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1 in 3, it's not for ME.

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Message to a Survivor

I said this in my first part of the post but I knew nothing except what had happened to me. I was not equipped with information or understanding. I did not even know that there were more forms of rape then just with a penis, and women can rape men! Education has become the number one way I have been able to faciliate healing. By learning for myself, (as there was no real pathway or help available) the ways I could help myself and the different forms of trauma. I did a lot of self analysis, got therapy and followed a pathway noone else shared with me. Its been very hard and very alone most of the time. BUT, as I have begun to get braver, seek outside support and share stories like this one, its created an environment of hope and a place for new beginnings for me. I hope that this no longer defines so much of my story because I do something so much bigger, so much more spectacular that I just forget! That's the hope. ALSO I have hope that maybe, in sharing my story, most of all, that I might be able to STOP it before it happens to someone else. And the more of us that do, come out of the shadows, and into the light, the more demons cannot hide and lurk there. The more we make it impossible for it to happen (changing our social norms) and educating each other and our boys and girls, early, the more we create change. Waves of it. There is plenty to be hopeful for.

Message of Healing

It's my purpose. The more I seek to heal myself, the more I can help my family, or have less negative impact in the world. It's the collective consciousness and soul connection. This is incredibly powerful for survivors, and healing has come from facing what happened to me. With self-care, with self-compassion, with understanding and love. Healing creates abundance of love in my life, new connections, new ways of being and sets me free. I'd do it all day everyday until there's no more scars to heal!

