I’m not a 90 pound weakling…
Tuesday, January 30th, 2007Today, I had an amazing call with an amazing women survivor. Not recalling how she had found me i.e. my “Believing In You!” podcast, she was completely caught off guard by my words in my most recent email. More specifically the word “ABUSE!”
As I shared, Mary (not her real name) a women with the physical evidence to prove that she has been through hell and back and paid the price for it, listened and shared as well and ultimately wanted to know “how I knew?”
How did I know she was abused? After all, Mary has not discussed her abuse with anyone and that included her own mother.
After several minutes of sharing she came to realize that perhaps the email was a blessing and an answer to a prayer. Her life today, after several abusive husbands now has become guarded and very protective.
It was clear to me as she spoke that her life had become what I call “a life without color!”
This is to say a life that is stripped literally of color and stimulation and setup to be as safe and secure as possible. As I shared those words with Mary I could hear her voice relax and breath calm. She knew I understood, she heard me loud and clear.
Today Mary lives a life that for me is a TRAGEDY! A self made prison with a lifetime sentence with no chance for parole!
As we continued to share she started to realize and to appreciate that “I” was a man and simply could not understand how she could be sharing so openly her story. A story screaming to be heard.
Mary’s surprise with me being a man caused her to ask, in wonder, “ARE YOU A 90 POUND WEAKLING?” I smiled as her words warmed my heart and then I let her know “I’m a 245 pound man!” who was a top athlete growing up. Still amazed by our open and trusting dialog she asked “so you were abused?” “Yes,” I told her, “Yes I was!”
We talked in some length as I explained why I do what I do and share some of how I do it. Truly an amazing women, a women who’s potential has been buried in the silence of a life scarred by abuse.
I am looking forward to working with Mary and I don’t expect a miracle because in her I already know the miracle has happened…she survived!
Before we closed our call I did ask one question; I said “You do realize that despite your physical condition you deserve to live a better life, right?” Mary became quiet and repeated what I had asked and again I said “You know you deserve a better life, right?”
What Mary had learned from life and so bravely shared with me was she could not use the word “DESERVE!” While she could maybe see how a different life is possible, it wasn’t possible for her!
Mary thank you for sharing your beauty with me as I told you in your voice I felt the brilliance and the energy of someone who is so much more than the life you live today.
Thank you for your trust!
The journey to a life of freedom begins with hope and sometimes it takes someone else to remind ourselves that there is hope! That is what I do, I remind the women I work with…
“THERE IS HOPE!”
I help them see the beauty I see and hear when I work with them.
Your Life, Your Terms!
Always with hope and love,
James