To us, recovering from abuse: I address our reactions.
Most of us, since we were children, were introduced to “The
Wizard of Oz.” We accompany Dorothy from Kansas, her dog, Toto, and her newly
acquired friends of Scarecrow, Tin Man, and Cowardly Lion, all while pursuing
the Wizard in this fantastical land called Oz.
Remember when, as they’re all traveling down the yellow brick
road, they encounter a forest of trees? These trees were abundant in delicious,
shiny, red apples. And our beloved characters were hungry. Therefore, Dorothy went
about some apple picking.
And here was where we learned we were “not in Kansas
anymore.”
The trees were alive-and not thrilled with being
picked apart.
These trees fought back. They screamed, voiced their
displeasure, and chewed out our heroine and her friends.
A case of reactive abuse, perhaps?
No one knows their anthropomorphic tree backstory. We don’t
know how many other times, how many other clueless yokels, freshly
fallen off from assorted turnip trucks, picked apples from their branches,
thinking it was no big deal.
“The trees look like regular trees,” they reason.
Nothing new to see here.
How many of us can raise our branches and admit to struggling
with reactive abuse?
How many of us have been repeatedly mistreated, abused, gaslit,
and messed with, to the point of exhaustion, mounting frustration, and
full-blown rage? It can be experienced from one person or one specific
relationship, or its final straw can happen at a seemingly random encounter
with a stranger.
Regardless, we have hit a saturation point.
Our apples have been picked one too many times now. We have had
it!
Now I love Dorothy. I dressed up as her as a kid for
Halloween. I love the other characters, “Toto, too!”
(Sorry, had to say it).
I am all about these individuals finding their way
through Oz, getting their answers and their dreams realized.
But I also feel empathy for the “bad trees.”
As children, when we first watch the movie, we don’t see the
trees’ perspective. We may see the scene as funny or scary. The trees seem
“mean” to our childlike selves.
Now, however, as adults, and as abuse/trauma survivors, perhaps,
we see the trees’ perspective. These trees had the trauma of reactive abuse.
When someone is disempowered to repeatedly “take it,” time
and time again, eventually, there is a snapping. The branch snaps; the mind
snaps. The patience snaps. The “good nature” snaps.
The abused tree, that is you and I, is DONE!
“You’re not a tree. You can move.”
I have heard this statement within the past few years. It
speaks to the capacity for change, hopefully, healthy change.
It speaks to us going from disempowered to empowered, taking
command of our lives.
Many of us get stuck arguing with this sentiment. Our tree
selves, all too well know, from personal experience, we have felt stuck, paralyzed,
and trapped.
How, exactly, are we supposed to move, anyway?
The Rooted Lie:
Our life experience has often been blue gingham abuser after
blue gingham abuser. It’s easier to settle into the stuck-ness, accepting the
limitations of being a tree, instead of making forward movement.
“I have no choice but to endure this.”
We can get rooted into this state of being, feeling our
apples dying on the branches. So many of us have been raised and taught that
there is only one way to live and be in our lives. We don’t have choice.
This is all there is. Generations and status quo of the same way of living
spread now to us and determine our fate. Done deal.
It looks like there’s no room to move, doesn’t it?
The Moving Truth:
But movement can start with the challenge thought; challenge
what is possible.
“I deserve healing. It will be a messy process, but I’m worth
it.”
Reactive abuse can be a part of that mess.
We react… eventually to the lying limitations that are trying
to get forced upon us.
The people and the experiences, our home forests, attempt to
dictate, through abusive and limiting behaviors. They try to convince us that
being poked at, with the constant stifling of maltreatment and minimization, is
normal… and these experiences are the evidence that our lives are as they
should be.
Don’t move. Just take it.
And we react.
But it can be a sign of health and healing.
For here is where some of the roots at least, begin,
to get dealt with. They may not be uprooted right here, right now, but awareness
can show us the things that strangle us.
It can all start when, from our rooted vantage point, we look
around at the rest of the landscape. We see there is more, at least, in theory.
Even if we have not experienced it as such, we can move
to challenge the thought, and accept there is more… for us
So, we move to awareness that healing needs to take
place. And we are closer to healing because of that awareness.
The Rooted Lie:
“I am trapped/stuck.”
We can believe that, just because we have been in an abusive
dynamic for a certain period of time, that situation is all we will ever
experience.
