Survived and Thrived
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This book chronicles the life of Mike Bruckner, a boy born to a dysfunctional family, whose mother suffered from mental illness. This is a story about a little boy who is hungry for love and at the very least safety. It takes us through his life as a child and how the abuse he suffered affected him in adult life. Mike is a survivor of a mother-son incestuous relationship. The trials of wanting to do the best for his wife and children and yet not now knowing how until he met a therapist who helped him fake it until he could make it. It’s a story not so different from many others in today’s society but delves into subject matter still taboo in the year 2016. It is a dark story, but also an uplifting one on how through hard work, love and determination, one can overcome terrible circumstances to be the person they want to be.
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Survived and Thrived - Mike Bruckner
Survived
and
Thrived
The Last Taboo
Mike Bruckner
Copyright © 2017 Mike Bruckner
All rights reserved
First Edition
PAGE PUBLISHING, INC.
New York, NY
First originally published by Page Publishing, Inc. 2017
ISBN 978-1-68409-816-3 (Paperback)
ISBN 978-1-68409-818-7 (Hard Cover)
ISBN 978-1-68409-817-0 (Digital)
Printed in the United States of America
Foreword
I am humbled by the fact that everyone mentioned in this book has given me permission to use their real names. This is such a taboo subject, and to have such support from my loved ones for this project is astounding. Even those who don’t share my final thoughts on my mother, even those who appear as not perfect, all of them did not hesitate to allow me to use their names. So when you read a name here, it means something a little more than just seeing the real names in print. What it means to me is a bevy of brave souls who value honesty, who are brave enough to let me speak the truth as I see it and who love me enough to support me one more time in my journey of healing.
For all you brave readers, here is some advice from a man who is not perfect, a man who has had to overcome tremendous pain and abuse and still came out the other side with people who love me and whom I adore. If you have feelings of anger, if you feel unsettled, if you feel despair and can’t seem to go on, fake it till you make it. It took me years, it was hard work—no, exhausting work. But if you take those first steps and then just feel your way along, trusting in your mentors and others who have been there before you, you CAN get through anything. You will notice all those feelings listed above start to fade away—slowly at first—then faster. Until you can finally say, I get it!
—Mike Bruckner
This book is dedicated to my spouse and best friend, Robin.
Although Robin was not physically or sexually abused,
she has been by my side for thirty-four years and has witnessed the dark underbelly of this sad epidemic. Robin has suffered as a result of my dysfunction. My prayer is for us to continue to move beyond the pain and enjoy our life together.
A special thank you
to my therapist, crisis counselor, life coach, referee and friend, Dr. Brenda B. Bary, PhD.
Yes, I do believe in angels.
Special Note to the Victims of Jerry Sandusky:
I am from the Philadelphia area and an avid football fan. When the news of Jerry Sandusky broke, it was a shock to my system. I was glad it went national, and that people were taking the story very seriously. In the weeks ensuing after his arrest, a torrent of admissions emerged following that first allegation. They have evoked deep emotion in me and have opened some secret compartments still buried in my head. I had been thinking of writing this book for many years, now I know I can’t hold off. The world needs to hear these things.
I am sorry for what has happened to you. Most people are sorry for what has happened to you. You probably will ask yourself the proverbial question: why me?
My answer to you is simple: why not? We live in an imperfect world with imperfect people. Most of these people are good, but not all. Your life was impacted by one of these bad people.
So now what? Get help, talk to a therapist. If the therapist is not helping, find another that will. Heal and thrive! I know, I have been there.
Your lives have been altered forever. If and where you end up will be up to you. Unfortunately, not everyone makes it, as the work is difficult.
My prayer for you is the courage, self-love and determination it takes to see it through.
Now you are called a survivor of child sexual abuse. Learn how to be a thriver.
Always remember, you make the ultimate decision.
I wish you a healthy, happy life filled with love and trust; it’s possible…there is hope!
Chapter 1
A Perfect Summer Day
A family in harmony will prosper
in everything.
