Stepping stone #4
Posted: Mon Dec 23, 2013 8:47 pm
Step four is about forgiveness. Most of the time I eventually forgive the offender. But some cases like me being sexually abused. Something like that it's much more difficult. In my case, being autistic made it much more difficult for me to speak out about it. So the natural thing for me was to keep it all in and let it stew. Also, I lived under the same roof as my rapist. After he stopped the physical assaults, he started the mind games. It was like he wanted me to be a whore. Asking me if I had a boyfriend, asking how many boys I slept with. I had sense enough not to degrade myself like that. I never willingly gave myself to a man. The questions still haunt me, did my mom suspect anything, did my stepfather molest my little sisters (his and my mom's) and did he go further, things like that. It's like the anger is a part of me and cannot remove it myself. I used to feel something right in the middle of my chest whenever somebody mentioned my stepfather's name. An overwhelming urge to strangle the person who uttered his name would rise.
There's still shame and guilt on my end. It's hard enough for me to look people in the eye for too long being autistic. Add abuse to that and it's almost impossible. Very few people I can lock my eyes on for any real period of time. That's gotten better in time, but it's still there. I tend to look just over the eyes or behind them. They say eyes are the windows to the soul. Well, I feared if someone looked in mine, they could read every page in my soul and they would reject me. I fear rejection, becoming something even I wouldn't recognize, and hurting those I love. Lord, forgive me for all my sins, known and unknown on my end and show me what I need to work upon. This sounds cliche, but the problem is not You Lord, but with me. I give my shame and guilt to You and just hold me!
There's still shame and guilt on my end. It's hard enough for me to look people in the eye for too long being autistic. Add abuse to that and it's almost impossible. Very few people I can lock my eyes on for any real period of time. That's gotten better in time, but it's still there. I tend to look just over the eyes or behind them. They say eyes are the windows to the soul. Well, I feared if someone looked in mine, they could read every page in my soul and they would reject me. I fear rejection, becoming something even I wouldn't recognize, and hurting those I love. Lord, forgive me for all my sins, known and unknown on my end and show me what I need to work upon. This sounds cliche, but the problem is not You Lord, but with me. I give my shame and guilt to You and just hold me!