Showing posts with label abuse. Show all posts
Showing posts with label abuse. Show all posts

Thursday, September 19, 2013

What Are We Doing To Each Other & Why!? (June 2013 Post)

What Are We Doing To Each Other & Why!?

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Lately there has been something weighing heavily on my heart.  And I keep thinking I want to post about it – but then I struggle with how to put it into words so as not to sound too negative and judgmental.   If you follow my blog – you may have heard some of this before – but read on, some of it is new.
I suppose we all reflect on similar things as we get older.  Maybe when we mature we start looking at life through different eyes.  I struggle to put into words the things that come to mind in a manner that won’t sound like generations before me – ‘this world is going to hell in a hand basket’ or ‘this generation is so ________’ (you fill in the blank).  You know what I mean – we’ve all heard those types of statements from parents and grandparents.
However, I do not believe this is the same as the generations before me.  I have always been able to take what is thrown at me and I can handle change – even when I don’t like the change.  So I don’t feel like I’m stuck in the past or anything of that nature.  As a matter of fact, I’m the one who is usually helping others to transition into what’s new or different.
Maybe my problem is that I hold people to a high standard.  I always have.  And yes, I am often disappointed or hurt because of that standard.  People are people and don’t we all fall short?  So what am I rambling about you ask?  It is how people treat each other these days.  Our society seems to have lost compassion for one another.
We have kids killing kids.  We have people being picked on (now called bullied) to the point of suicide.  We have people hating each other for no reason.  What happened?  Some of it is that we did it to ourselves.  Don’t you think?  We have raised a generation (or two) who believes that they should be made comfortable at all times.  They should get what they want, when they want and you better not make them work for it either.  They expect it to be their way or the highway. 
I believe that is why no one is allowed to say or do or think for themselves anymore.  No one is allowed to compete.  No one is allowed to joke around or have fun – because after all, we might ‘offend’ some group of people. And I believe that is why there are so many jumping on the bandwagon to accuse others of saying discriminatory or slanderous things.  It’s like people are just waiting to pounce on every little thing – maybe because there is no adrenaline rush anymore – after all, everyone gets a blue ribbon whether they work hard or not.  There is no sense of accomplishment and the thrill of competition is non-existent – so let’s find something to do….hey look – that person said the ‘R’ word!  Let’s get him!  Without logically considering the context in which things are being said – people want to get a rush from attacking.
And then there are situations such as my former employer.  I’ve touched on it a few times but have not gone in depth.  This is – no, was a place of love and caring for others.  The sole purpose of this establishment was to help those in need while allowing them to maintain dignity.  It was to show God’s love – to be His hands and feet in the community.  That is why I applied to work there – I wanted to make a difference in the lives of others.  That is why everyone I worked with was there too.  We shared that same desire.  Regardless of the lower pay scale – those who worked there chose the blessings of improving the lives of the less fortunate over money in their own pockets.
In all my years in the corporate world, I have never worked with such an awesome group of people!  I’ve never seen so many people willing to put so much energy and everything they have into their work.  As mentioned, the pay was very low – and yet people stayed because of that love for others.  There were times when paychecks didn’t come on time.  There were times when benefits were taken away.  There were even times when pay was taken back for a period of time….and yet we stayed.
However, as the years progressed there was a group of individuals outside of the agency who couldn’t stand not having their hands in the middle of it all.  They simply would not leave things alone.  Slowly this outside entity started creating a different atmosphere into our agency.  I started seeing some of the meanest and cruelest actions by people who claimed to be Christians.  To this day I am amazed at the arrogance of this group (I am calling them a group rather than a specific church as I do not wish to label or lump any particular group of people together).  I am surprised at how these people would look you in the eye and tell you that that they strive to show God’s love and at the same time – stab you in the back.  Possibly I’m being naïve.  Maybe it’s because I live in the so-called bible belt….but I’m not so sure because I have actually lived all over the country and never experienced anything like this.
Their arrogance and interference led to an upheaval in our agency.  People became stressed.  They were hurt.  Negativity permeated the entire environment.  Very few of us were happy.  No one could trust anyone else.  The gossip mill was rampant.  However, because of our desire and our love for the agency and the people – many of us tried to stick it out.  We assumed it was a cycle that would eventually go away.  Don’t get me wrong, there were problems before any of this took place – there are always issues anywhere you go.  Nothing is perfect.  But even with the shortcomings, one can tell the difference between people who truly are trying their very best and those who are trying to undermine the entire operation for their own greedy reasons.
