October 2018

Volcanic Eruption

pressure it’s something that everyone has to deal with because that’s life and there is no avoidance so in essence the only thing we can do is to manage it, but at times that becomes so extremely difficult because the nature of a pressure valve is to hold in what’s below it. But as we are all aware sometimes we have no other choice than to push the pressure lease button when it’s no longer possible to stop that eruption. We can never really be sure when we will arrive at that point of no return and pushing that button is no longer avoidable, when this happens it starts with a kind of disturbance deep inside but it’s only just felt a smouldering for all intensive purposes still felt as almost dormant, so deep within us there is certainly no need at present to call out the volcanologist just yet. In truth, we have become somewhat of an expert ourselves at holding that eruption at bay and at times we are able to dispense with it completely.

We’ve had a lifetime as far back as we can remember at doing so because as abused children we had to expand our power of control over all of our emotions, even pushing them so far within that we are no longer aware of their existence-or so we think.

The problem with a volcano is that it can lay dormant for many years but at its source it is still very much alive with its embers burning with a multi-array of colours together but apart. The problem arrives when the emotions within us create a fusion and then it has nowhere else to go but up. Maybe at the first onset of emotions, we are able to stop that eruption from spilling out its contents completely, and that molten lava heading straight to the point where there is no getting out of its way. But there will be a time in the future or our past that no matter what we do or did there is no holding on to that paroxysmal, as it explodes with vengeance and heads straight for that village below with no care as to whom it may hurt or the destruction that it causes.

In all honesty, we create this situation of volcanic eruption ourselves because of a learnt behaviour around the control of our emotions that we needed so badly, in which to remain on this earth with some amount of sanity so we’ve somewhat mastered this control. But anyone of us can only take so much and then we have to let go or go insane with the emotions that this eruption is causing. But as abused children and that control I’ve talked about above on its arrival it’s far more like a holocaust making that volcano look somewhat inferior and the destruction can be vast. But there is no going back for us when we reach that point in time and all we can ever do is to a assess the situation once the lava has stopped boiling and destruction has halted.

OK, the above for me is no stranger because I’ve entered that place more times than I would like to admit over the years to recovery, but in truth that was part of my recovery and that does not differ for any of us. We can’t start towards recovery if we are still afraid of the emotions that need to surface and that includes all of them good and bad because they are part of us even if placed there by another. Until we take them out and really look they will stay there just like that dormant volcano but make no mistake they are going nowhere. They were put there in a place of pain so the fact that we need to return there means that we once more experience those emotions along the way unfortunately, there will be casualties even if that’s not your intention.

We couldn’t avoid the structure of that village it simply just got in the way it was never our aim for its destruction and it was never our aim to be in the place that we had been taken, but as long as we avoid or hold on to that which needs to be released this situation is set to continue. It is possible to change the way we deal with things and avoid that place of no return with acceptance and inner work all things are possible and we will eventually learn that there is a different way. Communication rather than confrontation, understanding other than just listening, learning forgiveness but far more than that really forgiving, acceptance we are all different and there is a way to co-exist without the pain, make peace with our unsolved issues, expand the love and remove the discord for ourselves and all those around us.

That volcano is just too hot for comfort and I’m truly tired of stepping my way through its embers……………

The Monster Has Gone

The monster has gone-would we ever really hear here those words escape our mouth because the devil doesn’t die how they can? They were invincible some kind of entity that would always be there feeding on our inner child because we feel them daily, whilst that child is still trying to find that dark corner or place where it feels a little safer. like all abused children, we grow separately because there is no escaping the adult we will have to become, but our inner child can never leave that hiding place and be able to function so as the adult isn’t it now our job to protect them? Over the years we may have tried to go within to bring us together as one, but on entering the exact opposite would win through as they tried to exist in a world that felt so completely alien and fearful. Once joined we become that terrified child in a world that we feel is completely unsafe so we retreat back into the shadows of the dark and that blanket of the surroundings that are familiar to that child, because although it may seem as if we are coping with this union on the outside inside we are really struggling to be that person because we feel anything other than able.

