Chopping the Onion
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Dusana Michaels shares her personal journey through the recovery from childhood incest. Her journal entries take you from the first inklings that a part of her life was missing to finding hope and inspiration on the step-by-step process of healing from trauma. The rawness and vulnerability of the childhood wounds are transmuted into strength and power as the thoughts and emotions associated with the trauma are faced with tenacity and willingness.
It is an inside perspective of the ups and downs associated with finding trust, learning to love, practicing forgiveness, and listening to the guidance from above without going into graphic details of the abuse. It covers the universal themes of personal growth that human beings encounter on the way to wholeness. Dusana lives her life by taking the lessons presented in life and integrates them into a new way of seeing herself and the world.
Chopping the Onion offers a powerful message for finding your way through the darkest hours to encounter the light and peace once more.
Dusana Michaels
Dusana Michaels has spent over 20 years in the process of recovering from childhood incest. In addition to her personal experience, she has a M.A. in counseling and has interwoven her professional experience throughout her journey. She draws upon her sense of humor and spiritual connections to find the next step on her path. Dusana lives in Denver, CO and looks to the mountains for inspiration and gratitude.
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Chopping the Onion - Dusana Michaels
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ISBN: 978-1-4525-8485-0 (sc)
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Balboa Press rev. date: 11/06/2013
Table of Contents
Dedication
Preface
Introduction
Inklings
Surfacing
Picking Apart
Love and Forgiveness
Emerging
New Beginnings
Why Live? What is Life About?
Ready to Find Love
Reaching for My Dream
Descending
Hidden Again
Going Home
Making Lemonade
Grief Catches Up with Me
My Life is Calling
Afterword
Appendix
Bibliography
Reader’s Guide
About the Author
3.jpgDedication
Ah Lois, he had said, there is in life a suffering so unspeakable, a vulnerability so extreme that it goes far beyond words, beyond explanations and even beyond healing. In the face of such suffering all we can do is bear witness so no one need suffer alone. (Remen, 2000 p. 105)
To the survivors braving this path and the witnesses of our journey.
3.jpgPreface
Once upon a time there was a beautiful little girl who lived in the village of Evil. She was a perfect child with eyes as blue as the sea. She had a smile for everyone she met and was love itself. When she walked into a room it was like a breath of fresh air had entered. Everyone noticed her for she was like the sun shedding light onto everything she touched. The world vibrated just because she was in it. Exceptional was the only word to describe such a child.
Unfortunately in this village there lived a monster that came at night. During the day the monster was as sweet a man as could be found and he gave her whatever she wanted. But the monster hated all the love she had to give. What kind of life could such a beautiful person have? She was bound to get hurt so he decided to kill her. He had to destroy the little girl for her own good.
The monster would come and do things to the little girl that he could never imagine doing during the day. He made sure she felt dirty, ugly and bad. It had to be her fault that the sweet man turned into such a monster. She was the one forcing him to perform disgusting acts and she enjoyed it. She wasn’t the beautiful child that everyone thought she was—she was evil. Why else would he treat her so inhumanely? The monster hit her and told her she was a wicked child for coercing him to behave so horrendously.
It didn’t take long for clouds to cover the village. The sunshine went away as the little girl died. Her smile was lost as her world slowly crumbled. Gloom and misery spread through the village as the once beautiful child evolved into a plastic doll who did everything right. The child who had been a joy to be around grew into a cold void. She was going through the motions but the life in her was gone.
The sweet man walked around like a peacock for what the monster had accomplished. Now the child was just a doll and nothing could hurt her. He was unable to understand that the monster did more harm to her than the entire world ever could. Believing his love for the child killed her, he felt she was finally safe.
However, the beautiful child never did fully die. She hid deep inside the doll until she could escape and start her own life. Incredible things happened to her and she came out to brighten up the world.
One day the doll will be entirely gone and only the little girl will remain. Her love will shine down once more and nothing will destroy her ever again.
