Those who make them are like them.

I have another post about abuse today.

It won’t be especially sad though. Today I have more of a thought “Why does abuse happen?”

There are many, many reasons, I couldn’t possibly address them all.

But for a christian family like mine, I believe there is one reason that can be common. It’s not the only reason, but it’s an important one to understand if there’s ever going to be  road to healing.

That reason is Idolatry.

Idolatry is a fancy sounding word for one of the most common sins to man, that of worshiping something other than the One True God.

Even if you are not a Christian, it’s probably no strength for you to agree that there are things worth devoting your life to, and that many people do not devote their lives to the right thing, so if the religious term throws your off, just think of it like that.

Idolatry is just easier to use for me, since it’s one word, but in Church we usually call it False Images, False gods, or just Idols themselves.

In my family the False Image was My Family itself.

My dad has long been obsessed with being a better person, but his version of better was rather vague and unrealistic. It usually involved ridding himself of his faults as a parent and husband.

But his biggest faults in that regard was simply focusing on the flaws. He didn’t prioritize us ourselves, but this idea of what our family should look like.

Our family should have its own ministry (one he approved of)

Our family should make music

Our family should be more hospitable

Our family should all go tot he same church.

Our family should be a witness to the extended family.

He never took into consideration that maybe it was not his job to decide how we should serve God.

I am aware of  the Bible’s teaching about a whole household serving God. However, it never says everyone in the house should do the exact same thing. In the New Testament the control of family is a little lesser, since may early Christians did not have their whole family’s support.

It didn’t stop with Church stuff anyway. That was just what annoyed me the most.

Maybe you’ve had the same experience with your relatives.

My dad would also say repeatedly that our family was the most important thing to him and he got his happiness from us.

Which bugged me, I thought “We get our happiness form God, not each other.”

Not to misunderstand me, people can greatly increase our happiness, but it does not spring from them. If it does it’s fleeting, people die, they move, they move on, they ditch us, not all of them, but human based happiness is just not permanent.

It sounds like a Christian Cliche to say We Get our Happiness from God.

Oh, we’re so spiritual, right?

I know, but it really is true. It can be misused sure, to hide real problems, but so can most things.

It’s not that God makes me feel happy all the time, it’s that when Id o feel happy, it’s in God. I know it is from Him, and it is a gift.

By the way, there’s been a teaching in the Church that says the Bible never says “God wants you Happy”

Let me set you free if you’ve heard this: That is bull-crap.

No, you won’t find the exact words “God wants you happy” in scripture, the Bible prefers the words “Joy” “Rejoicing” “Praising” “Thankful” “Peaceful” “Exalted” and “Satisfying the desires of your heart.”

All that is stronger than happiness as a chemically induced fleeting feeling, though that too, because God also wants you healthy, and a healthy person will produce that physical feeling of happiness too.

I digress.

My dad used our family as a false god. Like all idols, it had to be removed from him for him to turn back to the real God.

And we had also to give up serving my dad’s happiness, instead of serving God’s. We wanted our dad to be happy, sure, but we could not keep trying to fill the void of God in his heart.

And we could not let him punish us with emotional abuse for inevitably failing to do the impossible.

It struck me what the Bible is talking about when it warns about idols.

You are what you adore, what you trust in, you become.

If you trust in a lie, you become a liar, and eventually, if you fall in with C. S. Lewis’s point of view in The Great Divorce, you become a lie itself.

If you trust in money, you become a miser.

If you trust in drugs, you become an addict.

All these states of being are merging you with the thing you worship. In the case of drugs it literally will get worked into you bloodstream, your DNA, and your brain engineering, and passed on to your kids.

“Their idols are silver and gold,
The work of men’s hands.
 They have mouths, but they do not speak;
Eyes they have, but they do not see;
They have ears, but they do not hear;
Noses they have, but they do not smell;
 They have hands, but they do not handle;
Feet they have, but they do not walk;
Nor do they mutter through their throat.
 Those who make them are like them;
So is everyone who trusts in them.” Psalms 115:4-6

“They have mouths but they do not speak; eyes they have but they do not see; they have ears but they do not hear; nor is there any breath in their mouths. Those who make them are like them; so is everyone who trusts in them.” Psalms 135:16-18

That’s why we are all sinners, by the way. Adam became a sinner, and in a way, he became sin, and so we carry that in our DNA now. We are born in sin, as the Word puts it.

Jesus became sin for us, the Word also says, in order to finally get Sin out of us. He killed sin by becoming it, and then dying.

The Bible also teaches that the Spirit of God is able to divide soul and spirit, and that is how we are saved from sin. God can separate the sinner form the sin.

We ourselves cannot do that, except by loving the sinner. We cannot transform them. But loving people will help them choose to be transformed.

In summary, I think almost all abuse happens due to idols

Many abusers are addicts, after all. All of them put power above God, certainly. Abuse is all about feeling powerful.

It’s important to keep in mind that focusing too much on being abused also can be a form of idolatry. God wants us to be healthy, and if we focus on him, we’ll start to heal. If we are letting Him help us.

But don’t wear your sorrow like a badge of honor, Paul boasted of his weakness because God was glorified in it, not because weakness all on its own is a glory.

