In light of the #yesallwomen…
I wanted to make a list of habits I've developed or red flags that set off personal alarms because of situations I've been in with, or because of, men. So here we go:
When driving, if there is a car pacing next to me for a length of time, I avoid looking to see who it is because of a time when I was driving home. The guy in the SUV next to me had his rear view mirror angled so that I could see him masturbating (and doing a very poor job of it).
If I go on trips involving a team I'm on, I either room with guys I can trust, or I room alone (assuming there are no women to room with). Because a teammate made sure I got no sleep one night.
I have trouble accepting compliments on how I look, because a friend thought I was dressing up for him, and tried to force himself on me. And, when I went to a gala after I got out of an abusive relationship, my bf at the time leered at me and said, "I can't wait for you to get home so I can molest you."
When I go to concerts alone, or in strange places, I sneak my spiked wrist bracelet in with me. I wrap it around my fist so I can interest people to move away from me. Because someone at a concert thought my being near him was reason to put his hands in places they shouldn't be.
On a trip to my favourite swim spot on the river, I made the mistake of taking a teammate who I wasn't comfortable in being around (I chalked it up to cultural differences). He tried to force himself on me. When I told him no and decided we were going home, he went and told the inner circle of the team that I had sex with him.
I learned BJJ because an ex used leg locks and choke holds to "keep me in line". Learning it led to the one above, along with learning that someone I respected wasn't worth the respect.
I locked myself up both emotionally and sexually, because I was told by an ex that I was too emotional and I needed to get control of it (I'm still trying to unlock all of that).
I'm fearful of overly affectionate drunks both because of the demon I call my grandfather, and because I'm fearful of having to hurt someone because they won't listen to the word no).
I have bolted away from what might have been first dates, because the guy was just trying to be nice, or paid for something I didn't expect, because I was getting the wrong signals. I'm pretty sure they were both just nice guys, but it set off alarms from "nice guys" who were expecting repayment.
A guy who decided I had wronged him, put my unlisted home number up in a gas station bathroom, with the note "for great anal sex call *my name misspelled*". I got so many phone calls between the hours of midnight and 4AM that I almost had to quit my corporate job because I wasn't getting any sleep. I called the cops, they took my statement, and I never heard from the detective on my case. I ultimately had to change my number and move. This is why I don't answer calls from numbers I don't know.
In college, a guy called me – wrong number. Apparently, he had a female friend who would let him talk to her while masturbating. He did it to me quite a few times. I hung up on him, a lot. The only way it stopped, was when it turned out a friend of his fiancee was on the hockey team with me. He told her. I started making sure my dorm number was unlisted. As an RA, it was only available if you were a student in my building.
I won't get into the catcalls I've gotten, walking down the road. I also make sure that, if I'm on the bus or the train, I'm sitting or standing with my back against a wall and my bag between me and other people. I also walk with headphones on, normally – not necessarily listening to anything. I used to walk with my keys in my fist, now I only do that in places I'm not familiar with, or when I'm alone. I'm always looking at my surroundings and sizing up everything and everyone.
None of this is fair to the really nice people who don't deserve this. But it is because of a few – because I don't know who they are and they are good at hiding. I differentiate between the "nice guys" and the Nice Guys. I love the Nice Guys because I'm like their sister, and they protect me like their sister. And I have their back like a little sister and will beat the crap out of anyone who messes with them. I just wish there were more of them, so everyone can have a little sister.
The other day, while I was waiting on the train. A stranger walked up to me and asked if I could use his phone. I stood there frozen, not willing to let my phone go because I had been witness to how phones get stolen, and conflicted on that. I was very hesitant on calling the number because I felt sorry for the excuse he gave me (and his phone really was dead), and afterwards I kicked myself because he now had my phone number. How messed up is it, that those thoughts go through my head in trying to be nice and help someone out.