3.jpgIntroduction
For the first 23 years of my life I thought I had a happy childhood. It has taken another 23 years for me to appreciate that part of my life again. The time in between has been a heart-wrenching journey that I have not been sure I ever wanted to write down. Even as I write this, I’m still not sure. Will the world understand what my story is and why I feel compelled to share it?
The contention between the person who had ingrained into her the effects of abuse and the beautiful person I was born to be has been waged within my soul and documented in my journals. Somewhere within me I knew there was a part that had never been touched. Then there was the body that has been ravaged with doubt and pain: emotional, mental, physical and spiritual. The incessant question of a human being dealing with earthly problems versus the spirit able to transcend it all—which one was truly me? I have seen this struggle repeated from one end of the spectrum to the other as I healed through the years.
How does one heal from incest? Slowly, gently and very carefully. It’s a precarious tightrope walk to confront the demons ever ready to raise their heads and take you down. The mental anguish of self-destructive beliefs incorporated to make sense of the unimaginable. Emotions that have torn me apart from the inside, sometimes to the point of retching. The embodiment of physical ailments as the emotions and thoughts attempted to find a form of expression that could be heard. And the ensuing spiritual crisis resulting from searching for answers to the questions: where was God when I needed Him, how do I learn to love and trust again and what does it mean to forgive?
Incest has never been anything I would wish upon my worst enemy. I am still trying to make sense of it all. I’ve needed this time to gain distance and perspective in order to gleam a new wisdom from the experience. My attitude has been able to change from being burdened and put upon by the actions of others to it being a part of my life that occasionally needs attention. Accepting the process as on-going recovery instead of the proverbial mountain that needs to be climbed and conquered. It never goes away and triggers provide a chance to heal pieces of myself that once had a function for survival, but were now hindering my growth toward wholeness. New situations and stages in life bring opportunities for the continuous healing that accompanies recovery from trauma. I’ve found a deeper understanding regarding the effects of the abuse as I’ve healed my unhealthy coping skills. In each situation, I’ve lived my way to what was empowering and freeing as surviving evolved into thriving.
The day I found my sense of humor about what I had been through was the day grace entered my life. I was finally able to ask, seriously, you expect me to go along with and believe what? I don’t think so. I often chuckle at the absurdity of the human condition and all its incarnations. It’s what keeps me sane.
In order to answer the question, why write this down now, I need to take a step back. I’ve always known I’ve needed to write a book about my experience. I have started it countless times. I’ve been writing it in my head for years. I had a title for it and felt a pang when other people talked about writing a book that accompanied my inner voice saying, but I have a book.
When I was in college, a friend of my sister’s talked about spirit or an inner knowing that would wake you up at a specific time without setting an alarm clock. This information appealed to my desire to use the 90% of the brain’s capacity that most humans never access. It spoke to a level of trust in the unseen I didn’t currently have. It meant giving up a little bit of my belief in the tangible world around me. It started my journey of listening to this other voice.
The voice speaks to me in many different ways. Sometimes it’s a vision or intuition, other times it’s auditory. The voice came through the loudest after I had been to a family weekend at a treatment center. My brother was starting recovery for drug and alcohol abuse and I decided to have an assessment while I was there. I didn’t think there was a problem with my alcohol use but I was learning to live with integrity so I met with a counselor. I told her my drug of choice was sugar. She didn’t want to do the assessment on sugar so the next drug was alcohol. After she was done she asked me if I would be surprised if it showed I was an alcoholic. I replied, yes. She let me know it did.
I left the office and admitted it to my parents, my sister and my brother. When I got home I let my friends know. They laughed. They informed me I was the one they were least concerned about. One specifically told me, of all the people in her life, I was the most responsible drinker she knew. Based on the criteria of the counselor, everyone I knew was an alcoholic. I was processing the different sides of this issue when I heard the voice say, forgive yourself. In the decades that have passed, it was the loudest and clearest I ever heard this other voice.
