My Healing Journey

I was a child once, a baby first of course, then a kid, then a teenager, and now, thankfully, an adult. As a baby, I now know I was a contrary little thing, refusing  to drink the milk my mother had ready for me. I demanded formula milk, not breast milk. I’ve recently said sorry to Mum about it, even though I have no idea why I did such a silly thing.

My dad used to tease me when I was a pre-teen and call me ‘Mary, Mary, quite contrary!’ He thought it hilarious, I thought it cruel and sometimes he made me cry with anger about it. I think now he just liked the joke too much to let it go, and my over the top reaction just made it funnier. The fact that my middle name is in fact Mary probably made it perfect for Dad to make that joke, and thinking about my contrary behaviour as a baby, well, maybe I deserved the taunt.

As a woman who is now a mother and a mum who was proud to be a breast feeding mum, I find it strange that as a baby I refused to do the natural thing. I’ve bred pure-bred dogs for twenty years too, and I know breast is definitely best for babies. Bottle feeding is OK in emergency situations, but doing it naturally is easiest, safest and definitely the best way to feed a baby creature.

I don’t think I was particularly contrary as a teenager, but I know I certainly took some risks. I did stupid things and took unnecessary risks. The risks I took weren’t physically risky in ways that could have led to broken bones. I took the kinds of risks I’ve since learned sexually abused children sometimes take.

I would allow men and boys do things to me a girl of such a young age shouldn’t let them do, and I felt like I didn’t deserve any better. Now I realise the folly of my actions, but all those years ago I thought that was a way to find love. Silly, silly me.

Love had nothing to do with what used to happen to me back when I was a teenager and young adult. Lust, on the part of the male participant was certainly present, but there was no love at all. I’ve learned so much since moving on from those sordid and sad years. I now have a husband who I love and who loves me. I’ve also thought long and hard about my young and sorry years way back then.

I have found hope and forgiveness in my forties. The teen boys who misused me didn’t realise the damage they did, and I didn’t realise the damage being done to me either. My creative writing in the past ten or so years has helped me find peace and I can forgive myself and others for the misdeeds of my youth.

The man who sexually abused me as a 7 year old is dead, never realising perhaps the enormity of his actions. Alcohol was his reason perhaps, but I was never in a position to tell on him back then, so he never was going to face the courts. I’ve written about him, and recently spoken briefly to my mother about this. There’s not much more to be gained from doing much more about this, apart from acknowledge it and move on.

I was damaged, and now I am healed. Writing the poems and  putting together my poetry collection have been a huge part of my healing. I hope now others may find some kind of healing in reading about this story on this blog, and perhaps getting a copy of my collection and reading the poems. My story is there, victim to survivor, and then one who wishes to assist others.

I invite others to contact me on this site, I am happy to talk with others here.


8 thoughts on “My Healing Journey

  1. johnlmalone says:

    it’s a very moving and essentially optimistic post, Carolyn; it is good to see you moved on; alcohol though is no e4xcuse for what that man did


  2. Many people use alcohol as medication, but it usually causes more problems. I try to remain optimistic in all things. Alcohol may have been part of the reason, but is not an excuse. Bad is bad, not matter the reason for it.


  3. I love and respect your honestly. I was abused and I really see where you are coming from. The sexual abuse involved alcohol and it is not to be excused. I do know “it is what it is. I need to move on”. Once I became a mother myself all bets were off on letting the abuse by my mother just Go. As a mom I just do not understand how she did what she did. I really cant make sense of it, though I am trying to let it go AGAIN. I would never hurt my child. Giving birth turned the tables on me: I couldn’t just let it be anymore. I am hoping to get back there though. I agree: write! I like this post and your honestly!


  4. ruthdamayanti says:

    I read it and i spot on how your parents teased you. I mean your dad. I remembered when i was so little around 5 or something. They have something like marry marry on contrary for you to me. I was crying all the time every time they said it. it is UTOK. But, this time i dont mind this word anymore. As now, my mom created a new word to tease me. Can you imagine, i am married now and age 30 but my mom still tease me and ask my two brothers to tease me that way.

    I think i need healer more and more in writing. My husband support me to write and share my wound in a book if i dont want to write in a public.

    As now, i know i am not healed yet. I am struggling to find my inner peace not only writing but reading bible and meditate the word of God to my self.



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