So, I’ve discovered something new about myself the other night, in regards to how fucked up I am with relationships. See, the dipshit ex used to use his attentions to other girls to put me in my place. Kinda a reminder that he can always find someone else, no matter what. It was one of the major reasons why I completely shut down, because if I flirted with others, then obviously I was thinking of leaving him (he saw it as a dose of his own medicine, and a means to control me). So, I’m still not as big a flirt as I used to be, and I tend to keep it to people I consider “safe”. Meaning, people I know aren’t going to take it as a sign that I want to be in a relationship with them, or that it means I want to have sex with them (totally different situation that caused that reaction). Anyway, my emotions, of late, I’ve been thinking had something to do with some jealousy feeling, and while it does, the feelings of jealousy are coming from the conditioning that the dipshit ex set into place. They are not coming from my own personal feelings of inadequacy. When I realized this connection, it felt like this whole weight dropped off my shoulders, and any low feelings that I’ve been having of late just jumped me right up to going to bed on a high note. Of course, this left me with the feeling of being completely stupid and childish in my reactions this past month, but gods it feels good to know that I was just being stupid and childish. It’s broken down a serious barrier for me between me and my Zoomie because it made me realize (not that I wasn’t consciously aware of it before) that he really is just a massive flirt. Yeah, that makes no sense, but if you, the reader, are trying to understand just think of those truths about yourself that you know and recognize, but then something happens that just turns that lightbulb up to floodlight wattage and the bell starts dinging in your head and the revelation and acceptance finally just makes you smile in that stupid goofy way that says, “Aha!”
And this is why I love and absolutely adore that man. It would have taken me longer to actualize this part of me if I had to wait for the next person. Prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
I love my boys, if it weren’t for them, it’d be hard to discover parts of myself that require additional people. *lots of hugs, kisses, snuggles, etc to the both of you* Mraowr. I LOVE YOU GUYS!!!!!!!!!
This post has been in my head all weekend. I guess I’m slacking on maintaining the toughgirl crust, but here it goes….
I just got word that my ex has pled guilty to spousal abuse and whatever other charges were leveled against him. I have an extreme amount of pain that has lifted off my shoulders, and closure that has been given for something I couldn’t close myself. Thank the gods that he got sloppy. No one deserves the treatment he’d dish out, but damned. I’m glad he fucked up and got caught.
I chatted with my dad today. He was pissed that I want to watch that ‘son of a bitch’ fry in a courtroom. According to him, I should chalk my relationship with him up to experience, and nothing that happened didn’t happen without my consent. I can forgive the comment, based on the fact that I never told my dad about the attempt at breaking my leg by twisting it, the times he held me on the ground and put his entire body weight on my chest so I couldn’t breathe, the dental impressions embedded in my left arm where I was bitten so hard that my entire upper arm was bruised when the skin relaxed enough to return to it’s extended state, or the time he choked me after I slapped him upside the head for sitting on my chest, again. My dad also doesn’t know about all the emotional trauma I was put through, the whole “My god, do you ever stop eating? You’re such a pig.” or the trips we went on, where if I got hungry, he wouldn’t stop, he’d just keep driving and tell me I needed to lose weight. WTF, I weigh at the bottom of the healthy projected weight for my body type. Anyway, the whole thing was irritating me because my dad doesn’t believe in closure, he doesn’t believe in those ‘buzzwords’ people like to talk about. He thinks they should be embedded as deep as possible in the human psyche so they can jump out at a later time and beat the crap out of someone else. I believe the opposite. When I just let things sit and fester, that’s what they did. The anger just continued to build and I began lashing out at anyone that was close enough to suffer. I’ve still got my habits that I’m working through, and my thought processes that need to be re-wired and the fact that my dad thinks that anything that happened was because I consented to it. And once he was cool with the fact that things happened that he didn’t know about, he decided it was time to joke around, break the tension, and that is even more irritating. I have things to work through, they are things that are not going to go away and I would prefer to not carry them around as baggage for the rest of my life. That baggage has gotten so heavy lately, that I really need to dump some, and the situation has provided itself and I’d like to take advantage of it. Can I really be faulted for that? I remember, when my cousin went through her first divorce, my gram (dad’s mum) commented that it was my cousin’s lot in life to not be happy and she should deal with it – to my cousin. Everyone, including my dad, was irritated at that comment. But at the same time, that is basically similar to what my father is telling me. I suffered, I need to carry that around for the rest of my life because it was the experience and because of that, I need to continue to suffer until I can bury it underneath every other life experience that comes after it, and any other suffering I might have as a result of all that. What bullshit. Oh yeah, he suggested counselling, funny. He got pissed when I dragged him into my therapist’s office for his own little counselling session with him. Bastard.
The world is a wonderful place, and Sir I. Newton was wonderful for noticing….
Word has gotten to me that my ex-fiance had to spend a few nights in jail for putting his fists where they shouldn’t have been. I’m hoping a prosecution follows, as I will definitely be in that courtroom when it happens. I want to see him burn for what he did, as it has finally caught up with him. Hell, I’d happily testify. Moral of the story? Never take out what you can’t put back in because you will get your ass kicked, in some manner. (Note: this is not a moralizing of the law of 3, imo, that is utter nonsense – it’s a validation of Newton’s 2 or 3rd law of motion). Anyway, my hip is healing fine.