Living for the End

Words have their own rhythm which we abandon when we focus too much on grammar and what is technically correct. The colons in this stanza are not used correctly; however, they exist to contrast and enhance the message that for many life is a race to the next point often without recognition of where they were. A colon draws a direct relationship between two points; here the colon shows that without existing for now there is no relationship with then.

Like ants they scurry across the face of the planet:

Wake up: eat.

Eat: commute to work.

Work: take a lunch.

Lunch: return to work.

Work: commute to home.

Home: eat.

Eat: Sleep

Repeat

-EJB

There is a Building

I found this poem on my phone the other day and knew it was a great way to get back to poetry and writing. The simple structure of the stanzas is intended to leave the reader reflecting on the words and the imagery created in them. As with all poetry pay attention to the punctuation as they reflect the feelings you should experience throughout this poem.

There is a building:

On the far side of the sea.

I have not been there.

But I can see that building, grand.

One day,

When the call is made:

I will find that building:

On the far side of the sea.

A’non that day

I will explore,

And find all his treasure.

I will go there in peace.

No fears of mine to haunt me:

No worries left inside me:

On the far side of the sea

And when the days taunt me,

Harrow me, and fight me,

I will think of the building:

On the far side of the sea.

Now, I lay my head

Upon this pillow

My fears, washed away.

There is a building.

On the far side of the sea.

As I wake in the morning,

Look around to see,

There is no building:

On the far side of the sea

Though toils of the day burden me

I remember the sensation of that night,

Not so far gone.

When my worries,

My fears,

My dreams,

Haunted me:

On the far side of the sea.

I now look across,

And pity the loss:

My life was wrecked

On the far side of the sea.

Here now, my pity

Floats away from me

My life has now found its peace:

On the far side of the sea.

In that building:

On the far side of the sea

-EJB

Elections, Poems, and Books

One of the biggest influences for me in 2020 is a man named Rollo May: his books have helped unleash the cascade of thoughts, ideas, and pain I internally feel for a country that has done me much good while taking from so many unlike me. Some of those are pouring out in poetry that I will perform whenever we can return to open mic night or I have the studio space built to record them. Most have been thrown into a book that I am somewhere near 60% finished with. The purpose of this writing is to give you a preview of the book as a preface to a poem that I wrote yesterday: if one of us is bound by the chains of inequality we are all bound.

Do not expect change; affect change.

We cannot afford to be purists when it comes to our original social contract. And we cannot be so naïve as to expect the Supreme Court and Legislative branch to amend this contract coherent with the needs of a society when we offer little input. Representation works only when the Representative is voicing the opinion of those they stand in for. Yet, if those voices are mute how can one expect to be represented. If that all seems confusing suffice it to say do not send a builder to erect a home without a blueprint.

Drunk on Freedom: I am the Problem

I am the problem with America

Issues of inequality:

I blame, a political party.

There is, no future without equality,

If one man is bound by society

Then we all are enslaved by insanity

Yesterday, I saw through a blurry lens.

Today, I see clearly: your fate is my fate.

I must no longer hate

This feud I must cleanse.

I will stand in the gap for you, every day I take a breath.

 Not just when an election is near:

Not just when your family is visited by death

Of this I want to make myself clear.

I am the problem with America

Issues, of a, woman’s right:

I am as blind as night.

I am the problem in your life

Careless of a world, dead as an oxygen less arboretum.

Blissfully unaware of your strife;

Drunken on my freedom.

Yesterday, I was addicted to the taste of freedom

Today I no longer want my drunken state to suffocate,

To defecate;

To invalidate;

To deny, your chiefdom.

So, let me here,

Fight for freedoms you do not possess.

Let me, here, in modest verse, help to lift your fear:

Until there is no room, for even a single tear:

I am the problem with America

Encouraging hate through my silence:

Abdicating my power to a ballot,

Raising my fist in arrogant defiance

Drunken out of habit:

I am the problem with America:

No longer static.