—Chinese proverb
Even if you don’t have grandchildren, I think you can relate to how perfect this scene is. I am sitting on my couch with one grandson (eighteen months) on my knee and a granddaughter (two years old) crawling up my leg. They are both laughing and looking right into my eyes.
Poppy,
she gurgles and holds her arms out to me.
The light is catching on her blonde hair, hair that is still very thin, still more like a baby’s hair than a little girl’s. A man couldn’t feel any happier, any more content than I feel right now. This is life in all its perfection. I pull her up onto my other knee and lean toward the top of her head. I breathe in a light scent of No More Tears shampoo and smile. I think to myself that I used that shampoo when I was little. The innocent smell of the shampoo is just one of many thousands of little things that connect me to my family, to life.
My arms are stretched out wide and circle both of them. They face each other and jabber away. I’m sure they know what they are saying, I have no clue. What is obvious is that they are happy, carefree and have no thought of danger or pain. Just the way every child should grow up. I didn’t have that type of childhood. Because I didn’t, I find that no matter how hard I try to push the thought from my mind, whenever I am with my grandchildren (like I am this summer morning), I think over and over again to myself, How can anyone hurt something so sweet and innocent as a young child?
I am proud my own children turned out to be such wonderful parents. I am amazed that through it all, I was able to bring up three wonderful children who are well-adjusted and living normal lives. There is a lot to be said for a normal life. A life where parents love their children, and children grow up and still love their parents; sounds so simple.
My first child was a son, Chad. Chad has grown up to look a lot like me. He served in the military, which made me very proud; yet I was nervous and worried about every single hour he served out his tour of duty in Iraq. He is now a police officer, and I am still so very proud of him. Chad married a great woman by the name of Kristin. Kristin is a first-grade teacher who is a great wife and mother. We’re proud to have her in our family.
My second child was a daughter, Lindsay. Most of her career she has worked as an oncology nurse (cancer patients). She recently transitioned into a part-time position whereby she can work at a local hospital and earn a full-time income while being there for her four children. She met her husband when he was an EMT at a local hospital. Scott is now a full-time police officer. He is a talented guy who is able to do all their home renovations himself. To me, his best attribute is his humility; he is a hands-on dad, and anyone can see how much he loves his kids.
My third child was another son, AJ. AJ, short for Alex John, also served his country with two tours of duty in Iraq. AJ is also a police officer in a local borough. AJ shares many personality traits with me; it is so comforting and strange to have a son who speaks, moves and thinks much like I do. AJ has been married for five years to Sarah, a totally wonderful lady, and they have two beautiful girls. Currently, Sarah is a stay-at-home mom. We look at Sarah as a daughter and enjoy her big heart and quiet character. The best thing for me, Sarah adores AJ. I love to see people in love.
I take real joy in the fact that I like all the partners my children are sharing their lives with, and that they are all settled into good careers and have forward moving, solid lives. Can a father ask for more? They even still like me and come to visit often, even more often they drop the grandkids off, like today, for us to babysit while they run their errands or have a nice date night with their spouses.
I am sometimes asked where I learned my fathering skills since I didn’t have a good role model for a father. I learned some very basic fathering skills from the television western starring Chuck Connors. He played the homesteader Lucas McCain on ABC’s The Rifleman—a black-and-white TV show that ran from 1950 to 1963. I think because it was cutting edge for its time, in that it was the first program that showed a dad raising a boy alone, it had to really delve into those things we call teachable moments now, really dig into the reasoning behind any actions Lucas took with his son. Another thing I loved about this show is that it was all about second chances, overcoming faults and being a good person. Everyone did the right thing in the end; they may have struggled, they were not perfect, but they all sucked it up and did the right thing. That was a spark of hope for me.
I didn’t have that kind of life, and it took me decades to work through the devastation left in my psyche from my own early years. Well, you know, there are still things that will always be a part of the dark corner of my mind. Dark memories, pain. The behaviors I adopted to survive those times—some form of them will always be with me. But it IS decades later, and I am babysitting two of eight darling grandchildren. I have broken a cycle that I know goes back at least three generations, and I am sitting here reaping the rewards of the hard work that my family and I put into building this good life. I define a good life both narrowly and widely—as you will see. But right now…
Mike, bring them to the table, munchies are almost ready.