During my 20s I learned to listen to this voice more and more. I asked for its guidance with remembering little things I needed to do. It gave warnings of events that were about to take place. It introduced people, books and ideas into my life that offered new and different perspectives. I didn’t always listen to it and would regret when I ignored it. I learned to heed and trust what it had to tell me.
The year of 2009 became a turning point in my life. Everything was falling apart. I lost my job, the counseling center I opened was proving to be a failed business venture, sustaining relationships had not developed and the economy was tanking. Finally, the main reasons I had been staying where I lived weren’t as pressing anymore.
I needed to make a dramatic change and was resisting the guidance being offered from the voice. I know how fast my life changes when I finally surrender to it and I wasn’t sure I had the energy to make it happen. My usual kicking and screaming period wasn’t making the prompting go away so at last I agreed, okay I’ll do it.
Once I stopped fighting the flow wanting to happen in my life, I was able to tackle each problem set before me. I knew I needed to physically move and each step I took brought me closer to that reality. I left only the essentials as I packed up my house. I re-painted and fixed and gave away and cleaned. I envisioned and dreamt of living in Denver. Energetically I was already gone, now to get my body there. I put my house on the market in January of 2010. Two weeks later it was under contract. Within three months of willingly surrendering my life towards moving in a new direction, I was living in Denver.
As part of my process I made a vision board with things that spoke to me instead of my life looking a specific way. Most were obscure images I have spent the past three years of my life living my way to the answers. I’d put it away for a time and then would bring it back out. Each time it made more sense as situations presented themselves to bring clarity from the obscure. Two prominent features on the vision board were a typewriter and a keyboard. Since making it I’ve been joking with friends, whatever could they mean? Though the signs were clear, I wasn’t ready to write. I went down my own path.
I took temporary work as a Census Enumerator and spent the rest of my time looking for a job while ignoring the writing message. In July I took the first one I was offered. It had taken a few months longer than expected and I was feeling desperate. Still it was something I could do or learn to do. I knew it offered skills I’d wanted to learn and an opportunity for growth in areas where I felt insecure and unsure of myself.
I started teaching English as a Second Language for a Family Literacy Program within an elementary school in the Aurora Public School District. My students were the adult parents of the children within the school. Family Literacy offers the opportunity for parents to understand the United States school system, learn the teaching techniques used in the classroom, practice helping their children with homework and learning the English language to become independent contributing members of society. The majority of my co-workers and students responded well to my overtures but all it takes is one who doesn’t.
Going down my own path ended up presenting situations in my work life that allowed me to hear messages planted long ago in my mind. Interpersonal dynamics with people played themselves out and the little triggers I was experiencing grew to a point I could no longer ignore.
I was reminded of how I had been treated as a child and it hurt to the core. I felt incredibly intense emotions—they hadn’t been this bad in years. The questions repeated in my head of ‘How do people know? What is it about me that they can disrespect me as a person and disregard my boundaries? What is it about me that makes it okay to treat me like this?’ All the times it has happened to me as an adult came rushing back and flooded me mentally and emotionally.
I have worked so hard through the years with healing the wound. It has been my goal to feel my feelings in such a complete way that the issue gets resolved. That every hurt I experienced as a child gets the attention it needs to fully heal. Yet here it is once again. Why? What haven’t I looked at?
During the spring of 2012, a close friend was diagnosed with terminal cancer. I spent a lot of time with him as his health deteriorated until his death in July. I was close to his daughter as well and, having lost her mother seven years before, I knew she had a lot of challenges ahead of her. I wanted to do what I could for his family. I asked him questions which I wrote down the answers for in a journal so she would still have a part of him when she’s older. It was a poignant time for me and one I will cherish for the rest of my life.
My journey continued with making changes for a more fulfilling life and answering the question, how do I want to be living? I spent the summer looking for a job back in the counseling field thinking it would bring me to the path my soul needed to continue growing. The school year was looming closer as I waited to find out the results of interviews. No offer came and I went back to the teaching job I was ready to move on from.
