May 26, 2003
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The Most Reckless Thing
Long ago in a galaxy far, far away ... I had a dead end job and a couple of great friends. Fresh out of college and on my own, trying my wings for the first time in my life out from under the protection, authority, and control of my parents I had no goals, no ambitions, and no thought for tomorrow.
You have to know a couple things about me in order to appreciate that time in my life. You've seen those photos of guys in the muscle magazines. The ones who have developed particular muscle groups to the point that they no longer resemble the human form. Now imagine that "sense of responsibility" is a muscle group. Mine was a bit out of proportion in the same sense that the triceps of Mr. Universe are slightly beyond normal parameters. I didn't drink, smoke, do drugs, or experiment with sex. (The wildest thing I did all the way through college was stay up all night playing Dungeons and Dragons while listening to Gordon Lightfoot albums.)
At the age of 22, I met other young idealists who agreed that we could change the world if we just had time and access to people we could help. Hanging around with them, I was introduced to partying as a lifestyle. We worked hard, but we played harder. I'm not sure looking back, why they included me in the group. But, I quickly became den mother to the lot of them. If I had been working that night, but they were out partying, they would come to my apartment after the bar closed, and I would cook for them. We'd sit up the rest of the night talking and often I'd have two or three people sleeping on my couch or floor the next afternoon when I left for work again.
On my nights off, I partied with them. I learned to drink, but just said no to drugs (except once when I'd been up all night and got called into work at 6 AM, I knew I couldn't stay awake and Gary offered me a little blue pill - he said "It's kind of like caffeine." Three days later when I finally came down enough to sleep I felt like I'd been run over by a Peterbilt. And that ended my one and only experiment with drugs.) I learned to smoke, and I used the cigarette as a prop, a barrier behind which I was safe. Don't come too close, I'll blow smoke in your eyes.
A whole year's worth of memories are clouded with smoke, exhaustion, adrenaline highs, the taste of herbal tea and the breeze that blows through a weeping willow at 4 AM. Some of the stuff that happened that year is just silly. One night, we had the idea that if we took hammers and tapped on radio towers, we could send secret messages to any aliens who might be monitoring earth radio transmissions. (As I recall, that was the same night I was introduced to slammers.) So, we all piled into my car - I wasn't sober but I was the most sober one in the bunch. And we drove up to the hill outside town where all the radio towers gathered and looked down on us with their blinking red eyes. We climbed the fence. Then we realized that we didn't know morse code. (I don't remember why we thought aliens would know morse code.) So we sat down and made up our own alphabet code. (I don't remember why we thought the aliens would know the alphabet either.) And eventually, but before the tequila wore off, we tapped out messages of love, peace and "please pick us to beam up the next time you're in the neighborhood."
I'm not sure what would have happened or where that year would have led if I had continued to drift along, playing with my friends and generally living from sensation to sensation. But, the problem with having a large number of people who know that your door is always open is that sometimes the wrong person knows that your door is always open. One night I went to bed with a guy sleeping on my sofa. I woke up when he attacked me.
I don't remember all the details of that night. I remember very vividly the next day when one of my friends came over about noon to find out why I didn't show up at work. I remember seeing the painting on the wall of doctor's office as he carried me through the waiting room. I remember being afraid that since I wasn't on birth control that I could have been impregnated. I remember thinking "I can never tell my parents about this, because this just proves that they are right about me. I'm not mature enough to handle being out here on my own." As I look back on it, I'm ashamed that I didn't file a police report or press charges. Now, I know that a person who will do this to one woman will do it to another and another and another. Then, I felt like it was my fault because I'd been stupid enough to invite him in.
No cautious lifestyle is a guarantee that it won't happen to you. But for a long time when I looked back on the year I was 22, it hardened my resolve to be strong and safe. I determined that I would never be vulnerable again.
I learned that refusing to be vulnerable to other people was the most reckless (marked by lack of proper caution, careless of consequences) thing I could do. Refusing vulnerability meant refusing trust, refusing intimacy, and refusing my own nature. Invulnerability didn't make me safe, it shut me away from all hope of being human. But, that's getting ahead of my story.
Ironically, I was so good at recovery, I made a career out of it. I became a counsellor to teenaged girls who had been raped or sexually abused. I was good at my work, a real crusader. I was repeatedly congratulated on my creative group therapy sessions and ideas. I probed emotional wounds with surgical skill to discover pockets of infection that could be cured with a few tearful hours of breakthrough on the issues.
I played with the fire. I juggled the fire. I danced so close to the fire to prove to myself that my experience hadn't weakened me, it had made me stronger. I became brittle. The harder I worked to save other people the more I lost myself. Finally, I reached the point that I couldn't sleep because when I closed my eyes I lived the abuse I heard described every day.
