“You shall not give false testimony against your neighbor.”
Who
would have guessed a doll could teach me about secrecy and lying?
When
I was a child, I received a much-desired china doll, actually named after
Florence Nightingale. So, obviously, when my mother bought her for me, I was
thrilled, so thrilled, I shared my excitement with the wrong person: my dad.
“Earthquake, thunder, fire and fathers.”
Japanese
Proverb
He
was, indeed, abusive. If my dad didn’t have a good day, neither did we. He’d
threaten us with each and every infraction. His booming voice would overpower
us. Mom, like most abused partners, spent her energy begging and trying to
bargain for a less harsh treatment. I would hide, usually unsuccessfully. He’d
hunt me until he could corner and terrorize me according to his desired
specifications. This explosive yelling period usually lasted two or three days.
And then there would next be the silent treatment of anxious tension, lasting
another two or three days. Mom and I knew better than to talk to him during
this phase. Finally, there would be the relief phase, a return to “normalcy.” We
couldn’t predict how or when it would happen. Just suddenly, my dad would start
talking to us and we’d resume our lives. He never apologized. Mom and I were
just thankful we made it through another round…until the next time he’s
unhappy, then, of course, the whole thing would repeat.
Anyway,
back to Florence. Here is where I learned how to lie.
The Power of Deceit:
When
I made the decision to share my joy about the doll with him, he erupted in
anger. Florence was a waste of money spiting his very psyche. Threats and
terror were next; he tried to take her away from me.
As
that young child, I didn’t know enough about the abuse we lived. I only
experienced how “Daddy was mad sometimes.” Adding further complication, as only
a child can do, I honestly believed my dad would be happy by my happiness. I
hadn’t counted on his wrath. I hadn’t counted on him wanting to hurt me, simply
to secure/affirm his power.
I
am still astounded I wasn’t physically hurt. I’m equally surprised Florence
wasn’t either. He could have easily smashed her china head against a wall.
But,
the eruption was trauma enough. Following the abuse cycle our home established
all too well, I endured his screaming, laid low as much as possible and immediately
hid Florence from his view.
And,
in that instant, I learned how truth was not safe, nor desired. My dad didn’t
accept the new doll. I learned lying protects; truth hurts. And I ran with it,
incorporating that mantra into my forming addictive tendencies.
“He whose tongue is deceitful falls into trouble.”
I
needed to do whatever was necessary. I learned how to make something pretty on
the outside, no matter how ugly or painful it is on the inside. And my frustrated wounding eventually manifested
in things like eating disorders, perfectionism and constant anxiety.
Keep quiet; don’t tell. Be unheard. Continue to walk on eggshells.
Secrecy and deceit were weapons in my arsenal when
it came to “staying safe.” No one was interested in the truth anyway. What had
honesty gotten me? Punishment? Terror? Screaming? Felling worthless?
I learned, via Florence, anything which brought me
happiness was dicey, at best, in the eyes of my dad.
So, no more “show and tell” of any doll or toy I
received.
But, more than that, I learned to conceal weakness
and desire; he could easily squash it. No more “show and tell” of who was. I
employed stoicism. I always had my guard up, because I could never predict when
his mood would swing in a menacing direction.
And that only escalated my anxiety: disordered
eating, emaciation, suicidal thoughts and an oppressive drive to be the out of
reach embodiment of “perfect” were all attempts to survive the warzone, actual
or self-imposed.
“The truth shall set you free.”
John 8:32
In the years since, through the various stages of my
faith walk, a large form of healing has sprung to my attention: there are no secrets
from the Most High.
“I know that thou canst do everything, and that
no thought can be withholden from thee.”
Job 42:2
At first, I was freaked out about that. I had
visions of Him ordering thunderbolts and lightning strikes to smite me for,
well, being me. I was quick to emotionally- and physically- flinch every time I
screwed up. Every sin. Every shortcoming. Every less-than-ideal situation.
But then, gradually- and imperfectly- I breathed a
spiritual sigh of relief. He knows. Elohim knows. And so far, no traces of
lightning singes coming off from my person.
Nevertheless, I could not get around Truth,
regardless of my permission or comfort level: I was choosing to participate in
behavior which was not healthy.
“There is a way that
seems right to a man. But its end is
the way of death.”
Proverbs
14:12
My addictive tendencies and their assorted
behaviors, reverted back to my childish hide and seek game toward Truth. The
lessons I learned about secrecy in childhood need not carry over into
adulthood.
“Casting down imaginations, and every high thing
that exalteth itself against the knowledge of Elohim...”
2 Corinthians 10:5
And if they did, as that adult, I had to own my
active choice in that.
“When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I
thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.”
1 Corinthians 13:11
I still have Florence Nightingale. Sometimes, I
display her on my book shelf, remembering what I have learned from her.
And part of that lesson involves how nothing is a
surprise to the Father of us all. He knows the complicated backstory, the
triggers and traumas. He knows how we struggle, cope and fail when it comes to
dealing with these factors.
He knows we play hide and seek- especially from
Him...especially from ourselves.
He knows.
“Be not ye
therefore like unto them: for your Father knoweth what things ye have need of,
before ye ask him.”
Matthew 6:8
And that knowing never disqualifies the love.
In all of our experiences and struggles, how do our
beliefs concerning truth and secrecy impact each of us, even now? Scripture is
clear:
“For nothing is secret, that shall not be made manifest;
neither anything hid, that
shall not be known and come abroad.”
Luke 8:17
Secrets,
silence, lies, denial: they are all heart and life issues. We do learn what we
live.
Once we know
this then, how do we live WITH that reality?
We choose
that response.
Copyright © 2018 by Sheryle Cruse
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