Time after time we may have tried to bring that child to the world we are now occupying only to learn that even we can’t reach them because they have retreated to a place where we can’t enter it seems without an invitation. It seems that the traffic at that moment in time is only one way, once invited and we are able to visit that place it takes all the strength we have to pull back from the pain we are feeling whilst there because we can’t hold on to it. So we leave with the guilt we feel at leaving them behind alone there in the shadows, we have to do this because we are part of society and it has become an art form that we have mastered over the years. We need to do all the things that are necessary to be part of life or at least seem to be when in truth we don’t feel a part of anything just abandonment and the guilty reminder that we did not have the strength in which to stay. Once again we were not able to hold on to that terrified child and bring about that much-needed step towards their healing but we need to remember the important thing to recognise is that we are still trying.

So how do you deal with the news that arrives to say the monster has gone? How can you reach that child and coax them out of the shadows when it’s all they have ever known? How does that child trust that it’s really now safe to emerge and that you will be there waiting for them in peace? The real truth is that they don’t know this world that we have been living in because they have never lived anywhere else; it’s a hell of a thing to accomplish when you don’t even how where to start because for such a long time for all intensive purposes you have never lived as one. In truth, I’m not really sure who is more scared the child or this person that we have become, which at times at least to the outside world that we are a functioning member of society so what do we do first? How can you ever achieve that migration of becoming one? You’re so aware that this is a transition that only you can bring to fruition as we struggle within this reverse polarity, and not feeling anything at all in that precise moment in time where you can’t even feel as if your feet are really still on solid ground.

There we are in a kind of trance aware of this happening but having such difficulty believing what would be our first reaction? For me, it is to write which may seem like an odd thing to do after receiving such news, but my writing is the one thing that I can delve into and be able to talk and relate to as if there is a third person. I feel removed from the thoughts going over and over in my head I guess it’s what has kept me a little sane over the years because I’m able to feel there without hurting, that’s a concept that I’m sure others would find unable to understand but we have all found a way to distract we had to. A place to retreat that works for us a place where we can remove ourselves from a situation that is just too difficult to deal with in that moment of time, it allows us to stay anchored in this world which is something that everyone has to feel it’s just far more difficult for an abused child to do.

Sitting here we still feel as if we are on our own we can’t even relate right now to that inner child because they are silent but why? And we don’t think that having someone here with us would make a difference because the person we have to reach in still deep inside of us, and it seems they are not very eager to join us right now in this completely abstract state of mind we find ourselves in. So let’s move away from where we are at present and explore the ways in which to move towards that objective of becoming as one that any of us would feel at that moment in time. The struggles we would all face because it’s not as easy as saying “thank god the monster has gone” because although they may have done their memory is still alive and kicking relentlessly as you try and take in the information
received it’s just so unreal.

Our struggle is always going to be the memories that are so difficult to deal with because they are the biggest part of whom we are, and we feel as if letting go of them will somehow bring the monster back and that it’s all a ruse to put us off guard. How do we even make a start towards our inner child when we are still having immense trouble trusted this information for ourselves, it feels as if someone were to pinch us we would be back to reality and still under their shadow. Our minds are so full of this new information that it seems all else has faded into the background quite simply because there isn’t any room for anything else to remain, we feel as if the world is now a different place but what does that mean? How do we move on to a place where we will believe that we no longer have to run from the monster? The truth is that we have been running for so many years do we really know how to stand still? It’s like someone has cut off your arm and you had happily let them because it was no longer of any use but the stump is still there.

For some, it’s a childhood memory but for others the monster has been there with them for a lifetime dropping in and out of our lives at will and then the memories become vast, adding up as time passes and always expected to arrive and seemingly we expect more in front of us. It becomes more like an expectant visitor where you find yourself making room for them even before they arrive and that ever-growing pile becomes harder and harder to hold on to. Somehow you feel as if something is now missing from your world and not knowing how that will be you have never existed without the fear. You’ve prayed for it for so long to be able to escape their clutches and now that you have what’s left? It may sound like an odd thing to say but the only thing that has been removed is the monster; those memories still need to be pacified but at least there will be no more to add to that pile.