Therapy: What No One, Says

*Everything I write is from my own personal experience. I am not a medical professional or therapist. What you read is my journey*

I do not want to my mince words, going to a therapist for the first time is daunting. There will be a time, likely while traveling to the appointment, where you think over and over and over and over about how you are meeting with a person you didn’t know, until recently, existed; then you will be expected to share the deepest depths of your being with them; and at the end they’ll ask for your money. A lot of people say, “Nope.” Which I think is an appropriate response to such an emotional approach to therapy. This is not your fault.

Therapy is surrounded by unhealthy expectations, and until we dispel them and have a more positive outlook on therapy it will continue, I want to focus on two:

Unhealthy Expectation: everyone should go to therapy

Life exists on an ever-changing spectrum: on a microscopic level we are not the same person now as we were ten seconds ago. On a macro level every year we are a different person than we previously were. This is to say that the you of five years ago may not have been able to accomplish anything in therapy and therefore shouldn’t have gone, but that could mean that the you of now does posses the skills to utilize therapy and grow from it. We tend to keep this rigid view of ourselves and apply it to every situation. Therefore, everyone should most definitely NOT go to therapy, but if it is right for you then you should go.

You are the only one capable of knowing when you should go to therapy. The feeling will be natural and empowering. That is not to say it will be easy, or without an emotional response, but you will know in every fiber of your being that the time is right, and you are on the correct path.

Unhealthy Expectation: you need therapy to be happy

The answer is just, no. You need internal balance to be happy. Therapy is a tool that can help you learn the skills needed to keep this balance. I want to be clear, a therapist does nothing for you. You do everything. The therapist is there to help you explore the areas you either do not know how to explore or do not want to. Once you have those skills you do not need the therapist any longer. Let this sink in before continuing further: you are the only person that can make yourself happy.

We must re-frame how we approach therapy and part of that process is accepting that seeking therapy is all about you. Michael Rosenberg did a lot of work teaching people how to appropriately express emotions and “happiness” by itself is an inappropriate expression of emotion. It is unhealthy to attach a single action, or even a group of actions, to your happiness. It is also unfair to yourself. Let us look at a healthy expectation for therapy and how we can achieve that goal.

Healthy Expectation for Therapy

The common theme among these two unhealthy expectations is the externalization of what is an internally intimate process. Healing, from any abuse, is as unique as one speck of snow from another speck. There may be similarities, and from a great distance it may look like it is all the same, but there are distinct and measurable differences to how each person heals. The labor of healing is that there is only one person who can recognize these differences: you. The therapist’s job is to guide you along this path: if you are expecting them to do the work is losing the battle before it begun. This process begins with speaking.

Conversation

Trust and Compatibility are the key to the therapist patient relationship:

Trust is built not inherited: just because you are paying for a therapist does not mean you have to automatically trust them. There are certain laws (HIPPA) that help foster trust, and certainly the longevity, schooling, and expertise of a therapist will play a roll in how you build trust; putting all of that aside you do not have to trust your therapist from day one, and at no point should you tolerate a therapist questioning your trust of them. Trust should grow organically and at the pace you set.

Compatibility is the most important thing you are looking for on that first session --you may not be fully compatible after the first session: human interaction is not a science. You are not obligated to return for another session (ever): a well trained, and professional, therapist should never pressure you for another session, make you feel shame for not returning, or in anyway pass judgement on you --they may follow up if they haven’t heard from you.

What Does This Look Like?

How you define compatibility is subjective to your own needs and wants. Rather than write an Encyclopedia of different ways to find compatibility with your therapist I’ll talk about how I approach therapy and what I look for in that first session –I too have had a few incompatible therapists prior to figuring out what works for me:

I am a big fan of Psychology Today’s database for finding therapists and that is where I begin my search –I have two separate therapists-- after identifying what I most need out of therapy: for me it is someone who has experience with male sexual abuse survivors and sexual healing. In North Carolina there is only one psychologist with experience in male sexual abuse that is practicing in the State. As far as sexual healing, therapists are rampant in North Carolina so I will use that search as my first example.

