  • I need to know he sees my faults, but will help me be better.
  • I need to know he has the ability and the will to provide.
  • I need to feel joy when I’m with him.
  • I need to know I can tell him anything, and he’ll understand me.
  • I need to know we can overcome anything together.
  • I need to know he’ll be patient with me.
  • I need to feel absolutely loved.

A tall order. Even if I do find him, how can I be everything he’s looking for? What happens when we realize just how short we fall? People say “never compromise!” so how can this work?

I think I’m finally starting to figure it out: stop looking for another human being to meet these needs. Focus instead on turning to who I’ve already found: The ONLY One who really is all that and infinitely more. And as for finding that one true love? Simply find someone who will help me live as the Lord asks.

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Happy Birthday Ethan!

ethan smiling may 26

Twelve years ago, after two hours of pushing and 13 total hours of labor, I broke the silence of the hospital room by hollering, “Is he breathing? … HEY! IS HE BREATHING?!”

This hunk-a-chunk-a-nine-pound-three-ounce-baby had been due June 21. His doctor had warned that if he came early he might not be able to breathe, and even if he could breathe he would have mental challenges for the rest of his life. So from my vantage point the room was awfully silent after Ethan was born. Turns out he was more like this:

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Sorry these are so tiny. Digital photos from 2001, what can I say? Anyway, they finally poked Ethan in the foot for PKU testing and he was like this:

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And then he let out this single, low-pitched, “Ugh.” Thus I met the most mellow kid I’ve ever known. He’s kept that deep voice and happy-go-quiet personality. Now he loves programming and hates writing, but he’s pretty good at both. I am super glad he’s mine. :)

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