Through those years, I watched the head of the group treat his second-hand man like dirt in front of others.  I remember being appalled and shocked that someone could be so openly cruel.  I eventually lost all respect for this person and honestly that religious group as a whole.  There was once a very loving and caring person who stepped in as an Interim Director – just to help out until a permanent replacement was found.  His sweet little wife was very ill.  It didn’t take but a few minutes talking with him to know just how much he loved his wife.  He was the picture of how you hope your own marriage would be.  But before long, this ‘group’ was pushing him to do more and more in the church – to the point that the head told him that he should be picking his service to the church over the needs of his wife.  Kudos to him – he told them what they could do with the whole thing!
Let me be clear – I don’t mean that I believe all people of this faith are bad.  What I mean is that for whatever reason there are those who have this idea that they are all-powerful and that they can do whatever they please.  They are out to gain whatever they think will advance them to the next level and they don’t care who they stomp on in the process.  Harsh words – I never thought I would say….but I have felt this way for several years as I’ve watched how people are used and then thrown away when no longer useful.
When I finally decided to leave – I was completely burned out.  When we hear of people getting burned out – the picture in my mind is that they are tired, exhausted and bored with whatever they are doing to the point that it is time to stop.  I also assumed that once they change environments all is well again.  Not the case here.  And since I’ve visited with others who have also left since my departure – I know they have gone through the same process.  I believe that it is because we put so much of ourselves into that place.
It has been a very long healing process – one that I am still recovering from to this day.  It’s like coming out of a very dark, ugly place into the sunlight.  You don’t quite know what to do.  You don’t feel you fit in – you don’t feel like you know how to react to or with others.  You jump in startled reaction to the simplest things because you know that had you been back at the other place – man, you would have been in trouble big time!  It’s similar to being in an abusive mental/emotional relationship. We have had to learn that it’s okay to be happy again.  It’s okay to not fear others and believe that they are out to get you.  Eventually you figure out that you no longer have to second-guess the motives of every little thing.
Since my leaving, I have been surprised but pleasantly honored to have many of my former coworkers seek me out for friendship and/or counsel on how to handle things that are still going on in that place or once they have moved on to another.  My heart aches for all those still there.  Since I am in the Human Resource field, I have made it a personal mission of mine to seek job openings and post announcements on my FB page just so those who are considering a change will have information should they wish to apply.
For a time, I found myself angry.  I was angry for the way my friends/former coworkers are being treated.  How they have been lied to.  I was angry because I heard from multiple people that I and others who have since left have been thrown under the bus over and over again.  Yes, I know that is a typical thing whenever a person leaves – they are then blamed for everything wrong.  But this is more than that.  It is announcements or open discussions being made in group meetings that are inappropriate.  Private and confidential things are being aired to others who have no need to hear it.  They are assumptions and discussions by the so-called leaders of the agency who know absolutely nothing about what took place prior to them or why decisions were made.  And honestly I have always worked diligently to be honest, trustworthy and reliable in my work.  I worked hard to gain the trust and appreciation of the members of the board – only to have the so-called leader now tell lies about me/us.
Forgiveness.  I know, I know.  I am to forgive.  And I believe I have – and I don’t hold grudges….but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t sting.  And more than my concerns for my own professional reputation are my concerns for those who are still trying to survive in that deceitful environment.  I pray regularly for those folks.  I pray that doors will be opened for all of them to move on.  I also pray that the community soon learns the real truth about what is going on in that place.  It’s no longer serving the community as it was created to do many years ago.
I guess what I’m getting at is that my heart hurts for the state of our society as a whole.  Yes, yes I will acknowledge there are many, many good and caring people still out there.  Heck, I consider myself one of them.  But I almost feel we are being overrun with negative, hurtful individuals who no longer have the compassion.  It got lost somewhere along the way.  And is starts early – check out this post about bullying – it is very touching.
Seems like we need more positive, good stories in the headlines.  Let’s bring back to light what we are all here to do.  We are to share and show God’s love – aren’t we?  Let’s help remind others of the good in people.  It does rub off, you know.  Let’s teach our kids to be good people again – but that it doesn’t mean being a doormat.
I wonder what it would be like to have a news program that focused on GOOD uplifting stories instead of all of the crisis and negativity the world?  I don’t mean that we should stick our heads in the sand….but how about a better balance of news, ya know?   Just a thought……………