One last thought

All of us are meant to be at rest, and to rejoice. Abusers and abused alike. However you handle your past, whatever you went through, even if you were the abuser in some ways, don’t think it mean you cannot ever be happy,

Happiness is not what we deserve, desert does not come into it at all. It’s the natural state of things. You can’t earn it because you were created for it, it’s just like putting a key into a lock. No question of deserving it, it would be stupid to ask that.

So, it’s okay to move on. Really.

And that’s all I got for you today. Until next time, stay honest–Natasha.

Millions of flashing lights.

I wonder what people are doing when they find this blog. Surfing through internet stuff to kill time. Or perhaps checking their own blog and then seeing what’s new on WordPress. Not that I’m ungrateful or think that’s a bad thing, I just wonder how much of it we do.

People say we are over connected nowadays, we’ve all heard it. Most of us probably agree with the statement to a degree, just not as it affects us. I have heard statistics, but I’m not going to list any about the subject at hand. There are no statistics  that can measure how connected you feel with the people around you. Can we take a moment to acknowledge that, good.

The truth of the matter is, nothing you see in front of you can make a connection with your heart of hearts if all it is is flashing lights. Why don’t we ever ask ourselves just what the substance of a text, or a post, or a picture is? It’s flashing lights, it’s not the sound of a human voice, or the touch of human affection, or a real face in front of us. It’s just an image. It serves about the same purpose as a photograph or a letter used to, conveying part of the person, as a way to remember them and get a small taste of who they were when they couldn’t be with us. The more you knew them, the more you could get out of such reminders. Pictures are good I think, and it’s fine to take them even on a phone, but can they substitute for actually seeing the person?

Three things that don’t have value in a culture of technology:

  1. Privacy.
  2. Silence.
  3. Seriousness.

For the first thing: Moments of being alone with your thoughts. Time to yourself. This is not seen as a good thing, by you or by your friends who keep texting you all the time, or who constantly post new things for you to read. Wanting time alone can only mean you’re tired and cranky, not that you want to stay SANE.

Secondly, there is almost no silence. When we’re tired we turn on the TV or whatever our preferred form of tech is, ( if you don’t do this, then you have my apologies,) but I’ve found I’m more rested after just a little quiet time outdoors or in my room. If a stay at home mom is reading this, I know it’s hard to get a break; if a working person is reading this, I know that it can be just as hard to. Frankly, if you go to school it’s even harder because half your day is taken up without your consent. But there are still hours of time that most of us have that we fill with distaction form how tired we are, instead of rest.

Thirdly, When your day is crammed full of things that seem disconnected with each other, it’s hard to give full attention to anything. Again, if you go to school it is not your choice that subjects are seperated by the hour, but an hour is too long for some things, and far too short for others. I can spend hours writing, I get frusterated if I spend one hour trying to figure out a song on the keyboard. I have to take it in little bites.  Our minds look for connection and patterns, we need them to make sense of the world. The whole world is one interworking system, nothing is independent of everything else, yet nothing is the same. Both sameness and irregularity play havoc with our ability to reason and think and feel.

Yet entertainment is becoming increasingly both same and irregular. People who play the parts in the media industry now utter lines that come out of nowhere, and whose very randomness is supposed to be funny. I laugh sometimes, but unless it is very well done, such humor shows less, not more, cleverness. And plots are cliched. Based on what sells, not on a good message. I have to give Disney and Pixar credit for sometimes being an exception to this, but only sometimes. By and large there are no exceptions beyond the least popular movies and shows.

More than movies though, is our hopping from computers to phones to tablets to ipads to computers again, in a cycle of boredom.

Let me now quote a show called “Girl meets world”I heard this on one episode and liked it a lot.

“Not until we switch off our computers, put down our phones, and look into each others eyes, will we be able to touch each other’s hearts..there is no connection you can make with any screen that compares with the moment you understand only human beings have souls.”

Note the word understand. If you’ve read this far, I must have your interest on some level, so please, attend. I cannot possibly state enough the importance of knowing human beings have souls.

Personal story: A while back my sister and I decided to stop watching movies and youtube clips on the weekdays, we wanted to spend more time reading, and doing other stuff, and getting our studies done. At first it was hard and it still is in a way, (although I’m currently on break for a week,) but I noticed a change almost right away. I was happier, I was more interested in things. My brain was more receptive, I could enjoy reading more. I could go outside and really look at the world around me. I had more time to pursue interests, and more time to just rest without watching a screen, or to listen to music instead of watch music videos. I am more awake. That, versus yesterday, when we watched things for hours on end, and at the end of them I felt cranky with everyone, bad about myself, and confused about where I was in my personal life. I might have felt all that anyway, but it seemed so much worse than of late, and I couldn’t even think as clearly. To be honest, I’ve noticed the quality of what I’m watching plays a part, you feel clearer after good movies, and sutpider after stupid ones. It’s just the way it is.

I have found myself more paitent with people, and more at peace. Because in the absence of a screen, I have to use real substance to feed my imagination, not sicken it.

This is very long, so I’ll save the rest for a later post. I think we all have plenty to consider, myself included.

 

How to find purpose the hard way

You know how sometimes you have those really deep conversations with friends about life?

Well, it doesn’t actually happen to me that often, but it did this last Sunday.

A friend of mine and my sister’s was telling us about her uncertainty about what she’s supposed to do going forward. Chase dreams? Pick the steady job she has a better shot of getting? Even if she doesn’t feel that passionate about it.

I’ve had the same questions. So has my sister. All of us could relate to the feeling that we’re not fulfilling our purpose. I’ve had it often.