I had become reckless, determined to follow my course despite the ever more obvious consequences. Proper caution warns that you should stop when you begin to harm yourself. But, I was so determined to be safe from all others, that I was blind to the damage I was doing to myself. Tim and I were newly married, but I couldn't stand for him to touch me.
I've been sitting here staring at that last sentence for over half an hour, thinking, "where do you go from that?!" You don't get out of that place quickly. To my surprise, it took more than a couple hours of tearful breakthrough to deal with my issues. In one way or another, I'll be "dealing" with emotional echoes for the rest of my life, it's part of who I am. But, for the most part, it's such a distant part of the past that it's as though it were long ago, in a galaxy far, far away.
Comments (44)
Issues like that will always be with you, but in how you handled it and continue to handle it is the key.
And it looks like you have a very good grip on that key!
I'm very impressed with what you have shared here... very couragous... I'm glad you are on the healing road...
Your 22nd year sounds a lot like my 18th thru 20th.
I played hard, lived hard, took risks. Even managed to get raped by the brother of a friend. I didn't report it either. Figured since I'd been drinking that no one would care.
Amazing that I lived thru that time. Glad I did. Amazing what the mind does to us though. I imagine there are still issues I've yet let rise to the surface. But I think there a lot of things that happened that I don't want to remember. Ever.
I remember when I found out I had cancer, I immediately flashed to my past and thought...'maybe if I hadn't been as wild...'. I, of course, know this is bunk but still...the mind is weird.
I'm glad you wrote this. Very.
Take it from someone who knows - you are on the road to your recovery/salvation.
Here's the part that resonates for me: Refusing vulnerability meant refusing trust, refusing intimacy, and refusing my own nature. Invulnerability didn't make me safe, it shut me away from all hope of being human. I do that all the time--have done it all my life--with less justification than you had at 22. I'm interested by your use of the word "reckless" for this kind of behavior; it's not the term I would have chosen, though I recognize this isn't a very wise policy.
The image I used to use in college was of a fairy tale princess-in-a-tower, only I built the tower myself and raised the hedge around it. Twelve years later I'm still trying to root up the damn hedge.
You've come a long way
There are ghosts in my past that pop in and out on occasion...I just think you are dealing...and the more you let it out...and let it not drag you into a dark pit of depression the better you are.....
Tina
You're such a strong woman. I hope you don't mind, I'm nominating this one for ZangaZine. It really struck a chord with me, and I think everyone should read this.
Thank you for sharing this...
Such a great deal of courage to share this one.
People change so drastically throughout their lives that harkening back to what one was -- the decisions made, the risks taken -- is sometimes like veiwing an alien being altogether. And sometimes like looking in a mirror long hidden even from oneself. Frightening exercise -- but vital. Thank you so much for letting us see this path you walked, and how, in part, it led to today. 
I was really touched when I read what you'd written. That takes a lot of courage to share something so personal, so intimate, with others. I am so sorry for the experience you went through, although it did enable you to help hundreds of other girls face similar issues and come through it as whole as they could be. I agree with the part you wrote about how refusing intimacy was the most reckless thing you could do...in some moments, it may seem like a sensible thing, but in the end, the only person it hurts is yourself and the people who try to care for you. It's kind of self destructive, and self defeating. Thanks so much for sharing this with us.
wonderful wonderful brave and truly eye-opening sentiments. i used to think i lived a wild life, but really what is alcohol and cigarettes and pot. i tried to experience all that i could as well. but nothing quite as extreme as abusing, raping, or assaulting or getting abised, raped, or assaulted.
you have lived and endured. the kind of person that you are now, the wonderful thoughts that we read, and this blog: these are testaments that bad things in life can never, ever, put a good person down.
What a wellwritten post! I led a workshop once on "Pulling Poetry From Pain." Those are the poems I hide from my mother.
I don't know what to say to this. It was my (?playful?) suggestion on your last blog that prompted it, I know...this was not what I expected, hon. But as always, you are an amazing woman that can't be pigeonholed or predicted (which fits in with your recent blog about labels, at a matter of fact). My hat goes off to you, Terri, for writing this fearless and eloquent blog.
{{{{Terri}}}}
~Spot~
I'm glad the world has changed to the point that women can talk about things like this. In my younger years, it was hidden. Thank you for writing this. I know that you will have helped others by telling your experience. You are very strong and to be admired.
I'm at work, sitting here with my goofy little headset on staring at that same sentence that stunned you. It's painfully true. Sadly, I knew this story before we married and I thought I could be strong enough for the two of us. I "knew" what I was getting in to... the reality is a far cry from the intellectual understanding of formal education. Too many times I wasn't strong enough and I failed you. I am so sorry.