For this one I did not actually use Psychology Today because what I was looking for was specific and there are a lot of therapist in this field. I did a Google search and then began to weed through the results:

1.       Do they have a website?

2.       Are they a LCSW or Psychologist?

3.       Do they have a physical office separate of their home?

4.       Are they male (important for me because I do not like opening to males)?

5.       Do they have a good bio?

6.       Do they have a picture (no picture = no go?

I use a website as a qualifier because it helps me learn as much as I can about the therapist and the more knowledge I have about a person the more comfortable I will be around them.

I have had therapy with LCSW’s (Licensed Clinical Social Worker) and I haven’t found one that works well with my personality.

I do not feel comfortable spilling my deepest secrets in a person’s home and the distinction of a separate physical place helps me.

Having a male therapist also helps me learn appropriate male relationships.

The biography and picture show me about the person and whether I would be comfortable around them: maybe I see a picture of a person and feel warmth but read their bio and feel distance or vice versa.

For the first session I am open only about what I am looking achieve from therapy. After establishing goals, the rest is a conversation where I seek to learn a few things:

1.       Ease of conversation

2.       Comfortability

3.       How the therapist guides conversation

4.       Their body language

5.       Do they dominate the conversation?

6.       What is their story?

7.       What is their philosophy for therapy?

For the sake of brevity, I will not go into these in detail. The whole goal is to have an open and honest conversation and see if you click with the therapist. One of the key things that is stuck out to me with my first session with Carolina Sexual Wellness Center was when my therapist talked about how they had regular weekly meetings to discuss strategies and difficulties in sessions. This information was not anything I sought, and was not pushed by my therapist, it organically came out of conversation. At first it put me off because I felt threatened that someone could be discussing “my business” with other people: I had to rationalize the situation and when I did, I recognized that this showed a quality group of therapists that were dedicated to their job.

Finding a therapist is a more comprehensive process than getting a name and number. The entire journey, right through the last minute of that first session, is your interview of a therapist that you are looking to invite into the deepest parts of your soul.

Conclusion: You Are the Captain Now

You oversee the journey to healing. Ultimately, everything comes down to you and what your wants and needs are. Only so many guides, books, and blog posts can be written about therapy before it becomes pointless because eventually you must take the reins. The best advise I can give you is to give thought to what you need/want out of therapy. For example, I had a therapist that helped me learn to work through anger, he wasn’t a good fit for me on anything other than helping me work through anger, and when I finished his anger management course we never spoke again. That is the goal! You never want to speak to your therapist again – I exaggerate a little. From time to time you may need maintenance for certain things, but you want therapy to have an end. To have a clearly defined end you must have a clearly defined beginning. I think the best place to start is with you. No one says, “you are the Captain, now” that is a mantle you must take up on your own time.

The Tree: A Subjective Normal

*Everything I write is from my own personal experience. I am not a medical professional or therapist. What you read is my journey*

Mental health is a subjective reality that we treat as objective. We try to get someone as close to the average line as possible through therapy and drugs that we miss out on the great opportunity to take a person for who they are and help them exist within that reality. The line should be harm to self others, and once we can help a person stay within that baseline then we should allow them to explore who they are and learn to exist in their reality not force a societal idea of normal on them. Imagine need to go to the grocery store for some ice cream -who does not like ice cream? You locked your front door and head to your car. Out of the corner of your eye you notice your neighbor standing below a tree in his yard, mostly naked, and not moving. You curiously stare and call out; he does not reply. You notice something in the yard in front of him. Concerned for your neighbor you approach and see a sign reading, “I am a tree.” What would you do? I argue that the better question is, “How does it matter?”

In that instant the only information you have is that your neighbor thinks they are a tree and that no one is being harmed. Any other inference from this is an extrapolation in predictive analysis. Your only choice here is to leave your neighbor to their own devices or impose your own perspective of normal on him by seeking professionals who will force him to be “normal”. Most, in this scenario, would justify their decision by saying they “got him help”. However, if he was harming no one and was no harm to himself, shouldn’t he be allowed to stand as a tree?