I think most people in their 20s have that feeling, but from what I’ve heard, people in their 30s and 40s do also.

We all hold ourselves to this standard in our minds of what really matters, and what our lives should accomplish.

It’s admirable to want to do something good for the world, but I wonder if a lot of the time, it’s more of a wish not to be forgotten.

I used to obsess over this, but through prayer and self reflection, really mainly in the last year, I came to realize a few things about why I think about it so much.

While there is some genuine wish to please God, and help people, in there, I found a lot of this desire of mine was from frusteration.

See, I wasn’t happy with my life, so I blamed the lack of accomplishing anything big. As if accomplishing something big would magically make me feel happy and fulfilled.

Yet if we look at the classic hidden lives and mental health crash outs of famous people and philanthropists, it doesn’t seem like that formal fully works.

There is the rare do-gooder who is very happy and fulfilled, but most often, it’s because their goal was more specific than just doing something big and important.

I finally noticed, reading the stories of famous do gooders like Mother Teresa, or David Wilkerson, or Corrie Ten Boom, or even others like Frederick Douglas, Abraham Lincoln, George Washington, any and all kinds of people. From Gandhi to Churchill, often the story really starts small.

None of these people really set out to do huge good things. Most of them just saw people around them who had a need, and they tried to help it. And that grew into something bigger.

Others of us, it never happens that way. Some people live out their lives helping only one person at a time. And in the eyes of the world, that’s a small thing.

Yet, one has to wonder, what really is the difference between changing one person’s life forever, and changing a thousand people’s lives? Except number.

Yet, if that one person you helped goes on to help millions of others, then you did help more.

It’s one reason teachers like teaching. We love to reach the individual and bring out their potential, and then see them use it to help way more people than we ever could.

It’s hard to quantify change. You could save one person’s life, and they could go on to save hundreds. Like the movie “It’s a Wonderful Life” portrays so well.

As all this began sinking in, I noticed that I discount a lot of the things I’ve done to help people.

In my short life, I’ve always tried to reach out to people who were lonely, or in trouble.

Often, I never really knew whether it helped or not.

Once in highschool on a mission trip, a girl confided in me about some horrible things she’d undergone at home. I didn’t know how to help except to listen. Later after the trip, she asked to stay at my house overnight one time, and my family and I agreed.

She left my church not long after that, I don’t know what happened to her. I hope her life got better. I wished I could do more.

Another girl opened up to my sisters and I about her home life as well, and other things she struggled with. We listened, we didn’t judge, and we gave her the best advice we could but tried not to sound preachy.

Unfortunately, another leader reported what happens to CPS, without waiting to verify all the details, and things got worse instead of better. The family left the church, unsurprisingly. We lost touch with her, but we did run into her again a year or so ago, and she seemed to be doing better. We know at least she didn’t blame us for what happened, but life gets in the way sometimes.

When I was in college, I befriended a girl at my dance class for a short time, who had major issues. She was high every class, usually. Once I went to a party with her and some guys from the class. I didn’t like the party, and I left early, but she asked me to take her home and I did. I’m pretty sure she’d have been SA-ed that night if I hadn’t, she was already drunk and buzzed when I arrived, and she had no sense of self protection based on what I knew of her life.

I remember the guys from class, who maybe wouldn’t have been that bad, but there were other people there who I didn’t know about, later said I was a good person because I was willing to take her home. I figured a small inconvenience to me was better than leaving her in that situation. I didn’t really realize how few people do things like that, at least, how few people those guys must have known.

They were kind of creeps anyway. But they all left me alone after that. Maybe they knew where I stood, maybe they were ashamed. I’m not sure. Mostly, men don’t bother me who have poor intentions. They can read me better than that. (A few exceptions here and there).

I learned that what I considered basic decency came off as usual to people who weren’t raised the way I was. It doesn’t always take a lot to make an impression.

I’m glad as a Christian at least they didn’t think I was a hypocrite. I believe I scared them a little just by not engaging in party behavior.

But the girl in question kind of just used me and then once I wasn’t willing to just be used, she cut contact. I didn’t resent it though, because I knew she had deep problems and likely, she just had no clue how to maintain a healthy friendship. It wasn’t personal.

Other times, I’ve been burned and it did bother me. Mostly when people in church act that way.

This ties back into my talk with my friend, as she’s had similar experiences with people at church.

I wished I could pass on my experience to her in a way that would help her understand that it’s these choices, one after another, that add up.

I often find it frustrating that I never know the result of the things I do to help people. But I do remind myself, that the result is really only gratifying to me, it doesn’t really matter that much when it comes to deciding the right thing. Other than, we should learn from how effective something is.

I’ve tried to improve the lives of all the kids I’ve babysat for over years as my side job. I never really got to see results there either. I often bemoaned to God that it was so infuriating to care about these kids, often more than their own parents did, but be able to do nothing about it.

Still, I don’t really know for sure that I never made a difference. I still remember things my favorite teachers and babysitters did when I was a kid myself. Their kindness made an impression even when I didn’t always have a lot of conversations with them.

While talking to my friend about wanting to find purpose, I decided to try a new tactic other than just practical advice.

I began to ask her and my sister what they most valued in life. And what would they want God to say to them tomorrow if He could say anything?

[I found that an interesting question for myself also.]

They answered with things like sincerity, honesty, humility, intimacy with people.