We are always going to feel unsteady with this adjustment because our abuse and its effects have been there for such a long time, in truth, it will even take time for this news to really sink in because we never had an out we could take of our own only the passing of time. It’s a shock and as with all others shocks we can’t deal with it over-night even though it’s something we may have thought of often, but the reality of the happening is something that we could never prepare for. I’m aware that all of the above may sound a little like we’ve suffered a loss and one that will be mourned over, but that’s not the way I am hoping that this reads because that’s not my intention at all. But it’s still a loss that will affect any of us greatly even if a grateful one it will need to be addressed and digested because every loss is life brings with it a change be it for the good or the complete opposite. But maybe now we can really move towards our recovery with a lighter step and a different outlook of the world and some margin of safety, where we are no longer looking over our shoulder and we are able to move around freely. To think that we can adjust quickly to this news would be extremely fanciful on our part, because even whilst at times they are not around us we are very aware of their existence. We have a lot of years to unravel a lot of emotions to deal with and then there’s that strange place that we now find ourselves in.

Receiving such news is quickly followed by emerging emotions that until now we have never had experience of its completely new and the effect can knock us a little off-kilter. It’s difficult to try to explain without experiencing because they arrive seemingly in a concrete mixer as their content seem to merge, as one after another filters into our consciousness whilst our subconscious is still deciding where to put the bricks. We experience confusion to joy and anger but it’s an anger that has a very different slant on it than ever before, peace and lightness as to who we are without that weight of always expecting. Because as long as they were living we never truly knew if we had left them behind without that glance over our shoulder or the feeling of anxiousness that had never really left us. But the one feeling that overrides them all completely is that feeling of peace that you have never felt in your life at any time preceding this news and it’s welcomed with open arms.

It will take time to process but maybe now we can finally stop looking under the bed……………

Help Me

Help me – it’s a really difficult thing to ask at times more so if you have an abusive past and you have learnt that help is something that you could never reply on, the only memory you have is that help was never available and it was down to you to help yourself. It’s a really hard lesson to learn because during that time you have asked often without being able to ask with the use of words, as a child you are so aware that asking this way would bring down the wrath of gods or hell’s fire upon you that has been drummed into your mind with a force which is unimaginable. I remember thinking so many times that to do so would mean the end of everything more than that it would mean the end of me, the consequences were seen every night that I slept when the nightmares would frequent my dreams.

I would wake up in a bath of sweat and a heart that was beating out of my chest, seeing those dark shadows dancing across the walls and hearing those footsteps coming ever closer and closer even though they may have been in my subconscious. The mind is a very fragile thing when it’s overwhelmed with the horrors in actuality or within the dark place that is within, because within that confusion during the darkness of the night they are as one. Help was never going to arrive it never had before so why would it do so now? So as we grow into adulthood the one thing that we are oh so sure of is we would never be able to ask for help and that feeling can last for a lifetime.

It can form a habit within us that is so very hard to break because it’s back there deep within its never left us, we know that to ask for help would mean complete trust but how do we achieve that? When trust was something that made us weak or vulnerable within the place of safety we have created out of necessity, just how do you break the habit of a lifetime and find that place of safety at our request? I know through experience just how this feeling can affect us and if I ever look towards help I am sent to a place where I feel as if I’m drowning. But it’s a place that I dipped my toe into so very recently having found that strength to do so only to be reminding that help would once more be denied to me, and I relived the pain of that memory of being completely alone as it took me back to a place of complete pain and desolation.

