Through the Eyes of a Friend

Through the Eyes of a Friend
That is me, Brenda J Wood through the eyes of Eleanor Shepherd

Eleanor Shepherd Award Winning Author
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The Interrupted Life VI – A Consequence of Sexual Abuse

The story I want to share of an interrupted life this month is a difficult one. There are so many people whose lives have been put on hold because of the devastation that has come to them through abuse of various kinds. One of the most pernicious seems to be sexual abuse, because it is often linked with an abuse of power that takes advantage of innocence. That seemed to be the case for my friend Brenda, who shared with me two significant interruptions in her life. Many of her own reflections about her experience of an eating disorder are detailed in her book Meeting Myself: Snippets from a Binging and Bulging Mind.
My friend suffered from bulimia for years as a result of being a victim or sexual abuse from ages 11 to 14. Before she even knew that there was a name for her condition, it was well established, as her way of coping with the emotional and psychological damage that she suffered.

The abuse that she received caused a numbing of her emotions, and she tried to fill the emotional void, with food. Her eating disorder did not mean that the food brought any satisfaction. She just kept stuffing it in to try to fill the void. Then she tried to get rid of it, so her choice of self-soothing would not be obvious to others.

Unlike many of the interruptions in the lives of others, both the abuse and the bulimia were not sudden interruptions in Brenda’s life, but rather subtly crept up on her. They became elements in her life that crippled her relationships with others because she was unable to experience and express emotions and thus grow into the person that she was intended to be.

Fear was the only emotion that she was not able to keep down and it came to dominate her life. Her reaction was to battle with it by attacking her own body through an eating disorder. She wanted to be able to tell them about the abuse and the toll it was taking on her life, but fear and guilt convinced her that nobody would believe her. In a way, she was trying to punish herself for what she was doing, as a result of the guilt that accompanied her abuse.

In addition to all this, her eating disorder also caused Brenda to undergo two bouts with cancer and a syndrome that causes her saliva glands to work overtime.

With the burden of her bulimia, Brenda struggled for years to finally regain a healthy lifestyle. It was only after she entered into a vital relationship with Christ, and grew in her relationship with Him, that she was able with help to gradually find freedom from her eating disorder and to allow her emotions to become a part of her life once more. Part of her recovery involved forgiving the one who had abused her, and although he had been dead for many years, it was only then that his power over her life was broken.

Many people suffer from the long term ravages of abuse and although it is difficult, I would not be surprised if like me, you want to be willing to listen to their stories and accept them wherever they are on their journeys. We do not want to pry into people’s lives, in a way that is unhealthy, but simply be ready to listen, if and when they feel safe enough to open the door a crack. Perhaps we can help them to more quickly recover the years that have been stolen from them by abuse. Maybe we can do this for each other and grow together. I think that was what the Apostle Paul was talking about when he told the early Christians in Galatia that they were to bear one another’s burdens. (Galatians 6: 2). This key can help us to deal with our own interruptions.

Headway in Grief

If I can’t have life with Ron here  then this life I am living is the next best thing. I am busy but content.

There are some who question my recovery. They wonder why I still occasionally cry.  They only see the random drops that take effect without my permission. I wonder what they would say if they knew about the private ones. I will not apologise because I miss the love of my life.

I am making some headway in my healing. From the example of others in the same boat, I’ve learned to lean on God, take care to cook proper meals, exercise, reach out to others, go to an event or two alone.

I look at married couples who seem to thrive on bickering, insulting  and back biting one another. I want to scream at them…some day you will regret this.

I look at those who are loving one another  like Ron and I did, and I want to say…”yes, you have it right…but remember, one day you will be me. Nourish and care for one another even more that you do now, because some day, you too will be alone and wonder why you didn’t pour even more life into your marriage.)

Brenda Wood, author & speaker
Meeting Myself, Snippets from a Binging and Bulging Mind
 The Big Red Chair-storybook for grieving children
 Heartfelt-366 Devotions for Common Sense Living
God, Gluttony & You, the Bible Study

 

 

My House Looks like my Life Feels

Because of a water tank episode, almost all the flooring in my house is being replaced. That sounds lovely doesn’t it. Who wouldn’t want to have new flooring, new desk,new colours, even a new wall paper boarder? Me, that is who.

I sat in the decorating place, picked out the colours and burst into tears because nothing will look like it did when Ron was here. The sales lady cried too. She just lost her mom and so we blubbered in the store together.

All of the fixing started December 27 and day by day my living space gets smaller. First of all the china cabinet contents exploded onto every flat surface. The china cabinet itself sits in front of the living room window. By last night, the TV was unseeable and all the chairs too cluttered to sit on. Stuff surrounds my bed. I have one tiny walking path which I dare not use without a light of some kind.

Do you see what I mean? My house looks as bad as I feel. But there is that one little path through, and that one glimmer of hope and light and that one hand to hold. So Christ and I move through together toward healed house and healed heart.

A Life of their Own

Up early and ready for church, I am confident that I will not cry today. I say to myself, this is a good day. I can go to church and not be weeping all over everybody.

So sure am I that I go into the building with no thought, no guard up for the simple “How are you?” that
everyone asks everyone. The first person who speaks to me gets a gush of choking tears.

Where do they come from? Isn’t there a reservoir in a person that just eventually runs dry? Apparently not in me unless it is in disarray and the taps are turned on full and the plug is not in the tub.

My first thought is that I must start avoiding these places where I cry. Then I think, how will I ever heal if I avoid the friends and family who love me and care about me? If I stop coming I have lost a huge support
system. What advantage is that to me? No I must learn to let the tears go where they will. What a silly statement. I can’t make them stop no matter what I do.Tears have a life of their own and mine seem livelier than some.

I’ve Been Away

No I haven’t been to Bermuda, Hawaii or even Toronto. My head has been in my new book-Meeting Myself.

It’s almost done, but I am a basket case. Meeting Myself is snippets from a shattered mind. Mine. Truths I never wanted to see again surfaced into sight from a boiling pool of oil.

Thankfully that oil has changed from the type that made me cry ‘burn me into ashes, erase all these memories,’ into the  healing balm of the Holy Spirit.

Hard to relive? For sure. Still Painful? Oh, yes. But doable? Absolutely.

I promised an agent that my book would be in the mail to her by December 15th. God and I are making that deadline together.

What is your healing deadline? What has God called you to face that seems unendurable? Whatever it is, God’s oil can get you through.

Brenda J. Wood

blog:  http://hearteltdevotionals.wordpress.com