I pointed out something interesting to them. That the goals they told me they had actually didn’t fully align with those values. They were separate from them.

I mean, you could have those things with those goals, but it wouldn’t be required.

I myself could see in my own values that actually some of mine reflect wanting bigger goals more, but others don’t.

One my biggest values is Justice, and it drives me crazy when people don’t uphold that standard. That leads me to pick fights that other people think is a waste of time. Which also drive me up the wall.

At times, yes, it’s okay to let stuff go, and I’m working on that, yet I think others let things go way too often when it would hurt other people besides just them to do so.

In fact, one thing that convinced my mom to kick my dad out was us showing her how much his actions were affecting us, not just her. She could block it out for herself, but hearing how desperate we were was a wake up call. All of us were so much better off once he was gone.

Honestly now my dad has improved his life a lot, but it never would have happened while he had us to blame for things instead of having to fix them himself. I still wouldn’t choose to live with him again, but I’m not hostile to him.

In the end, doing the hard thing improved all our lives.

It’s choices like that that really shape us. Not some obscure big goal we have.

The problem with big goals is that they are often out of reach during our current situation. It’s convenient because we can’t really be expected to do anything about them. They make us feel like good people because we wish for them, but we don’t have to do anything actually good.

I know so many people who say they would like to make the world better, but hide in their house every day and don’t like making friends or risking interacting with people.

People who would say they care about the homeless, but walk by people asking for money.

I’m not guiltless of doing this, but I try to give when I can, even if it’s a few dollars. It’s not because I think of myself as some saint, but because I was taught that little things are how we prepare for big things.

I told my friend that one thing God told me about being stuck in small jobs and places, was that “He who is faithful with little will be faithful with much.”

Also that “to him who has more will be given, but to him who has not, even what he has shall be taken away.”

We’re all stewards, I told her. What you have now isn’t what you want, but it’s the opportunities and place you have now. If you make the most of it, then God will give you more eventually when you’re ready. So if you feel like He’s telling you to wait now, that might be why.

Also, sometimes the opportunities that really lead to big things aren’t what we think.

My current job was a very non glamorous, ordinary small job. I can’t go into detail, but it’s put me in a very unique position to do something a lot bigger than I expected to do at it. It won’t be glamorous really, and I probably won’t get credit for it, but it will matter.

And it’s not a nice sitioant that I’m in, but it is a strageti one.

I never would have imaig this placeholder job would open up someitn liekt hit it me. I don’t really want it, but now that it’s happened, I see that God might have lined it up for me specinailanl, as just ofn instins Iv’ had since I took the job, whit no togth of it ending this way, somehow led to me being protected and prepared for what happened.d

[I may explain it more in another post when it’s less problematic to.]

What I didn’t tell my friend was that in my opinion, she’s not ready for the things she wants. She has good intentions, but I could see where she does still need to grow. I didn’t think I should say that, since life is already telling her that, and people don’t always needs us to be that brutally honest.

But hey, even if she got what she wanted now anyway, I’d stand by my advice.

The hard truth is big stuff is pretty stressful. Now that I’m dealing with a big thing, I’m only waiting for it to be over because it’s really a lot.

Yet, I see that I might be the only one willing to do it.

That’s honestly, I think, what real opportunity looks like.

It won’t be the flashy thing everyone wanted to get, probably. At least, not for most of us.

Most of us, the biggest thing we’ll achieve, will come in the form of a crisis that we’re handed, and we can choose to deal with the right or wrong way. It won’t look like an important goal when it happens, but at the other end, we may find it opened something up.

I hope that’s what happens with me. Still, even if it doesn’t, I know I need to do what’s right.

Funny, all my coworkers complain about the job, and I was the one who complained the least, but none of them that I know of tried to do anything about it.

I notice the same pattern in life. People who complain about wanting purpose, rarely are the ones trying to find it (some exceptions exist).

Viktor Frankl, the famous Auschwitz survivor who wrote “Man’s Search for Meaning” noted in the book that he found that men don’t need to know a grand purpose for their life nearly as much as they need to know the purpose of what they’re currently doing.

And if they don’t feel a purpose in it, they should move to find something else, or try to change their perspective, if they can’t change their situation.

I thought about this.

I think it’s really the same as Peter telling the church to do everything they do as to God. Or that famous quote about being a great street sweeper.

Or even as the movie “Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day” put it. “It ain’t what you do, it’s the way that you do it, that’s what gets results.”

Purpose is something you have to see in what you do already.

See, nothing really is meaningless, unless you don’t do it for a reason.

Acting like you’re brain damaged, and doing things on compulsion, that’s living without a purpose.

One thing I try to do, is no matter what I’m doing, I do it intentionally.

If I’m relaxing, I do it on purpose. If I’m working, I do it on purpose. If I’m writing, I do it on purpose.

When I confront someone, I do it intentionally, I don’t just rush into a fight usually. I used to, learned the hard way it didn’t work.

Well, I can’t say it always work out even now, but that’s more on them for not wanting to try than on me, I’m always willing to find a solution.

The rough part is realizing other people would much rather let a problem fester than fix it, if fixing it would require stepping outside their behavior patterns.

C’est la vie.

There are two kinds of people in the world. Those who try to adapt themselves to a challenge, and those who find the biggest challenge is adapting themselves instead of trying to adapt others to fix their preferences.

Without exception the worst parents, teachers, and leaders I’ve known were in the second category.