Once more trying to keep my head from going under without the aid of the life raft I had been so sure would have been there. What was it I said above about trust? God knows why in the hell do we take this journey when we are so often reminded that we are alone so why do we just not accept that? For me it was a lesson that hurt so very much and unearthed so many memories that were so very painful, and it took me right back to that scared child laying in the dark praying for someone anyone to help me hold it together because right at that moment in time I was falling apart. So there I was sitting once more alone within complete clarity that asking for help was a disastrous mistake, and only served to remind me that maybe I should have trusted my instincts or memories and that no one was ever going to help me.

OK, so where should we go from here? Stop trying to find that elusive trust that must be the answer isn’t it? The answer to that is a resounding no, because if we stop the journey we have just started on in pursuit of the trust we take such a backward step and we may never recover it again. We have to try to understand why that help was denied and if the road we travelled in which to find it was the wrong one. Maybe I was trying to place that trust where it was not able to given for reasons I may never really understand or be able to comprehend. Maybe what I was asking for was just too much for them to hold on to and still be able to stand up right themselves, I need to remember that although I offer help daily and I’m able to remove myself from another’s pain and look at the problem objectively with the offer of honest help but they were not me. I need to accept that they crumbled beneath its weight and I guess that won’t change. This is said without accusation or trying to attach blame because they have no place here we all have our different strengths. Although for me that could have been the road I so needed to be on to obtain the much needed trust and help that I needed, without feeling out of my depth because at least I was floating and at that moment in time and the water wasn’t dragging me under. Although I’m sure to all that witnessed this transition it was less than graceful but I was just trying to stay afloat with this trust and help that I had finally requesting making it so very hard to swim.

I’m aware that this piece sounds all about me but I’m so very sure that whilst reading if you are an abuse survivor you have travelled this road also because there is no avoiding it’s legacy we have to learn to live with, and hopefully one day overcome and receive the help without also crumbling under with the weight of asking. So yes I’ve shared a piece of me today but that’s not a bad thing it’s always a good thing to know we are not alone out there with the struggles that we encounter. I’m also sure that whilst reading you will be able to relate to each word as it jumps towards you from the page, we are not so different in the way we relate because our abuse binds us together without the knowledge of whom or where we are. Sharing is so important so let’s continue on that rocky road together but also accept that there are going to be a few cracks we will inevitably fall into, and we may scrape our knee’s any number of times but the alternative is not moving and we have to move or fall behind. Because every day is a lesson if we choose to learn from it and that’s where I am right now still smarting a little from the falls along that travelled road and applying plasters liberally.

But my door is always open to all that need it you just need to find the trust in which to ask…………….


It’s a strong word and so very unsafe on the opposite of love that we at times don’t know which side of it we are sitting on, or of course which side will win this fight with our emotions or pull us over into that dark place or not. It’s a feeling that we have all felt often throughout our life time because it’s a reaction and at times we can’t control the blood that is beginning to boil deep within us. It’s a place in which we feel out of control and without any power to influence our thoughts feelings and actions, they are just there and no matter how we try the only way out of it is to go through it even if it takes every ounce of strength we have left to fight it. Even if we feel that the end is never going to arrive and that this pain is excruciating we have no choice but to be pulled along in that river of pain.

Of course all this hating is supposed to make us feel strong in control and doing things our way but the truth is nothing ever gets dealt with through hate, only when we can sit down and remember the love that was once there will we ever see the truth that needs to be recognised. That’s the point where hate is now replaced with an understanding of why we had once more entered that place with such vigour. We can’t begin to see things clearly when the veil of hate is lying against our face as if it had been placed there with superglue, because there is no sense to be made there and our eyes are obstructed from any clear vision.

I guess in truth it is always a fight against or within ourselves because we are the ones doing the feeling and controlling our anger, we are the ones at war within with no clear winner to be seen. But what we don’t understand at that moment in time is that victory is not final and defeat is not fatal, so all we can do is to allow these emotions to take place and know that in time the veil will lift and our vision will once more become clear.