10 years ago, my body did something amazing. It separated me from myself so I would not experience directly (follow me) the trauma of what was happening to my body. They call this disassociation. It's not been until 10 years later, years of reliving, remembering and traumatic re-trauma that I have begun to appreciate, be grateful for and understand this mechanism the nervous system provides us in our most darkest of moments. It's a soul-protection mechanism, it often keeps us alive (for those of us that make it), and whilst it can take years to realise this or even entertain the idea that it was for our own survival, rather than a forced escape, it has been the most beautiful part of my healing. Let me share what happened. Ten years ago, (I am not 'allowed' to discuss my age publicly, my former employer or his name), but I can speak the truth on everything else; ten years ago, I worked for a tech company. It was male dominated, competitive and scarcly unhostile. I had anxiety every single day I went to work, starting in my first week when my then boss, demanded I not consider having children for the next 2 years at least, if I was serious about my career.....That first week should have been my swan song, and I take my exit. Instead, and somewhat predictably (based on my personality, nature and vulnerability), he preyed on the discomfort he sensed from my response and I eagerly went to work 'proving myself'. It was exactly what he wanted me to do.... I had worked with this person before, for many years but never directly. My perception of him was coloured only by what I had seen previously and I had not been warned that he was dangerous. By anyone. In fact, me joining the company was facilitated by friends who also shared the perception that this person was successful, caring and a 'family man'. They, like me were sorely mistaken. For the next almost 15 months, I was groomed, manipulated, put down, abused verbally, physically touched (in the office), visually raped, auditorily raped (yes turns out this is a thing), orally, digitally and finally penetrably raped by my former employer. He isolated me from my partner, my friends, worked me harder then I have ever worked before all whilst putting me down or building me up just enough that I became confused, lacked the ability to judge A from B, and did anything he asked me to do. He did this through multiple mechanisms, but the primary one was of malignant narccissm and power imbalance. He would remind me of how stupid I was until I started to believe it, stare at me (like prey) during meetings, with such gall that he almost didn't care if anyone noticed. He'd adjust himself (on purpose) under board room tables non-verbally provoking me to see if I would respond, or crack or speak up. I never did. I resigned 3 times before he finally 'let me go'. By this time, he was 'interviewing' prospective partners on my behalf, making plans to send me overseas where he could 'see me whenever he wanted' and taking control of my finances 'through monetary bonuses' or incentives to perform at work. He had carefully and methodically taken over every aspect of my life, including my own free will. But I have myself, and some angels to thank for my escape. Which, by that time, I was so broken down I became paranoid, suicidal and could barely function. All the while, he behaved like I was nothing, noone and at the same time said things like "you're more of a man than I am..." obviously representative of the bravery I had in getting away but also the determination to do what is necessary to survive. I've since validated my story in multiple ways, 1) I went to the human rights commission. The process, whilst broken and not survivor focussed, was a way to validate my experience first. It took ten years, and getting very very physically ill (and becoming disabled) to get the courage to do this. Through this process I had to face him, virtually (thanks to COVID - another angel), and I couldn't do it. I felt sick to my stomach, my nervous system could not tell my body that 10 years had passed, it only had muscle, nerves and neurons of memory and it was retraumatising. I took it as far as it could go and they granted me the opportunity to escalate it. 2) I went to a lawyer, multiple actually, but they were not that helpful in the end. They got what they needed out of it and I was able to connect with a softly spoken legal aid who helped me tell my story in detail. They defended me as best they could but in the end a non-empathetic barrister derailed me taking it all the way to court. It became clear during this process that it was not a civil matter either, this was criminal, so I wasn't on the right path to begin with. I knew from the past, and before the #METOO movement even happened that it was going to be really tough proving what happened to me. That it was going to be my word against his. This is where most stories end...BUT it is not where mine will end. The reason, I believe, that most women in particular, do not tell or share their stories, or hold their perpetrator accountable, is fear. In many ways it's because we blame ourselves, we look at our own deficiencies as to why these things happened to us. What did we do wrong in that scenario. Nothing. We did absolutely nothing wrong. Our only issue or fault lies in existing at all. And guess what, that is not our fault. I am going to say this again: We. Did. Nothing. Wrong. You. Did. Nothing. Wrong. What happened does not belong to you. It belongs to the person that did it. Who often are so closed minded to their own dysfunction they don't even realise what they are doing is not OK. So they do it, mindlessly, focussed only on self gratification. It's like an animal only. Not a human. That is how broken, soulless and miserable another human must be to inflict such horror on another. And it happens to 1 in 3 of us women at work. Worse if you're a woman of colour, worse if you are a woman of hispanic or indigenous background in Australia. I've decided, the time ends for me to separate my soul from my body to survive. In fact, as my nervous system has deteriorated after childbirth, and I've become palliative, I have now faced death so many times. Actual physical death. NDE's or near death experiences have taught me that survival, living is a choice. We can choose to be defined by our experiences, as the sole ones we focus on for the rest of our lives, haunted by ghosts of the past. OR we can speak our truth, so loudly that it drowns out all the other voices. We can work together, we can create something together, we can make things different than our past path set out for us. Noone gets to own us, no matter how much they infect you and your mind. In many ways, I have been lucky. Lucky to have had the opportunity to live, through so much trauma and still be standing (with my favourite walking stick of course) to spend whatever time I can with my family. Or in meditation, or stillness. He doesn't get to touch that, or me, ever again. And, my decision, is to not tell what I can about my story, to whoever will listen, as often as I need to, until my story is drowned out by voices of 'no, stop or I am calling the police'. And our girls, and boys are so highly tuned to avoid these people, that it just doesn't happen to them. Our stories may have rendered us powerless, as they happened. But the true miracle is that we have inbuilt survival tools, there for us to protect ourselves, even in those moments by dissociating our souls from our bodies, and floating (in my case as the chair sat in the corner of the room) or out a window or the ceiling. I didn't have to really be there to 'feel' what was happening to me. I was lucky. I now have the amazing opportunity to find my way back into my body, as a whole soul and can slowly and carefully unravel and re-wire that trauma from my life. I think that makes us true survivors. And that is a gift. Thank you for letting me share. Please, share your story too, the more you tell it, the easier the unburdening on your body and mind. xo name (aka sharky) or Mamma Sharky.

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