The best ones were able to roll with the punches and find new solutions to issues.

And I’ve some to see it’s the same in every other area of life.

Finding your purpose, doing a good job, it’s all something you have to adapt to and do with intention.

I don’t mean you should chase after some vague goal to find your purpose. That’s not actually doing anything with what you have now. That’s the problem.

We all have tools. Heck, if you’re reading this, you at least have technology. There’s a lot you can do with what you’re holding in your hand. If you only use it to doom scroll, that’s on you.

I say this as someone who’s never had money, connections, fame, or a huge amount of charisma. I can’t claim to be popular with everyone or have the secret to winning anyone over. I can’t claim to be rich or influential to many people.

I can claim to have self respect and a sense of purpose in what I do.

I guess it’s up to my friends, students, and you if you think that’s more worth listening to than the big success stories.

I at least know my way works, for me, and for others too. That’s something.

That’s why I tell my Sunday School class, look at the people around you if you want to start serving God even as kids. It’s your siblings, your parents, your classmates, your friends who you can influence the most right now.

All of us might save someone’s life without even knowing it.

Here’s a couple things about myself I’ve learned from the many challenges I’ve dealt with:

  1. Where others take cover, I take action.
  2. When others stand aside, I stand up.
  3. Where others back off, I go for back up.
  4. When I see a problem, I find a solution.
  5. If I can help, I will.
  6. If it’s up to me to change, I would rather change than stay comfortable.
  7. When there’s nothing I can do, I try to find someone who can do something.

I mean some of these are similar to each other, but I think each thing sums up what is not the common attitude, and why that makes all the difference.

We all think we’re unique, but the real test of uniqueness is not in being quirky or creative or having taletns.

It’s what you do with that once the fire’s lit, and the die is cast, and your back’s up to the wall.

It’s when you’ll risk something to do something right.

That’s what makes you different.

Honestly, the world may not reward you for that.

Because, being rewarded by the world is not unique, it’s what everyone wants. Pursuing that won’t make you different.

Ignoring that makes you different.

Either we can conclude then, like the villain in Zootopia 2 “I don’t want to be different.”

Or we can be Judy Hopps and say that it matters more to care than to be safe or accepted.

[Can’t believe I just used a movie I don’t even like as an example. But I guess that proves I’m open minded.]

I will let you all in on a secret though.

God gives the people who will make that sacrifice the biggest tasks. Even if they seem small to us, they are the biggest ones to Him.

One has to remember that martyrdom is one of God’s highest honors, according the Bible, because it’s a rare person who can accept it.

Often, God also gives out the more flashy tasks to those people too.

I can’t pretend to predict God’s ways for any one individual, and I’m certainly not saying people shouldn’t try to achieve big goals.

I’m saying big builds off of small. So if you feel lost, start with what’s in front of you.

Like I told my friend, in church, we’re raised with those overnight success stories. God healed someone instantly, set them free of addiction in one minute, gave them money through a miraculous event, gave them a big charity in a few months.

The Bible has a bunch of miracles like that too.

So what’s wrong with us if we dont’ get that.

What gets overlooked in church often is that the Bible is also full of miracles that took up to 40, 50, or 80 years to happen. Sometimes longer.

Also that often big miracles only followed a series of small obedience steps. Even for Jesus.

And that the biggest miracles of all according to God, are saving people’s souls, which anyone can help with, even if they don’t see signs and wonders.

It’s harder to move a heart than to move a mountain.

And for every big Christian success story,there are probably hundreds more of people enduring things for a long time and doing things to fix it with God’s guidance, rather than getting the quick fix.

We just don’t like focusing on those stories, because it’s not easy.

That’s the point though. That’s normal life.

I for one prefer to think of it this way. I’d rather feel purposeful than empty.

That’s what I got for you today, folks.

See you next time, and stay honest– Natasha.

Our restraining order got denied… what a day.

So… I’ve not been sure what to write about, everything has been insane lately.

Remember how I said last year was rough? Well this year is already looking to be a close second, though, at least currently, I’m not jobless and my car is working, so two things are off the list. I hope it stays that way.

However, family drama is never far away.

My dad’s mother passed away in February, and my mom’s mother, who we live with, has steadily worsening dementia, and we just found out, her diabetes has gotten worse to the point where she now will need insulin (it was type II, before, so we thought diet would keep it under control, but it’s not working.)

Also in February or early March, my mom’s felon brother, who has been out of prison for about 6 years, but still in Texas, called up my sister and asked to speak to our grandma.

She told him, so he says, that we weren’t letting her drive (she’d just lost her license) and wouldn’t show her the letter from the DMV (we’d showed her multiple times and she said she couldn’t understand it), and weren’t taking her to medical appointments (actually Mom had just refused to take her to the doctor to ask about the DMV notice, since we’d already been to the doctor for her check up.)

So he gets on the phone with my mom, (who he once knocked unconscious as a young adult, and did many other horrible things to her before that), and begins cussing her out, calling her names I can’t write and threatening to come and evict us from the house, that he does not own, if we don’t give him proof we’ve been taking care of our grandma. Namely the DMV notice about her losing her licence.

I did some digging today, and found out both him threatening to evict us and demanding that confidential document, (which is considered confidential by our state because it involves mental and physical health), are illegal activities.