Society makes these types of judgements objective -there is a right and wrong answer- rather than subjective -what is the immediate situation. No matter how good one is at their craft predicting behavior is just that, a prediction -read that as gamble. The entirety of your life experience has told you that to think you are a tree is abnormal and should be treated because one day that “disease” might cause others harm, thus your entire response to this type of scenario is going to be subjective to your view of normal.  Your reactions are going to, in most cases, infringe on someone else’s subjective view of reality. Of course, I am talking deconstructionism, existentialism, and nihilism here -what is real? However, to have a concrete understanding of our environment we must, to a degree, deconstruct our idea of what is real or deconstruct someone else’s. Wars are fought because there is this belief that there cannot be two congruent philosophies at one time.

We have taken the subjective and made it objective. Specifically, when it comes to people -or even animals. Normal is subjective, except in extreme circumstances when it becomes objective. We must also resist the urge to impose our view of reality on another out of concern for them -which most often is really our inability to rationalize that someone else views the world different than us. To do all this requires emotional intelligence and empathy. The common thread in all my poetry is just that, empathy. It is an attempt to draw in multiple perspectives to show my own perspective. It is not right, nor normal, that I was sexually abused as a child. But that is now my reality, that is now the perspective that I see the world from. I must learn to marry that reality with a blue sky, green grass, and the touch of a gentle breeze on my face. The trick is to avoid the distraction of making sense -that is a dead-end quest. Much in life is a waste of energy to make sense of. Rather the task is for me to understand my reality.   Just as I would expect you, not to make a judgement of your treeish neighbor, but to make an earnest attempt to understand your neighbors’ behavior. Once you have done the required work to understand then you can make an objective call on the behavior. Unless, I understand why the sky is blue it is useless for me to make any judgement about the sky other than a poetic judgement about how it makes me feel -though, I would argue to make that poetic judgement of feeling I have to understand myself.

Mental health is not complicated. We complicate it. Just like an arm, or leg, or any other appendage the brain can be broken. When broken it is necessary to heal. But when it is healed it is useless to wonder why it broke and useful to learn how to operate your appendage with the new quirks. Or more simply put, after your brain heals the scars left behind are normal and are part of you. That do not make you lesser or greater than your fellow man, they make you.

Normal is subjective.

*There is a necessity to, at times, understand how something happened so that you can apply the necessary lessons to avoid future events such as the ones that harmed you. But this is entirely different than trying to learn why, as it is understanding how. Which is a healthy action to take. Only the inner workings of a person can explain why they did anything, and of course that requires a certain level of self-awareness. It is a fools errand to think “why” will heal. Healing is internal and entirely about you.

Break Equal Over

*Everything I write is from my own personal experience. I am not a medical professional or therapist. What you read is my journey*

It is July 15, and I have not updated this site in some time. Well, I have been busy with life things. Primarily getting settled into a new living situation which should afford me more creative opportunities. The place I did most of my work from over the last 365 days was about 5x5 feet and was energy sapping. It is difficult to be creative in that climate. This post is small, as it is just an update. That Tears of a Poet is back and running. By the end of the month I should have more of a schedule for posting and idea of what direction I want to take this. With everything that has happened in the last 7-months there is plenty of topics to cover and I think conversations with survivors of sexual abuse can help society navigate the many obstacles of 2020.  

