The Other Side of Victim

Dear Women For One Community,

I am honored to post this lesson from an inspirational woman who I already feel a kinship with. If you have received this email, I ask that you take a few minutes to be present and read her story. I am a sexual abuse survivor myself, and as I was reading the words, tears flowed out of me with gratitude and empathy. If you have ever been abused or victimized at any time in your life; or if you have children or loved ones that are hurting –this lesson is for YOU!

Christine Macdonald is an American writer, columnist, blogger and speaker. A former stripper, abuse survivor and recovering addict, Macdonald welcomes the opportunity to speak candidly about her story, inviting open and honest discussions that focus on finding our inner strength, and self-worth. For more information and to follow her blog, please visit her website, www.poletosoul.com.

Just before my alarm went off, I opened my eyes and rushed to the bathroom mirror. They were even darker and more pronounced than last night.

This wasn’t a dream.

I ignored my mother’s voice coming from downstairs and stayed with my reflection. Standing frozen, as witness to the aftermath, I stepped outside myself, in awe.

“Okay!” I shouted from behind the closed door, turning on the shower to appease my mom. But I couldn’t move. Getting ready for school would have to wait.

Seconds morphed into minutes and all I could do was stare. Stretching my neck to one side, I slowly traced each marking, gently pressing them with the tips of my fingers.

Lost in the blurry maze of my memory, I struggled. Where was I when this happened?

Just one day earlier, I woke up in a tent on the beach to the sight of him walking away. My bathing suit was rolled up in a ball next to my knees and stained with blood. Confused and hung over, I lay on the ground, trying to piece the night together while listening to his friends laugh and praise him for his conquest.

The last thing I remember was kissing in the tent, my head spinning with cheap beer and validating thoughts of feeling wanted.

This must mean I’m pretty.

Walking through the halls in school with my neck exposed, I felt proud – beautiful, even. After all, the only people I knew who had these types of markings were the girlfriends of handsome football players. Varsity cheerleaders and homecoming queens got hickies, not awkward freshmen nicknamed “Freddy Krueger” because of a skin disease on their face.

It would take years before comprehending I was raped – even longer to believe it wasn’t my fault.

It was easy to blame myself. I was drunk. We were kissing. The list goes on and on. But when does being unconscious and unaware of an act as invasive as losing your virginity, become something a 13-year-old girl asks for?

I wrestled with this question for years, masking the reality of what happened with drugs and alcohol.

From the moment I was abused (and as a subconscious act of protection), I made it work for me. I gave my sexuality away to whomever I could. In giving them what they wanted, there was nothing left to take. It was denial, wrapped in addiction, dipped in control.

Shortly after high school, I entered an amateur stripping contest and found my new home – on stage. It was a no-brainer: exchanging my sexuality for the feeling of power, while making tons of cash?

I was all in.

The years that followed were a blur – a revolving door of drug dealers, abusive relationships and promiscuity. My life had become one big party of sex, drugs and tons of rock and roll. I reveled in the cliché of it all, joking I was the star of my very own ABC After School Special, except my story would have to be on HBO.

Every party has an expiration date and my last call came just after my 28th birthday. One missing drug-dealer boyfriend (rumored to have been murdered for stealing four kilos of cocaine) and two overdoses later, I walked away from the only life I knew.

Through sheer will and the determination to survive my choices, I ventured toward a new chapter and started the very long and difficult road to self-realization and healing.

There’s nothing in life that prepares you for being a statistic. You can’t rehearse feeling used. To truly know the role of victim is to become one – and feel it from deep within. Yet, even as victims, we need not be marginalized by circumstance. We are not sub-totals of our horror stories, but rather, the embodiment of having survived them.

There is a delicate balance of strength and suffering that, unless you’ve lived through it, is impossible to understand.

So we share our experiences, seeking only compassion and understanding, with the hope others will find the strength to shine through their own personal darkness.

It takes tremendous courage to live in our truth, no matter how many times we’ve tried to hide from it. There is freedom in our refusal to allow the weight of helplessness cloud our love of self. For it is there where we feel safe, nestled in the knowledge we are not alone.

This November, I’ll be celebrating my 44th birthday, and although I’m far from the person I once was, my road is still paved with painful life lessons. There are times when I still feel like that 13-year-old girl, but the difference now is, I’m finally giving her a voice.

I no longer feel responsible for what happened to me that night on the beach, but I do feel a sense of obligation to serve as a reminder to anyone else that suffers a similar path.

My dream is to inspire them to know there is solace in breaking their silence – and an unparalleled strength of spirit when we live in our truth.

It all starts with the choice to live on the other side of Victim.

If you or someone you know is affected by sexual abuse, please contact RAINN, the Rape, Abuse and Incest National Network (800-656-HOPE)l for domestic abuse contact the National Domestic Violence Hotline (800-799-SAFE). Both organizations are confidential.

 

– Christine Macdonald, September 2012

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

With Great Respect and Love,

Kelly McNelis Senegor

Women For One

Comments

  1. Thanks so much for the opportunity to share my story and connect with your community of amazing women.

    xo

    Christine Macdonald
    http://www.poletosoul.com
    @thatgalkiki

  2. You are a brave and strong woman, and a great role model for women who want to follow your path. A sobering statistic is that many-to-most women who walk out on an abusing man with whom they live are killed by him. That is why it is important to go into hiding through a support network for abused women (and thier kids). Or so I have read.

  3. Lexy says:

    Amazing what we can overcome !!

  4. Lisa says:

    Thanks for sharing your story. You are an amazing writer, and hope to see more of your life stories in the future

  5. Joan Haskins says:

    Thank you for this. I am sending it along to a young woman today~

  6. Geogie says:

    That happened to me too. After I was raped I just had sex with whoever. I felt like I was used up and damaged etc. It took years for me to realize that I could take back that power I felt I had when I was pure and untouched.

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