Thursday, September 16, 2010

History....How I Got Here PART I

Part of having Fibromyalgia is insomnia.  So here I am, knowing I need to be sleeping because I do have to get up and go to work tomorrow....but I can't! Grrrrrr!  So, I thought I would do as I promised and give you a little bit of history on myself.

I don't usually talk about this much because I'm not proud of my track record.  But, in order to make it thru this journey I'm on, I probably need to revisit my background just a tad.


I grew up moving around all over the United States.  My dad worked on the pipeline and therefore, we traveled constantly.  It was a decision that my parents made early on - that IF he were to take the job, WE as a family would stick together.  A lot of families would only be with the men during the summer months and then go back 'home' during the school year.  Not us.  And I have NO complaints, whatsoever!  I LOVED it!

Dad made good money too.  So we never wanted for anything.  I was extremely shy....but because people were drawn to me, I could usually make friends quickly.  It's funny, but I can recall places we've been and certain incidences that took place.  But for the most part - my childhood is pretty much a blur.  And I'm not sure why that is.

My mother was an alcoholic.  I didn't even realize that until I was in 6th grade.  I remember thinking that she was 'scary' sometimes, but I just took that as being who she was.  It wasn't until my dad took a job overseas and we stayed behind for two years - that things started becoming clear.

Mom was not a falling down drunk.  Nor was she a slob.  Instead, she was always very well put together, sharp, kept a spotless home.  No one knew.  But I suppose that as the loneliness set in while Dad was gone, things got outta hand.

My brother is 7 yrs older than me - and he always seemed to get the brunt of her rage.  Once I realized what was 'wrong' with Mom, I figured out why he was always 'out' - away from home.  It didn't take me long to follow his example.  As a matter of fact, at 11 & 12 years old, I was out walking the town at all hours of the night - just to avoid dealing with her.

She wasn't physically abusive - although I can recall a couple of times that she would sit and 'stew' about something in the middle of the night.  Then, you would find yourself being yanked outta bed by your hair so she could accuse you of whatever it was that had her fired up.  I recall her trying to slap my brother on more than one occasion too.

There is only two specific, life-changing events during this period that I can recall.  I don't know if as a defense mechanism, my mind has shut the rest out or what.  I haven't figured that one out just yet.

One:  I don't recall my age - but can say that I was still young enough that I didn't know why Mom was 'weird' acting.  It was just who she was to me.  Dad was outta town for the night.  So I wanted to sleep with her.  She said that was fine.  I recall getting settled in, the lights were out and I rolled over to glance at my mom.  I saw VERY clearly, the most evil, scary look from my mom.  It scared the hell outta me.  I still cry to this day whenever I think of it.  I don't know if it was the devil or not....but it's the closest thing I've seen!  All I can say is that it was NOT my mom looking at me.  And the evil in her eyes was very clear and bright.  I never slept in her room again.  Years later - my mom would tell you that she truly believes that Satan had a tight grip on her back then.

Two:  I was 12 yrs old.  We had to enter a project into the Science Fair and one into the History Fair.  I did - but it wasn't easy.  Dad had not been back from overseas for very long - but I recall trying to sit at the kitchen table to work on my project one night.  My mom was on a rage and reached over to smack my brother.  She missed and hit his glass of milk instead.  Which in turn went all over my project.  Then in her feeble attempt to clean it up - she smashed half of it.  I remember my dad stepping in about that time and telling her not to ever touch either of us again.

Then, the night that the kids and families were to go to the school to see the results of the judging.  Dad was outta town for a couple of days on a small job - we hadn't started traveling as a family again yet.  That night, Mom was wiped out.  She started in on me on the way to the school.  So whenever we got to a stop sign, I jumped out of the car and walked away.  She sped off.  I ended up going to the school alone.  I found that I had won 1st place on my Science project & 2nd place on my History project.  But I had no one to share the joy with.  No one ever knew either.

To this day - both of those incidences stand out.  The recall jumps up at the oddest times.

I can tell you that my dad ended up putting my mom in a treatment center the summer between my 6th & 7th grade.  She was gone for a month.  My brother had already moved out - so it was just me and Dad.  I was in heaven!  I loved it - and so when they called my dad in to tell him that it didn't look like the program was working for my mom, I was also glad.  I wanted her to die.  The problem is, back then it was almost impossible for the husband to get custody of the kids.  So, my dad had a choice, they said.  Divorce her and move on, but know that he would most likely have to leave me with her.  Or ride it out and wait for her to drink herself to death.  He chose the latter.


But, somewhere in that very last week of rehab, something clicked for Mom.  I was NOT happy.  I didn't want her back.  I hated her.  And I was devastated that the peace I finally had was going to be yanked away from me once again.

She worked her program though.  And eventually we all worked through our fears and pains and was able to become a family.  We forgave each other.  Well, except my brother.  And I don't think he has ever gotten past most of it.  I think it is because by the time all of this happened, he was out of the house and therefore he never got to see her improvement up close.  She never drank again, btw.  It was definitely for life for her.

Okay, well I will continue a little later.  I believe that I will now attempt to go to bed once again!

Talk to you soon!