Especially since our grandma does not want us to move out, despite what he claims. We’ve asked her and she says it’s fine for us to live here–and we’re now taking care of her 24/7 bent the four of us. Making sure she takes her meds, gets to the doctor, gets exercise (when we can), gets food since she wont eat anything but snacks if we don’t cook for her and persuade her to eat, and also making sure she gets to visit our aunt, her only other family in our state.

Oh, and we’re helping pay for her bills. And now her car, that she can’t even legally drive anymore.

And my mom is doing all her finances, since she can’t remember how to do it herself now.

My uncle accused us of neglecting her. Him, the deadbeat son who pity pleaded our grandma into giving him her trailer and truck, for free. And has always mooched off her. Also who has hit her in the past, which I only found out in the last month.

Yes, sure he’s so worried about her safety.

Our aunt, who he’s also been violent too, says she feels sorry since our grandma is his last person who actually cared about him–but even our grandma doesn’t want him to visit, since she thinks he’s better off in Texas, and honestly, he stresses her out, and now that she has dementia, any stress really shuts her down.

Now, that, and he’s a convicted felon for…get this, pedophilia, and for assaulting someone who tried to stop him from dating their under-aged daughter…not the first time he was violent with people outside the family too.

Somehow, he avoided jail time in our state for many offenses, but leave it to Texas to finally call someone out on their bull crap. He was in prison for decades, and it was totally deserved.

That being said, you’d think that my mom filing a restraining order on him would be seen as way overdue by our judges.

Nope.

A judge today, somehow, looked at this convicted felon/abuser/pedophile, and then looked my mom in the face and told her she thought we were “biased against him” and that him cussing not only my mom, but also me and my sister out, over the phone–which she had a recording of that she played in court– was just showing his “humanity” because he cared about my grandmother.

And yes my mom submitted statements that he’d abused my grandmother in the past.

. . .

The judge threw out the recording of the threats as evidence because she told me since I didn’t ask for his consent to record him, it was illegal.

We live in one of the three states where that’s illegal, which I didn’t realize. Almost any other state, we could have nailed him with that.

And even in our stupid state, it’s not always illegal. I looked it up. There is an exception clause, which is if there was extortion, threats, or violence, the court can rule it was justifiable. Especially if the person knew there were other people watching or listening, which, as I told him we were there, he did know.

Since he was trying to extort confidential documents from us, by threat to come and throw us out of the house, that I repeat, he does not own, yes, he was extorting us.

So, had the court chosen to use the exception clause, I was totally valid in recording him. But the problem is, it’s a matter of interpretation of the court for that clause, so while they can choose to recognize it, they don’t have to.

My mom had already submitted a transcript for the conversation, so I don’t even know why the judge used the recording, since we were told it couldn’t be submitted.

I don’t know how after hearing it though, and reading the transcript, where he clearly extorted us, and hearing my answer that I recorded him because I thought he was threatening us– she could conclude that I was the one violating the law.

Then my uncle accused me of snatching the phone away from my grandma (which didn’t happen, I asked for it and she gave it to me) and the judge looked at me and said “because that’s elder abuse.”

I wanted to scream at her.

I told her, rightly, that I didn’t remember snatching the phone away, only him asking to speak to my mom and me giving it to her.

My sister confirmed that I didn’t do it.

And, I thought…with his history of using my grandma, how is taking the phone possibly more elder abuse than his actions anyway? Even if I had done it, which I didn’t.

But she didn’t ask me to explain what happened.

Instead, she asked me if I drove my Grandma’s car, which we’re making payments on.

And yes, she knew my grandma cant’t drive it anymore.

I said I had never driven it, which I never have. Neither me nor my sister have, only my mom used it a few times to take my Grandma to appointments, which is a service to her since she has a hard time driving.

We all have our own cars we use for our needs, but the judge never asked us that question.

She asked if I pay rent, I don’t.

My grandma doesn’t pay for their house either, she has a reverse mortgage because of other family members who left her in debt thanks to not telling her their medical expenses. We’re the only ones who’ve ever lived with her (other than my aunt maybe), who’ve cleaned, cooked, and helped her pay for stuff. We don’t even pay rent, but we pay for other stuff and earn our keep. We cleaned her house, maintained her yard, and took care of her dog before it had to get put down.

We do everything for her now.

Even if we were using her car for ourselves, which we aren’t, it might be considered fair trade for doing all the other things we do.

Does the judge ask this? No.

My uncle had accused us of elder abuse, and clearly, she was looking for ways to make him right. She didn’t ask for more details about how we take care of our grandma, though my mom submitted proof that we do take her to appointments.

Nothing.

She then dismissed the case, and denied us our restraining order.

Also she wanted my uncle to record any future conversations with us to “protect himself.”

Yes… she told the felon to protect himself from the 3 law abiding citizens. Two of us haven’t even had a parking ticket, let alone any misdemeanor.

And we’re all women, and he’s a violent, older man with a criminal record of using guns on innocent people.

Who currently is off parole, meaning he can drive out here, and bring a gun.

But hey, why bother with those little minor details? She wasn’t even willing to look at that part of the story, my mom said.

I’m…amazed as this jduge.

Even if she threw out the case as not having enough evidence, which for a domestic abuse charge, was possible, she could have warned my uncle to avoid any future misdemeanors because of his actions. She could have made it less obvious she didn’t believe us… she could have, I don’t know, at least asked if he’d sign a non-official agreement to give us space, which she did with a different case about a restraining order that day.

She did none of that.

