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…………….