Cheers,

Eric

An Hour at the Fair: Overstimulation on Steroids

*Everything I write is from my own personal experience. I am not a medical professional or therapist. What you read is my journey*

There is a wide range of research that shows victims of sexual abuse learn to see their entire environment as a threat. I recall one day at the Minnesota State Fair -I attended college not more than a 10-minute drive from the fairgrounds, or rather it is blazed in my memory. Nothing nefarious happened. In fact, it was an average fair visit for your average fair goer. However, in my mind a battle raged whereby every noise, movement, person, smell, and step was a threat. This memory plays out like a traumatic memory of my abuse: blue pants, red shirts, blurry faces, rides, noise is silenced, smells are overwhelming, and I hover above my 20-year old body watching myself twist and turn through the crowds. With $40 in my pocket I make the tough food choices and experience the fair through taste and absent any feeling. I could not even tell you what the food tasted like, or if it was good. My body was on autopilot. The entire experience a nightmare for my brain wiring that saw the entire world as a threat.

A large part of the recovery process is rewiring your brain -neuroplasticity- from viewing the world as threat. The process of which is exhausting, nearly as exhausting as existing in Defcon-4 24/7. The hard work is worth it. When you reach that moment where you look back on all the sessions all the steps forward and fully recognize growth you notice that you are no longer defined by what was done to you, but that you define who you are.

This story is brief. I don’t believe survivors need to write long exposes on their experiences for the majority to understand. In fact, if you are honest about what you experience and share moments that everyone has in their memory banks and in those memories share the different lenses through which your brain sees the world it will have the effect of encouraging empathy. And empathy is what we need. If those who have not experienced sexual abuse understand the devastating affects of trauma on victims they will work that much harder to protect all of society and seek justice for those

Safety: The World is a Dangerous Place For the Victim of Sexual Abuse

*Everything I write is from my own personal experience. I am not a medical professional or therapist. What you read is my journey*

“What are some happy memories of childhood?” There were a few seconds of silence from me when this question was asked in a therapy session. Looking to my left I poured through my memories to see if there was a happy memory. Nothing. I replayed the memories a second time, nothing. I chuckled out loud and smiled -a defense mechanism. “I don’t have any.”

A few more sessions would help unveil a few of those happy memories. Though, at the time of writing this I cannot easily recall these memories -it takes incredible effort and guidance to recall most happy memories. Perhaps these inconsistencies are why I have a fascination with neuroscience: “How can I so vividly remember the terrifying moments of sexual abuse and not the moments of happiness?” On a physiological level the answer is beginning to come clearer for neuroscience: decreased white matter. Or more appropriately, lack of connection inside the brain. Yet, my experience tells me that this does not explain it all.

When I was first abused at the age of 5, the best I could do to protect myself was to view everything and everyone as danger. At the age of 5 the entire world became dangerous. The shape of my whole being was to protect myself from these dangers. How do you truly have time for happy moments?  Abuse, whether it be physical, emotional, or sexual, destroys a person’s safety -especially when the victim is a child. Think back to when you were a child and you hurt yourself, one of your parents comforted you and helped you feel safe again. After the abuse, I lay in the fetal position holding my baby blanket and sucking my thumb: no one came to comfort or provide safety for me. Obviously, those do not compare, but nothing can compare my childhood with most peoples. To understand what a victim of childhood sexual abuse is recovering from you must learn to recognize the key events in your own childhood that encoded safety into your view of the world. And you must understand that basic needs that were met for you were not met for that child -even with the world’s best parents, after abuse, the world is a dangerous place.

My recovery then has been learning to appropriately recognize danger and safety. A lot of that is about building up the stamina to exist in moments that are not inherently dangerous, but feel dangerous, and allowing myself to explore them and learn that they are safe. In my sessions I have often returned to the concept that I didn’t get to learn to view the world in a healthy way like children are supposed to and now I must return to that as an adult and do this work.

Most men who seek to recover from sexual abuse wait much longer than I did -my first therapy session was when I was 19. A lot of this is because society has not made it a safe place for men to talk about abuse -especially if the perpetuator was female. Society needs to learn about abuse and the effects it has on the victim. There are troves of information and stories out there for anyone to learn from. Often, it is the victims that use these materials. I encourage you, dear reader, to learn about sexual abuse. You do not know who you may be interacting with that doesn’t feel safe and will need an understanding friend when they begin to rewire their worldview.