She basically gave him a free pass to keep calling my grandma, who won’t even take his calls, and that’s not because of us. She wasn’t doing it before this whole debacle happened. She only even talked to him at all be my sister put her on.

And this is how he thanked us. By cussing us all out and threatening to evict us.

I repeat, it’s illegal to threaten that and use it to extort information out of people, when you don’t own the house they live in. Even if my grandma wanted us out, the local sheriff would be responsible, not my uncle.

The stupidity of this judge is something else.

And the worst of it is, if he does come out here, it will be her fault.

Of course, we’ll press charges if he does anything, but if he hurt one of us before that, I would find that a tough thing to forgive our court system for.

And I’m sure you, the reader, will think we have more than enough reason to be worried about it based on his history. But somehow, the judge, who hears this crap every day, doesn’t think so.

Only in a blue state, am I right?

Some silver lining, I suppose, is that this is the first time anyone in my family ever went this far to stop my uncle. He’s never faced any consequences for anything. My grandma basically even covered for him in the past.

She doesn’t approve of his behavior, but she doesn’t punish it.

Now he knows that we will document and report his behavior, so even if he technically got away with it this time, he shouldn’t risk pissing us off again. Next time, we’ll be more ready for it.

Also, I highly doubt even a judge in this state would let him go after a second offense, if there was already a restraining order request on file.

It’s still idiotic he was let off the hook this time at all, given all the reasons to rule in our favor, but it does make a statement to him.

While he’s no doubt not going to stop trying to harass us in some way, he probably will be more careful.

And I doubt he’ll show up here in person. If he does, he’ll have to behave.

We do have a cop who lives next door, and security cameras, now, so if he does anything to us, people will know. We’ve told the cop about our situation, and our other neighbors, so if they hear screaming or yelling or anything, they will know the reason for it. My family is pretty quiet, so that would be very weird for us and would be bound to draw attention.

We do have a case number with the police as well, in case he repeats this behavior.

Even with that, we don’t feel perfectly safe, but if he does anything to us, he will go either back to jail, or at least, back into being no-contact.

Still, I really wanted him to get officially punished, because I told him on the phone, that I didn’t like how he talked to my mother, and he cursed me out for that and then her again.

And seeing the near breakdown both my mom and my sister had after that conversation was enough to piss me off.

I’m not normally the type to retaliate against people, but when you mess with my family’s safety, you get my wrath.

I’ve learned to be tough because of crap like this.

My uncle is worse than my dad, my dad at least kept his distance after a while without us having to resort to the legal system. And my dad only ever threatened to hurt me badly, he never actually hurt me that bad. He didn’t threaten mu mom at least, though he did yell at her.

He could have been worse, I now see…but that doesn’t make his behavior okay. Less bad is still bad.

He’s been civil to us though, for a while now, and we occasionally still talk, though it’s only for emergencies now.

My uncle is another story. He’s always been a bully.

His father was one too, but that is no excuse. I don’t bully people, though I was treated the way I was by my dad.

And even if my uncle could claim he has issues because of his dad, that in no way means he can’t control himself about cursing out woman and hitting them till they get knocked unconscious. There’s a clear line between anger issues, and domestic violence.

I don’t justify having anger issues anyway. I had anger problems too, but I worked through them to become self controlled. It wasn’t easy at first since I grew up with an angry, out of control person, but I kept trying and with a lot of prayer, and some good advice, I got myself in check.

So it’s not like you can’t choose to be better than your parents.

My uncle is just a bad person, and always has been. He uses everyone around him, but he can play the sad, lonely son when he needs to, which he did, for the court.

I find it unbelievable that the judges, who see abuse all the time, can fall for this garbage, but I know it works a lot more times than it should.

I know judges aren’t always fair, but it seemed so clear cut in this case, we thought no one could miss it.

We could appeal, but appeals rarely ever work in cases like this. We’d need more evidence.

We’re hoping now that we won’t need it. It may be, now that he knows we’ll do it, he won’t risk it. Depends on how rational he is now. No one who knows him is very sure of it, which doesn’t fill me with confidence.

But I would like to think, even if he’s stupid, he won’t want to go back to jail when he’s already in his 60s.

Maybe that’s why the judge feels sorry for him, because he’s too old, and she thinks he’s not a threat… but anyone with a weapon could still be a threat.

My sisters and I are pretty smart about not putting ourselves in dangerous situations, but we can’t always be around and we’re not strong enough to fight him off. Even if he didn’t have a weapon. My dad was older too when he hit me, but I could still tell he was more than strong enough to kill me if he wanted to.

You know, not to be that woman, but I wonder if men really realize what it’s like to be a woman and know that every man you know, almost, could kill you easily if he wanted to.

Men, they have range, you know. They might meet maybe 50% or more of other men who could kill them with their bare hands, number might be higher to lower depending on the man’s fighting skills and size and strength.

Women, we have chances of overcoming less than 1% of men. They’d have to be disabled, unusually weak, or we’d have to be much taller and stronger than the average woman.

My sister is pretty tall and strong for a woman, she might be able to beat a shrimpy guy, but any normal sized guy, she’d still be too weak.

I’m glad not all men want to hurt women, but I think more men should understand that we can never be sure of that until we know the guy well.

Even then, my dad would act normal to other people, and only show that violent, scary side to us, to people who could escape him. My uncle was similar, though sometimes that side came out even around outsiders, as I said.