We are waiting for our snack. My wife, Robin, is whipping up their favorite: apple cobbler.
We have them for the whole day this Saturday, as Lindsay is at a conference for her job. I bought a Slip and Slide yesterday, and I can’t wait to set that up in the backyard. This is going to be a great way to kick off summer.
I have alluded to my childhood not being perfect; well, it was horrific. Yet what was done to me is only a very small part of my story. It is a part that should be told (will be told) here as complete as I can. Yet the purpose of my life and this book is to show the way out of the darkness and pain. Show the progression childhood abuse can take if not addressed and show that there is a light at the end of any tunnel we find ourselves in. I have come out the other side of that long, dark tunnel into the sunshine. I made it out after suffering sexual, physical and emotional abuse.
There is always hope.
Always.
Chapter 2
Abuse: Mother to Son
Every TWO minutes, someone in the
U.S. is sexually assaulted. Each year, there are about 207,754 victims of sexual assault.
—rainn.org/statistics
I must have been about three or four when my mother first began to actively molest me. I say actively because looking back, I realize that when I first began to wear underwear, she had a fascination with my penis. She would touch, hold and talk about it often. At that age, I just assumed all moms did that, it was normal. I went from this dysfunctional behavior to the next stage when I was too young to know what was really going on. Too young to have any clue of what was going on or how to stop it; I do remember that I was very uncomfortable with the situation and would do my best to avoid my mother whenever I could.
Most people can’t really recall many things from early childhood. At most, things come back to many people in feelings or still pictures, mental snapshots. I can remember most of this day clear as a bell. She called me into her bedroom one afternoon. The only other person in the house was my little sister. So I walked into my mom’s bedroom, not sure what was going on, but I knew something didn’t feel right. Looking back now, I must have already been developing what therapists call hypersensitivity—a way that people who have been in dangerous or traumatic situations can read microexpressions on faces or pick up on subtle tones or almost invisible cues in another’s body language. It helps now to learn these things. That day, I just knew something was weird in a bad way.
There was not any type of seduction. I was ordered to come to the bed and lie down next to my mother. I suppose since I was her son, she had no need to groom me, to set up a game-type atmosphere. I was three or four, basically a little toddler, laying there beside a grown woman. Obviously, I was physically incapable of penetrating her with my penis at that young age. What she did was instruct me to put my fingers inside of her. Again, not sweet, not like a partner, it was an order. An order from a volatile and mean woman. I did what she demanded, feeling the cold air over my body. There was no top sheet on the bed, no covers. My mother always used a pastel-colored bottom sheet, and that was it. At the time I had no idea how strange it was to never have a top or covering sheet.
I can’t recall how that first session of abuse ended. Then a habitual program of sexual abuse began with incidents occurring around two to three times a week. The smell of her vagina began to be associated in my mind with those bad times, the odor enough to gag me. Smell is a very strong sense for humans, closely associated with our memory and feelings. You do a lot of research when you are on a path to healing, so you will get little gems from me along the way. Here is one; our sight works through four kinds of receptor cells. Our touch recognizes heat, cold, pain and pressure. But our sense of smell—well, we have well over one thousand different types of receptor cells! Not only that, but they regenerate over our entire lifetime. So something in our brains is really attuned to smells, and I can’t get into all the reasons why (I’m not a scientist), but it is wrapped up with all sorts of memories, good and bad, and comes back to us in a flash. It doesn’t dance around on the tip of our tongue like a name we just can’t remember. It crashes into our current thoughts, pushing all else aside as we remember that smell of Grandma’s furniture oil, the attic you snooped around in, or in my case, the days of sexual trauma.
It is now over fifty years since those years of abuse, and I still cannot tolerate any vaginal odor. Robin, a piece of perfection that I get to call my wife, has worked with me in our own relationship, and we have worked out our own ways of having a fulfilling intimate life together. Ways