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#454202 - 11/18/13 02:01 AM There must be a reason, a purpose -TRIGGER WARNING
Survivinguy Offline
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Registered: 01/22/09
Posts: 310
Loc: Colorado
Some of the memories are so painful and pervasive that I think the only reason I survived this, the only reason this happened to me is because there is some greater good to be accomplished.

One of the more powerful memories that has been tormenting my mind in the last couple days is a source for my belief that there must be some reason I am still alive.

I'm about 10 or 11 and I've just had a bowel movement in my parents' bathroom. I look down in the toilet as I wipe myself and in the toilet is more blood than I've ever seen in one place. I am terrified. It's the deep crimson red and there is so much I start wiping myself more and more thinking I have to stop the bleeding or I'm going to die. I keep dabbing at myself until no more blood is on the toilet paper. I stare in the bowl. It's a lot of blood. It's so much blood I start to feel like I might pass out. All I can see is blood. It's like I pooped blood. I feel feint and think to myself - I can't pass out here, I can't leave this behind, I can't be found like this or he will kill me. However, an equally strong thought urges me to tell my mom, a nurse, about the blood, to show her the blood because it's so much and she will know what to do. I summon the insane courage to tell her. I know telling her risks my own life because he told me to never tell anyone or he will kill me. I dress myself and fearfully peek out of the bathroom, I find her. I tell her there's blood in the toilet. I am terrified. She comes in, "comforts" me and tells me I probably just strained to hard to poo. I am stunned. I don't know what to do - it's like she doesn't even see the blood. She flushes the toilet and a nearly clean bowl of water replaces my dark red pool of terror. Then, I realize, she doesn't think anything of it at all. I've just taken such a huge risk for nothing. I've told her something powerful and evil and she doesn't even know it. If she tells him, he will kill me. He always promises me afterwards that if I ever tell anyone, he will kill me. I know he will kill me. I start begging her not to tell him. "Okay Mom, I'm sorry, it's no big deal, I don't know what I was thinking, just please don't tell Dad, okay? Please okay? Please???" And who walks in the bathroom next? Dad. And what does she do? She tells him exactly what happened and laughs when she tells him the part about me begging her not to tell him. He chuckles and when she turns her attention back to me, his eyes flare and he gives me that look. I know that look. He is going to kill me or make me wish I was dead. I had been wishing and praying I would die since I was about six years old. Trapped, like a hostage, at home.

The urge to do self harm right this minute as I'm typing this out is at a 9 on a scale to 10. I will not cut tonight. I will not cut tonight. He would want me to cut. He would want to cut me. He burned me. He stuck needles in me. He stuck needles in my feet, under my toenails and under my fingernails. He stuck needles in my chest. He stuck needles in my scrotum. He pinched my balls so hard I thought I would die or pass out from the pain. He tied a bag over my head and my hands behind my back so he could fuck me while I was dying only to resuscitate me after he was done. Doctors know how to resuscitate their sons.

I feel so abandoned and betrayed that it pains me to even look at this screen as I type. It feels like these words on here are pointless. I close my eyes now and imagine picking up this computer screen and throwing it through the doors to the study.

All the while of typing this tormenting memory out, one of my closest friends has been texting me about the Broncos game. Do I share with him what I'm really struggling with? Do I tell him of these fucking memories? Do I tell him how weak and pathetic I feel? Do I tell him the one place I should have developed a sense of self-worth was hell on earth? Do I tell him how I was molested and raped and sold and tortured by my own dad and that no one ever saved me? Do I tell him how much I want to cut my arm and feel that pain and watch that blood drip? I want to scream. I want to scream till my throat bleeds. I can't. My wife and kids are sleeping.

There must be a reason. There must be a purpose. There must be something that makes it all.....what? worthwhile? Fuck.

This is Malesurvivor.org not malevictim.org. I have to find some reason, some cause, some direction. I didn't survive to make the pain last. I survived to stop the pain.