I was still working in Aurora, CO as the fall semester started in August of 2012. Our community had been hit hard with the shootings at the movie theater and I felt I knew why the school needed me there. I was a familiar and consistent face for the children and their parents. I helped to stabilize the fears and concerns as we tried to get things back to normal.
The tension in the school became unbearable as the fall semester progressed. Interpersonal dynamics continued to trigger my incest issues as I felt blamed for things I didn’t do and unsupported with my struggles. As others were trying to control everything happening within the building, I saw the parallels with the dynamics from my family of origin. Thoughts of what my dad had done to me ran through my head. I still didn’t understand how a father could do that to his daughter. I thought of how my dad dealt with his stress. I kept hearing shut up and take it. There was no support; no one sided with me. I was being massively triggered. Friends were worried about me and I felt like I was hanging on by a thread. I wanted out of there. I needed a new job.
I gave notice and quit without having anything lined up. I trusted if I heeded the message from the voice, I would be taken care of. I knew what I needed to do. I needed to write. It had been coming for a long time. Subsequently, two checks arrived with money owed to me and I was financially set for several months.
I found all the journals I’ve kept through the years and started to read them. I looked for a place to start—print it out and answer the questions. They were repetitive—so let’s add more and answer those too. If I write it out will it finally be put to rest? Even that question had been asked before.
I was amazed at the brilliance I displayed at a young age and the vast insecurity. One makes me wonder where it came from while the other makes me cringe. I want to hold that young woman and let her know it’ll all be okay. The other makes sense as the foundation that would support the journey I was about to embark on. I had to feel my way through the lowest lows in order to experience the highest highs. Though I’ve found the journals include more of the lows than the highs.
I was never heard. I was never seen. These can still be two triggers for me that cause anxiety. I have been silenced. I have been taught not to talk. Not to speak up. Not to be. I go along with what is expected of me. I have gone along with the masses. Show up, shut up, and smile. It is the tip of the iceberg interacting with the world.
What has happened to me? I’ve made it too convenient for them to blame me for what others did. I live out this scenario over and over in my life. It’s funny how much of a trigger that has become for me. I can’t stand to be blamed for something that I didn’t do. Will writing this bring the needed peace that has averted me all these years?
I see my strength when I started this journey and wonder how I ever let it be taken away again. This is what is hurting now. I feel I’ve let myself down. I feel I haven’t been there for the young girl that lives inside me who was hurt so badly by others. Has my silence been any different from my family’s?
I understand how it became easier and safer to stop talking. Secondary wounding,* acceptance of what is and hope for what could be all played a part in it. But I can’t do this anymore. Once more I embark on a journey that needs to be done. I am listening to the inner voice that is telling me it is time.
The 2013 entries interspersed within earlier entries are my current reflection back on my experiences. I’ve intentionally kept the journal entries, for the most part, as I wrote them at the time. They were my process and I was not concerned with using correct grammar or punctuation. Here and there I changed a word for clarity but, by keeping them intact, I hope the experience of my healing is clearer. Within paragraphs the verb tense changes as I wrestle the past from the present. I have not always included the entire passage under a specific date and names have been changed. It can be seen through the months and years the repetitive unconscious beliefs running through my head. This time was needed to admit the horrors of incest to myself and challenge them with new beliefs and perceptions. I learned to live in the present without being haunted by the past.
I know mine is not a typical journey for someone who has lived through incest. There are many factors involved in its effects upon someone’s life. How long it happened, how many abusers, whether help or support was given and whether the survivor was believed all play a role in recovery. This is my story and experience and is not indicative of every survivor nor does it advise how healing and recovery should proceed.
