The other night Chad and i were watching Criminal Minds. In this episode a little girl was kidnapped and the FBI “experts” began to tell the parents that the person who took their child was viewing her as an object and not a little girl. This struck a very big chord with me.
Through out my life I have been objectified.
I was abused by several men growing up and because they viewed me as an object. I was no longer Lynse, my identity was taken away and i had become just another thing….a baseball card that is bought and sold…when you are done with it you maybe put it in the closet or throw it away.
There is not a lot of value in an object.
After years of being treated like an object i began to believe that i was an object. I was there for someone else’s pleasure. my dreams, aspirations and voice did not matter, because, you see, i was only an object.
I am no expert, but i feel like a lot of people i have talked to who were abused woke up one day and felt like “i have to find myself” or “reclaim who i am”.
As i was half watching Criminal Minds and half having an inner dialogue about the damage of being objectified i realized that it was probably the most damaging aspect, for me, of the abuse.
Once you are objectified over and over and over you begin to think you are an object and you follow suit of your abusers and remove your own value.
And the on going cycle begins…if you dont have any value in yourself then others wont value you.
today as i am 10 years past the most recent sexual abuse trauma i am still left picking up the pieces. I still am trying to learn to value myself. I am still trying to see that i have a voice and those that love me should value what i have to say. I am still learning that i am a valued person by those around me, and i deserve to be valued. I deserve to be a person and not an object.
This is why when we went to New Orleans and walked Bourbon Street messed with me. This is why a part of my heart aches for human trafficking victims. Not that i know the extent of the pain, loneliness and all other emotions that have to be tied up in there. But i know just a sliver. I know what it feels like to be devalued. To be told over and over by different people that you are worth no more than sex or the pleasure that you can provide to them.
each person deserves to be valued. valued by themselves and others.
this is something i am still learning…and will probably be learning for my entire life. Learning to first value myself and then those around me.
Do you have a hard time valuing yourself? What about others?
I was listening to NPR today at work and there was a story on a man in japan who performs divorce ceremonies. He thought it was weird we celebrated marriage but not divorce, so he has the couple, families and friends come to a ceremony.
If you want to read more about it here is an article I found about it.
I’m curious what you think about this…
I have a really bad addiction.
I hear the first step to overcoming an addiction is to admit it. So here goes nothing….
I am addicted to the snooze button on my alarm clock.
Sigh. It’s out there.
I set my phone for AT LEAST an hour early to feed my addiction but most times it’s around 2 hours that I snooze.
Several of you have said that you could compete with me on the “gold metal” of snoozing title I gave myself this morning on twitter.
So I was wondering, do you use the snooze button? What’s your record?
If you follow me on twitter you know that we watch CSI like it is our job. If we were getting paid to watch it we would be millionaires. We love it! Before we moved we had the first 3 seasons on DVD and would watch them over and over and over and over. We had seen each episode at least 5 times but we would still watch them.
We own up to season 4 now and are in the middle of season 6 via Netflix. Each night we go home after our days and watch a CSI. We have done it for 2 years now. Chad still laughs at me because one Saturday morning I woke up and we were discussing our day and I expressed that I just wanted to “watch our friends”, meaning Gil, Sarah, Catherine, Nick, Warrick. I was partly sarcastic but partly not.
But last night as we were watching Season 6 I was thinking about how this is “our thing.” It would be weird to watch CSI with someone else. It is what Chad and I do. I know, we are dorks, but it is one thing that we can agree upon always.
And those things are good.
What is “your thing?” with or without a spouse.
Chads parents, my in-laws sent us a care package in it were some bubbles. This is what Jett thought about them.