I feel sad. I feel angry. I don't know what I feel. I wish I was crying.

God I have no idea what I'm even typing here anymore.

There must be a reason. There must be a purpose. I didn't survive the un-survivable for no reason. This is malesurvivor. I am a survivor.
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#454352 - 11/18/13 09:31 PM Re: There must be a reason, a purpose -TRIGGER WARNING [Re: Survivinguy]
toddop Offline
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Registered: 10/14/11
Posts: 226
Loc: California
Hey Survivinguy,

I was really blown away by your post today. I applaud you for being able to speak such difficult and terrifying truths here.

***Triggers Below***

I can so identify with your toilet bowl issues. I was just commenting to someone yesterday in a PM about blood in the bowl and having to do things to keep blood from showing on my clothes. I also took those extreme measures to hide any evidence of blood, sometimes having elaborate routines to hide it.

I also had a lot of torture stuff involved in my CSA with my gymnastics coach. He filmed and photographed me a lot in pornography, some of which involved being tied up, bondage stuff, pins and clothespins all over my body, and other things I have not been able to give voice to yet.

***End Triggers***

I am glad that you gave voice to your terrible truths here on MS. There is often an enormous weight inside myself as I weigh how much I should tell about such awful things and how badly I just need to get it out and not keep it locked up inside anymore. I think anytime I go with writing or speaking the absolute truth, the better it is for me in the long run. That is a major part of the work as I see it. And such a difficult part.

I have asked myself about purpose and a reason. I don’t think that there is one. If you look at the human race, odds are just pretty high that something awful is going to happen to you. You may be abused, you may lose part of your family, you may get washed away in a flood, tornado, etc. I am not trying to negate any religious beliefs here. I have my own in accordance my experiences. I just think that we as humans are not in control in that sense and that there may not be a reason that you and I were abused and our next door neighbor wasn’t.

But, I do think that we as survivors can FIND a purpose. Our primary purpose was to survive the immediate danger and get to this place of healing and connect with other men. But, we can also shape our lives from this point forward. We do the hard work, we move forward, even if sometimes only by millimeters and inches. But we can build something of ourselves.

Something that helps me in this area is to think back what I learned in a Geography class once. If you look at the Earth, you see a complex, beautiful place full of water and land, so many natural wonders. It is capable of sustaining life, which is why we are even here at all as people. But, this earth as we know it only exists as it is because of extreme cataclysmic and catastrophic events. The earth has been pummeled by asteroids, ripped asunder from inside, torn apart by earthquakes. It has a wild and violent history. But, today it is the earth that we know and love.

I think that we as survivors are capable of such transformation, too. I think that despite the horrors of our pasts, that ultimately our work to recover and build new foundations in our lives can be equally as transformative. I have seen it happen with guys on this site. Guys who were new and unsure and felt they had no future, but who have become strong and vibrant men who change their lives and help the men following in their footsteps. I don’t feel near enough to that place yet, but it is my goal. I guess you could call it my purpose.

The bottom line is we can all decide what happens from this point forward. It may be fraught with nightmares, flashbacks, horrible images and experiences. But, surviving that kind of background and becoming stronger men who have a solid grasp of who they are, with a rich and complex understanding of human potential, is something worth working for in my opinion. That way I can keep the bastards that did this to me from winning. I can make a good and decent man from the kid they used and cast aside as if it was nothing but a pebble. I get to decide how the story ends.

Sorry if I ran wild with my response to your post. I hope that you find your purpose and your reason for surviving. I think you will if you are asking the questions. They beg for an answer. Your answer.
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Todd

"Great spirits have often encountered violent opposition from weak minds."
-Albert Einstein

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#454389 - 11/19/13 01:26 AM Re: There must be a reason, a purpose -TRIGGER WARNING [Re: toddop]
pufferfish Offline
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Registered: 02/26/08
Posts: 6875
Loc: USA
Survivinguy and toddop

I'm so sorry for your suffering.