We'll get through this together ... but we'll need to prop each other up.
*hugs*
T
xxx
I'm going to take a guess, from the above comment, that Ubiquity is your husband ~ and say how glad I am that you have each other. The ghosts and demons I have in my past.. they're not things that go away, but each day you learn how to deal with them better. Some days are better than others
...excellent post from YOU. You are so brave and healthy, more than you may realize. Hats off to you, you're a survivor.
MuSe
Kudos to your inner strength!
Faith
Wow
You are brave. I like YOU being YOU posts.
I loved this.. truly beautiful as the person
it's great to take a peak inside, even when it's hard to let someone in...thank you for sharing
this one squeezed at my heart upon reading it, and even more so when I read ubiquity's reply. it was a terrible terrible thing, that. it's so good to read the blog of a strong, successful woman who surrounded herself with a family who loves her and supports her all because she is loving and supporting herself.
you are very wise.
and talented and kind and... blessed.
It's a journey of a million years...or more. But eventually, the distant galaxies fade into a point of light. And then forever into the mystery of night.
That must have been tough to write. But maybe you struggle will help some other women out there to come to grips with their own experience. Oh, and I used to play D&D in collage too.
o/

God Bless - Dale
I have missed reading your site so much! Your stories and insight I think are always wonderful but I would have never thought something so terrible happened to you. I can’t imagine dealing with the memories and trying to live life without allowing it to affect you. I also commend you on the courage it took to post this blog.
Then we realized that we didn't know morse code...
You made me laugh...
This is, without question, the most wonderfull post I have read on xanga. I'm sorry about dudes like the asshole that did you at 22. As a guy, I feel some responsibility. Never accept blame yourself for what another has done to you. I'm sorry as fuck that that happened..... I hope you learned to love fully and with your heart again.
All of this post was so poignant, I doubt I will ever forget it..
Ok... I'll leave now and wish you well and hapiness forever and a day.
Thanks for sharing. I'm sorry for what happened to you.
Congrats! This blog has been nominated for ZangaZine and appears in this week's issue! Keep up the great work!
your writing shows there is beauty to be found in the terrible. amazing. i rarely read blogs anymore, but I'm glad I read this one...
the good thing here is the wonderful woman you always have been...
Wow I am just now reading this and I am sure you wont read this since it was months ago..... I two was raped this way it actually happened to me twice. I totally can understand and relate to exactly how it made you feel. I too was ashamed to file a report or tell anyone especially my parents. I look at it today as somthing that made me who I am and also the ability to understand other and help in anyway to share the pain the comes from RAPE. NO MEANS NO!!!!
Thank you so much for stepping out and sharing a tough and difficult time in your life. I have been there too. I has affected me for my life also. The whole thing about this is, you can't erase the tape, but you can work through it so as to be able to help someone else!! God Bless you!!
That hit very close to home.. you're a beautiful writer, big talent. Just to keep movin forward can be the hardest thing sometimes but we all have that strength in us... just gotta figure out which is the right tap. Stay Strong- anyone that can share their feelings like that with everyone is an angel to those who can't
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Your entry was profound and mirrors my own life. Alas, my blue pill was a solo line of cocaine, but, alas the only drug I've ever known...and I knew it once.
Well written.
Excellent blog entry. I was molested when I was 12, then raped again when I was an adult. I lived in fear for years and shut everyone out.
I am blessed in that I had become friends with someone who had survived life as an unwilling prostitute. She told me, "It's only your body; they can't rape your mind unless you let them." I decided that she was right and refused to let it affect me mentally.
Rape counseling further helped me and I now I'm the mom of three beautiful girls; my husband and I enjoy a full relationship. I no longer am haunted by the ghosts, because I refuse to allow them to rule me by fear.
You are a brave, brave woman. I wish you and your husband the very best.
I never read this before.... I'm glad I did now.
You are an inspirational person and have used this experience to grow stronger. *hugs* I'm a mother of teenagers and will tell them of your experience. It will be a timely warning about the ways of the world. Thank you for sharing this part of your life.
Wow. What a powerful piece of writing! Thank you so much for your very empathetic comment on my site, and for sharing this story with such courage and honesty. “Refusing vulnerability meant refusing trust, refusing intimacy, and refusing my own nature. Invulnerability didn't make me safe, it shut me away from all hope of being human.” Those words jumped off the page at me also. Before I learned of W.’s rape, I simply could not understand her avoidance of real, emotional intimacy, even though she said she wanted that with me. Now I’d like to support her in getting the help she needs, without pressuring her, but I’m unsure of how to do that.
You’re an extraordinary person, and your site is simply awesome! Thank you for being here!
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