And, if we are being poked and picked at, within this
oppressive context, yes, reaction will occur. The trapped creature will
snarl and bite if it is cornered.
Feel cornered?
As we are in this state, we are not concentrating on
what is at our disposal.
We cannot see our apples, at the ready, to come to our
defense.
The Moving Truth:
“I have an opportunity to heal here.”
Those apples? Some examples can be one different
person in our status quo life, one book, and the concept of, at least,
at first, therapy as reality.
We move being open to those kinds of options. And that
movement is solidified.
Do one thing. We do one thing.
We acknowledge, reach for, grab a shiny apple, even in the
middle of our reactive abuse. It moves us forward if we can hurl that
apple of education, support, and new information at the abuse. We move
as we recognize there is the reality of healing opportunity here.
It’s not just for the masses; it’s not just for “other
people.”
It’s for us.
The Rooted Lie:
“It’s hopeless/I’m a failure.”
Reactive abuse, on our part, can often occur when our
response is not met with the satisfying validation we so crave and need.
Of course, our abusive situation is not interested in
giving us any credence or credibility.
Why would they? What would be in it for them?
Poking and picking at us is working for them. Why mess up a
good thing?
We can get caught in a cycle of believing that the constant
torture is the same thing as our perceived inherent failure status. After all,
what is the evidence around us telling us otherwise? Where is it?
And that can be a recipe for a reaction, a sharp
reaction.
Our sharp reaction to the pokes and the prodding, not
surprisingly, can attempt to tell us that our reaction is a failed, wrong
action on our part. We can get shamed for challenging the abuse. The issue is
more about challenging the status quo, often filled with injustices. We do
that, and we get punished for it.
How dare we use our apples to defend ourselves against
our attackers?
The Moving Truth:
“If feels hopeless, yes, there’s failure built into this process,
but I am not hopeless and a failure.”
We can, however slowly and gradually, embrace that our
reaction, our reactive abuse to abuse, is not so much a failure, but rather, it
can be a move, a healthy move. Perfection is not required, nor is it the
guaranteed result of our movement. Being perfect, however, is often a must from
our abusive sources. The pressure can be too daunting to even attempt. If we do
not attempt, we do not move. We are easy to control, as we try, in vain, to be
perfect.
And control is a goal of those who practice abuse.
We can change how we view our supposedly immovable tree
natures and the shiny red apples we possess. If we use our movements, our
attempts, our failures, and our decisions to keep at it, imperfectly,
over the course of our lives, no matter the issue or the era, we can change and
empower ourselves. We choose, by moving, that we are making ongoing progress,
rather than writing ourselves off as hopeless failures.
Our reactions to the debilitating abuse we have suffered can
be the lit fuse to a changed life.
And it takes a lifetime to do that.
No shortcut sprinting here. It’s the longer, daily marathon.
You and I are Trees AND We Can Move!
It can be oversimplification and inaccurate to view ourselves
as the angry trees, throwing apples, in “The Wizard of Oz.” Reactive abuse is a
no-win situation. It’s constructed that way. How many of us were trying
to live our lives and mind our business, within a hostile relationship or
environment?
We didn’t start any fight; we had no interest in engaging in
a fight. We wanted peace, love, dignity, and a healthy sense of self.
However, the situations we found ourselves in decided, that, no, that
would not happen. It was “decided” by someone else that we would
be in the defense position; that was status quo normal, according to the
abusive individuals we were trying to survive.
Abuse is not a “one and done.” It is repetitive, daily,
hourly, constant, with, seemingly, no end in sight.
Faced with that outlook, who, amongst us, would not
react, right?
We are trees, strong, beautiful, examples of Divine Creation.
AND we have, within us, the capacity to react, when pushed and prodded.
Before we berate ourselves, let’s pause and reflect…
Did my reaction occur because tension, pain, and chaos were
building?
Was what was building in this situation unhealthy, harmful,
and abusive?
How unrealistic is it for me to expect a perfect reaction
from myself in an adverse situation?
How unlikely was it that the matter could have been resolved
in a healthy and constructive manner?
Was this provoking behavior, that produced my reaction,
ongoing?
Our anger and our reaction to abuse, can, like the scene in
“The Wizard of Oz,” produce evidence that yes, we are trees, AND we can move!
We can take action, using the very thing that
has been picked from us.
We ARE trees AND we CAN move!
Copyright © 2022 by Sheryle Cruse
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