Yes, I also experienced that as a boy.

I understand.

Puffer


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#454403 - 11/19/13 03:35 AM Re: There must be a reason, a purpose -TRIGGER WARNING [Re: Survivinguy]
1lifenow Offline


Registered: 03/07/11
Posts: 412
Loc: west coast
The gift is you are here, we all are

The purpose is what you want it to be, its yours

have it , be it, live it, love it

all yours

You are so brave
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#454405 - 11/19/13 03:43 AM Re: There must be a reason, a purpose -TRIGGER WARNING [Re: Survivinguy]
victor-victim Offline


Registered: 09/27/03
Posts: 3517
Loc: O Kanada
dear survivingguy,

i am so glad you found the strength within yourself to share those terrible memories.
it was intense.
i know how difficult it must have been to share that story.

i sincerely hope that you feel better now that you have purged so much poison and pain in your post.
all i can do is feel it with you.

as ugly as what happened,
you are still beautiful.

you are not what happened to you.

please believe me, when i tell you,
i am deeply convinced
there IS a reason.
there IS a purpose.

i wish i knew what it was.
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Love
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#454432 - 11/19/13 10:20 AM Re: There must be a reason, a purpose -TRIGGER WARNING [Re: Survivinguy]
thepatient Offline


Registered: 09/29/13
Posts: 29
Loc: USA
I try to convince myself of this daily. It must have happened to either teach my soul something, or to prepare me to face other obstacles. Honestly, this rationalization doesn't always help especially when I get stuck thinking about what I lost. If anything we need to keep on keeping-on for ourselves alone.
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Shine on benevolent sun
Shine down upon the broken
Shine until the two become one
Shine on upon the severed
Divided, I'm withering away
Shine on upon the many, light our way
Benevolent sun"

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#454477 - 11/19/13 06:47 PM Re: There must be a reason, a purpose -TRIGGER WARNING [Re: Survivinguy]
Onesimus75 Offline


Registered: 08/22/13
Posts: 158
Loc: Minnesota
I don't like the idea of our abuse happening with a purpose, because that makes me feel slimy, like God/Providence/TheCosmicSpaceMonkey was a participant on even a tacit level with my abuse.
I don't believe that. I think G/P/TCSM was weeping instead.

But I think that instead of our abuse having a purpose, our abuse has a potential.

We have the potential to see abusers that others might miss, catch them, stop them, warn other people.

We have the potential, as we gain victory over our wounds, to be a resource to others.

Many of the things that abusers looked for in me (looks, kindness, gentleness, emotional intimacy) are strong things about me, good things that I have to offer that I guess others don't have as much, or some others don't.

People who have never been wounded, can't understand as well what really reaches out to those who have felt helpless.

The phrase I remember is "we can comfort others with the comfort we ourselves received."
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#454529 - 11/20/13 02:02 AM Re: There must be a reason, a purpose -TRIGGER WARNING [Re: Onesimus75]
victor-victim Offline


Registered: 09/27/03
Posts: 3517
Loc: O Kanada
Originally Posted By: Onesimus75
instead of our abuse having a purpose, our abuse has a potential.


this is why i come here to ms.org!

that was my purpose today.
to learn.
i love those "aha!" moments.
when one experiences a shift in definition.
to find such pearls of wisdom.
pearls that have been polished by years of pain.
rest assured, that pearl was not wasted on me.

thank you.
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#454535 - 11/20/13 08:08 AM Re: There must be a reason, a purpose -TRIGGER WARNING [Re: Survivinguy]
ThisMan Offline
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Registered: 01/22/13
Posts: 767
Loc: upper south
Surviving, your story is painful to hear. Rest assured you have a purpose. A new phrase I picked up from my reading lately is from Ruiz's "The Fifth Agreement" and I love it. I actually used it yesterday in my therapy session and found that it set me free on a particular major issue.