I’ve been reminded of that feeling of late and it really surprised me because it’s a feeling that for me for so many years was only just dormant under and very thin layer of skin, and I really thought that my skin in the here and now had become a little thicker down the years towards my recovery. So I guess I was caught napping and failed to remember that recovery is a life long journey and one in which I could not push the tide. In truth I am now today grateful for that wake-up call because it bought to me a new adventure that I would never have seen without that return to that dark plaice. Maybe it was what was needed to bump start a new chapter in my life and allow the new to arrive and it be welcomed. So in truth hate can also be a feeling of freeing yourself from those deep emotions we at the time can do nothing about although I agree it could be a little easier, but I’ve learnt in life that nothing that you really want is easy it takes work deep within.

I ventured down a path that I had never looked at before and found myself there without really noticing if that doesn’t sound too odd? But it was a path that will bring me a great deal of satisfaction and fulfilment whilst helping others along the way. To be asked by a university to be an acting part of the students learning is something I would not have considered without the journey I had just taken, because I would have had no reason to look in that direction. So it seems that we never stop moving forward in life just because we don’t want to. Hate is a memory and at times we think they make us who we are but it fact they are only a reminder of where we’ve been. We allow the past to hold on to us far more than it has a right to because we bury those feelings of hate to draw on at a different time instead of just letting it go. Hate is a dead emotion that never brings with it any joy so the question has to be why we are holding on to it? My learning today in the here and now is that I don’t know what’s out in front of me unless I really look without that veil, even if looking was not part of my plan because I don’t hold a hidden map of the future I just have to keep moving.

What I am trying to say here and I hope with some success is that at times we will all feel that our world is over, and that we can’t go on as we roll around in that hateful state of mind. But in time the end will come the pain will lift and you never know what it will bring when you find that veil has been lifted. Life is a journey even if at times it’s an unpleasant one but we can’t step away from it because it’s difficult. That’s the time where we have all the strength we need because of and in spite of our past abuse, because if we have made it through that nothing is beyond our grasp and I’m grateful for that reminder. We need to remember that strength isn’t always measured in a way in which it’s visible.

So I have decided to stick with love because hate is too much of a burden………


Narcissism the word even sounds a little cruel or maybe that’s my memory linked to a time where I was a victim of it’s of its controlling elements, it’s so long ago now but the feeling never leaves you totally. If I allow my mind to travel back in time it was such an unpleasant experience where I was being controlled and manoeuvred with military precision, never knowing where or when I would be required to get in line for inspection. But no matter how long I took pressing and ironing my uniform or the time I took polishing my shoes it would never be good enough, I was never going to pass inspection because that’s the way of a narcissist and trying was never going to be good enough it seemed that I would always fall short.

Of course the above is an analogy but it is so very close to the acquirements that a narcissist insists on because control is the over welling factor in a relationship that they become a part of, in truth you really can’t do right for doing wrong because the next order of march will always be unexpected and you will never be good enough to be included in any parade. Just when you think that you are marching in the right direction you will find that you’re not even on the same parade ground, the reason is clear to all that have encountered this type of behaviour they never really want you to get it right they just want to be the one shouting out the orders.

Narcissists have excessive interest of self to include a grandiose view of their own talents and self admiration, selfishness and an unbending craving for your admiration and your full attention whilst making all believe that in fact they only wanted the exact opposite. In public they appear to be compassionate generous and a desirable friend partner or lover and indeed they really believe that is who they are, whilst in truth they only want to hear all about them and the only words they listen to are the words emerging from their own mouth. Any opinion you may hold is of no interest to them because they suffer from a core dysfunction of a listening disorder, think of it as a one sided conversation with multiple features that emerge as a result but always with the fixation on themselves.

Almost all abusers are narcissists and it’s true to say that an abused child can be duped into that way of life as an adult without seeing the hidden side effect of that abuse so long ago, it can of course also be that they are well aware of this side of themselves but their actions if even recognised they relate to the convenience of their abuse. Of course that statement is a generalisation and clearly not true of all abused children. But in my own experience I have seen for myself the manifestation that can occur and which I relate to so completely in this piece that I am here today sharing, and so I am speaking from my own experience because that’s all I can do.