What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
3.jpgInklings
2013
I’m older now, 16 or 17. Though I know it’s not what woke me up, I become aware of my father leaving my bedroom. He runs into my oldest brother. As I hear them exchange greetings I have the thought, that hasn’t happened in a long time. What that entailed I was uncertain but I remember thinking, that’s an odd thought…
4/7/84
I’ve decided that I’ve got to start living my own life. No one else can make life easier for me than me…
9/12/88
Once again I’ve decided to get my life in order. I must learn a self-love and realize I’m only human. A lot of people don’t understand it but I feel a need to finally come to terms with myself. Maybe deep down it really is a copout, but I don’t think so. I need to realize the inner strength other people see in me. I’ve made a lot of choices in my life that I must now learn from. I am self-sufficient. My true colors must come out. The next year is my time to grow from within. This self-search does feel right for me and whatever anyone else says about it doesn’t make it wrong. By getting to know myself, I can help mankind. I must love myself in order to love others. Maybe my little help can open the eyes of my friends and spread the word of love.
I’ve had a lot of other people get to know and love me. Now I must get to know and love me. It’s not my place to judge others nor should I worry about their judgments of me. It’s what I feel that matters. I can’t please everyone so I’d better learn to please myself. What I’m doing is not wrong just because other people follow tradition. In learning about myself, I’ll learn what to do. How to affect the world. I must start from myself and grow in order to grow outwards. Maybe my sole reason for this life is self-knowledge so I can guide others to the same self-knowledge.
6/6/90
I need to change and I’m hoping by writing it down it’ll become easier. I didn’t realize it but I do have low self-worth. I love myself but don’t think I’m worthy of people’s respect. I have a hard time standing up for myself and getting what I need. I really need to change and I know it’ll be slow so I have to be patient. I have a hard time getting what I need out of my friends and family. I have to figure out why I’m afraid to hurt people’s feelings. I think I’m afraid of them abandoning me. But that’s a risk I have to take in order for the relationship to grow. I do deserve to get what I need out of relationships.
I keep on feeling I need to do things for my family.** I think I do it to get the family together and close. I also do it to be important and the center of attention. But I can’t make the entire family better, just myself. I can’t stop the alcoholism. No matter how good I am, I can’t make anyone stop drinking. I can’t fix the family’s dysfunction. I can only stop my own.
7/10/90
My family is really fucked up. Steven is crazy. The alcoholism is making him insane. I don’t think he’s in touch with reality at all. Steven and Charlie*** are so obnoxious. Steven’s got to mellow out. I can’t do anything about their craziness.
I’m feeling sad about my whole family. And I can’t help them. I need to stay away from them. I can handle them one-on-one but forget all of them together. Is it me? Is it them? It’s too much for me to handle when they’re all together. It’s them. I’m learning to take care of me.
I am not the caretaker of the family. My family isn’t right and I don’t know if they ever will be. But this doesn’t mean I have to put up with it.
I think I’ve got to break away from them. I can’t be around them. It hurts too much. Or I can be around them in small doses. Just because they can’t change doesn’t mean I have to accept it or figure they are all I have so I’d better put up with it.
First, let’s think of what I wish we were like:
• I’d like us all to relate and talk to one another differently
• I wish we were all on the same level of communication
• I don’t think that any of us really appreciate each other. Is it a TV fantasy I want?
• I wish it would be more relaxing when we’re together
• I wish we could talk to one another
We talk but does anyone listen? The one thing we do talk about is the family business. There is no way any monetary value is worth the price paid by all the family. No amount of money can make up for the trouble that damn company has cost. It makes me sick.
I need some sanity in my life. Help me be a better person. I haven’t been patient lately. I can only save me, no one else. I’m the sane one. I’m the one who can get me out of it. I LOVE ME!
2011 about the fall of 1990
I was standing behind the bar on a quiet autumn afternoon. It wasn’t time for the after work crowd to commence and the lunch crowd had long gone. The bar was stocked and the glasses washed. As I gazed out over the lake I once again thought, is this all there is? It seemed to be the focus of my life, to be unsatisfied with work and friends and family. I had the odd feeling that I was missing something. There was something hidden below the surface. On some level, I was aware of two things: it involved sex and it involved my father. It would take another six months for the memories to start coming forth from my body.
I could feel the long-forgotten rumblings of terror pushing their way slowly