"I am not my story." We are not. You are not. You are not that little boy who was so abused, so hurt. We had our experiences, as horrific as they were. They happened. We can't change any of it. And the pain is ugly and so real. But you are so very correct when you say you survived for a higher purpose. You survived for a reason that stretches far, far into the future, as well as for today. We don't know what that is yet, but for every interaction to come, we can change something or someone.

Even though yesterday was a final day with my T, when I told him I wasn't my story of sexuality and abuse, that I was so much more, when I told him he had made erroneous assumptions based upon the stories I had shared…. I have no doubt that I have changed his interaction with countless men to come after me. I had a PURPOSE for returning! This is just a random example, but it is a truth. A truth that perhaps my purpose for the past six months was being with this young therapist and letting him see that grown men can and do have enormous pain caused by sexual assaults. And by being in a position were he can have influence to better another's life, my purpose was met.

I know you have purpose as well. Sometimes it won't be so apparent, sometimes it will give you such a sense of being that it will be obvious. We don't have to write a three volume set based upon our abuse experiences, sometimes the purpose is as subtle as the fact that we post and someone is helped by being able to connect with what our words say. Just remember you are indeed a beautiful creature, altering and changing with each day and the simple fact that you did survive gives evidence to the fact that you have a greater purpose.
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#454536 - 11/20/13 08:15 AM Re: There must be a reason, a purpose -TRIGGER WARNING [Re: Onesimus75]
SoccerStar Offline
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Registered: 10/15/12
Posts: 918
Loc: New York
Survivinguy:
I am so sorry your parents failed you, each in their own horrible way. In a way I am proud of your younger self for at least trying to reach out and get help. You did the only thing you could possibly have done; faced by the completion of their failure, all that was left to you was to survive. And you did that right too. Living and rebuilding is its own purpose, its own good, and you seem to be on the right path.

Originally Posted By: Onesimus75

Many of the things that abusers looked for in me (looks, kindness, gentleness, emotional intimacy) are strong things about me, good things that I have to offer that I guess others don't have as much, or some others don't.

People who have never been wounded, can't understand as well what really reaches out to those who have felt helpless.


That's beautiful.... I have really been challenged to properly label and arrange my responses to the desire and lust that caused my assault. Often in adulthood I've felt alone, and even when everything else in my marriage (or a prior relationship) is/was fine I still crave(d) being wanted, being pursued and lusted-after. I sort of got a worm in my head last spring over how, technically, no one had ever made it so clear just how much they HAD TO HAVE ME as the perp did.... it was (and is) a horrid, inverting way to feel. And it's very good to see a more healthy refocusing of that put to words. Thanks again for sharing that.

And yes... I too definitely don't believe in some purpose to this. If anything I think I could only possibly make sense of it as a non-driven event in a non-driven universe, where human action is the only cause of human events and there is no higher intelligence that knowingly allows and watches some victimizing others, a third party who by inaction and allowance said "okay" in a situation where neutrality most definitely meant picking a side. It's a thousand times more unfair to have been chosen as the recipient of some cosmic moral via sexual abuse and torture than it is to think that we all roll the dice for nine months, make our toss and then whatever happens happens. This is only MY philosophy and it should not be read as a challenge to anyone else's.

Originally Posted By: toddop
Something that helps me in this area is to think back what I learned in a Geography class once. If you look at the Earth, you see a complex, beautiful place full of water and land, so many natural wonders. It is capable of sustaining life, which is why we are even here at all as people. But, this earth as we know it only exists as it is because of extreme cataclysmic and catastrophic events. The earth has been pummeled by asteroids, ripped asunder from inside, torn apart by earthquakes. It has a wild and violent history. But, today it is the earth that we know and love.

I can make good from the kid they used and tossed aside like a pebble.... I get to decide how the story ends.


That was amazing Todd. A very inspiring way to reframe even the most extreme of abuses. I think I'll be referring people back to that in future discussions.


Matt
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"Don't think it hasn't been a little slice of Heaven just because it hasn't!" --Bugs Bunny

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