Our abuse leaves us with so much that is unsaid hidden or understood even by ourselves until that scenario repeats its self which can happen many years later, and arrive unannounced and from a quarter in which is was never expected. If this happens we can be held in that place never really seeing the repeated behaviour until it has once more done the damage in which was intended, and we are left holding the emerging memories that we have been pulled back into experiencing. There we are once more experiencing that hold of a narcissist even if for a time we can’t see it or maybe we don’t want to see it because how could this be happening again? Should we not have been able to see it? In truth maybe we were aware all along but once in the grip of a true narcissist for a period of time we are blinkered after all they have spent years perfecting their art. But its an art that in time will be felt in their direction if there is any judgment in this world of which at times I’m left guessing.

We could spend time here talking about ramifications of our repeated experience, but in truth all we can do is learn from that period of time and heal the pain that was once more felt deep within at their end game. But we also don’t need to be included in any future game play if indeed we were even ever part of it anyway because a narcissist doesn’t play well with others. In the cold light of day we are left with what is and that can’t be changed and pity is the only emotion left that we should now be feeling in their direction.

Hold on to this thought they are in the mist of creating a very lonely existence…………

Words That Should Never Be Spoken

Before I re-post this piece I need to explain the reason as to why I had taken it down. It truth it was because I found that it was closely linked with my feelings and emotions at that time in my own present. Although I try to write for all to benefit from my pieces my own emotions cannot at times be excluded because life happens to all of us. Knowing this I removed the piece to reflect on the reasons that I had written it. For me it was a great learning curve because I questioned what I know was the truth without those rose coloured glasses. After careful consideration I am now sure that I wrote it for the right reasons whilst also acknowledging my own feelings of humanity and at times self judgement. Some people just really can’t be helped and seem to take joy in another’s pain in a very narcissistic manner, but we will never reach them because they are unreachable and live in a place where they are the only concern. In time these people will lose all that matters to them because they don’t know how not to act in an unselfish manner, whilst also cruelly making another feel that this discord within was of their own making.

So here it is back where it should have stayed without questioning my reasons for writing which is never going to be in question again.


Words have power and invoke upon us an enormous range of feelings and emotions but when these words are spoken by the one you love their power becomes infinite because you never expected it from that direction. When you are likened to your abuser the pain we feel is so completely excruciating because you know just what that monster was and is capable of

Are you really like him? Or is this just a sure fired way of hurting you with the most painful part of your life as ammunition. Even writing these words is painful it’s as if you have been stabbed right through the heart by someone that your heart belonged to, you are deeply reminded that maybe you will never it seems be able to leave this past hurt behind you. Someone somewhere will always be able to take a clear pot shot in your direction at their will, as you’re reminded of the chains that you have been pulling behind you nearly all of your life.

So how do we feel when that remark is then made by someone who has also been abused themselves? They wouldn’t say that right? Why would they because they must be acutely aware of just how painful that remark would be wouldn’t they? Sadly I have become so very aware of late that there are some people that will say anything in which to hurt you the most, and the knowledge of your abuse is the most powerful weapon in their arsenal. But we need to remember that if they choose to take this action it’s far more about them than about you because in doing so they show the true measure of whom they are. It may take some time to recuperate from a situation like this but we are more than capable.

Sadly they will always be who they are with no hope of recovery within for themselves because they have become so very dark inside. I’m choosing not to write more here today because I am not prepared to give them any more recognition than they deserve why? In truth they don’t deserve any recognition whatsoever when they crawl along the ground so very low as to use our abuser against us. We need to be aware that this type of person is indeed out there among us, and instead of looking inwards towards their own recovery they choose to use it as an excuse to behave in any manner they wish to. Take this knowledge and bury it away in a darkest corner of your mind in the hope that it never needs to be exhumed.

But if there is ever a day that you’re reminded of this piece remember that their words reflect nothing about you and everything about them……..