That’s the scary part. You don’t know a man till he’s had you at his mercy.

I’d urge other women to pay attention to how men act when they have you at their mercy or in their debt in any way, even if it’s not physical danger.

Not every man will beat you up, of course…but every man who bullies you in one area, will in another, in my experience.

If a man never bullies you, then you can be pretty sure he’s safe.

It’s all about power. Even verbal manipulation is a form of power, so it’s a turn off to me when men do that, even if I think they wouldn’t take it to the next level–because, then how can you know? It started off verbal with my dad, and then it got worse…because if you don’t stop it early, they will push your limits till they cross over a line.

Then they always act surprised when you snap. He always did.

He even told my aunt he thought we’d always let him get away with that stuff, before we kicked him out.

I come off, I’m told, as intimidating. As harsh, sometimes. As combative (not always that one, but sometimes.)

I look at my life, and I want to ask people… what do you expect?

I am not a mean person. I’m actually usually very considerate, and polite, and I try to be kind and generous also.

Yet, people don’t like to get close to me. One woman said I give the impression that I let people get away with stuff to a certain point, but then I don’t. Which is accurate.

No guy around us ever messes with me, or my sisters.

And I know it’s because of me, because sometimes people say things to that effect. They just know, you don’t mess with Natasha’s family.

I get messed with, I get mistreated by people, because I take it more for myself then I do for my family…but no one messes with them, usually.

I think I go too far, honestly, defending them.

But no one defended me when I was being pushed around, abused, and neglected, by my family.

Or picked on by other people, over and over again, because I didn’t know how to stop it.

I was always a fighter, but I didn’t have the tools to fight back enough to get it to end.

I felt like today, maybe I should have been more prepared.

But once I looked up the law on it, I realized the judge really was in the wrong. Sure, some of it was up to her discretion… but she had plenty of reason to use that exception clause, she chose not to, and to suspect us, the people who documented everything, of elder abuse.

And my uncle, who couldn’t bother to follow through on calling his mom in as a witness, she chose to believe was the one telling the truth.

Unbelievable.

She even admitted that maybe, she could accept the stories my mom told about this happened, but…it wasn’t enough.

See, you have to wonder.

It’s not like we’re trying to send him to jail. I might understand hesitating to send someone to jail without enough hard evidence.

But just to keep him from harassing us further? And his mother, who is not able to even appear at court since she can’t understand the proceedings of it anymore? Like… he already lives in another state, is it really going that far to stop him from visiting us?

It’s not like she’s ruining his life, here, if she takes our side.

That’s what boggles my mind. There’s nothing to lose on his part, except the right to talk to his mother, who doesn’t want to talk to him and doesn’t take his calls, so nothing changes for him.

It’s just him being mad that he’s being told no. It’s not about real change happening.

And though we told our grandma what happened, and added his number to her contacts, he’d already changed his number since the last time he called her, so who knows how long that will last?

He’ll probably blame us for her not answering, but we never stopped her from doing it. Until he threatened us, we never took any steps to stop him at all, other than to stop him from moving in with us while my sister was still a minor and he was a convicted pedophile… which I think was kind of well within my mom’s rights to be worried about.

The judge seems to think we’re taking advantage of our grandma by taking care of her. My grandma can’t afford in-home care, we’re her best option right now.

We hope maybe to get some kind of care for her if she gets any worse, since it might be beyond our abilities, but even then we’d have to do it for her, she wouldn’t do it herself.

In fact, she’d be dead if we didn’t live here, because we help her eat right and she would have died from blood sugar problems by now if we hadn’t taken the steps we did last year to start controlling her diet and medication more.

My uncle, if he came here and kicked us out, like he threatened, would not take care of her. He’s never taken care of anyone. She’d die for sure.

If the judge were to approve of that, she’d be responsible for that death.

Luckily, that’s very unlikely to happen. That’s a different court hearing, and I doubt he’d win that tone. We’re planning to document stuff more so he won’t have the slightest chance of it, but, we shouldn’t even have to do that. The whole thing was so stupid.

I wish we could do something else, but we can’t, right now anyway. Can’t even afford a lawyer.

Or finances are very tight, we’re still paying off car repairs, and other debt. Most of which we only went into because we had no choice. We live simply, and even then, expenses pop up that we can’t predict, like new health concerns for our grandma, or new car repairs. Also my dad just ended up in the hospital after falling off a ladder, meaning he can’t send my mom his support checks for a few months at least.

So…great.

Seems like whenever we plan to try to get ahead, something else happens.

We’re still praying and hoping for a way forward. At least, we’re not down yet, even if we’ve taken a lot of hits.

Well, that’s it for now. Stay honest–Natasha

Insight from Customer Service

Just here to drop this thought:

I’ve started working at an elderly living home, just in the dining room.

So far, it’s been going well, fingers crossed it stays that way. The residents like me, and my co-workers aren’t nightmares.

One thing I’ve realized, and this isn’t a new thought for m,e but it’s always reinforced by new experiences: People are the same.

Doesn’t matter how old you are, or how young.

People just want to be treated like they’re important, like they matter.

Elderly people are often crabby and unhappy… it can be annoying, but I can see why. They’re losing mobility, mental clarity, health… and friends and family.

It must be hard to be cheerful knowing that your usefulness in life is coming to a close, and much fewer people care about you when you’re not useful anymore.

I also work with children and youth often, and just last night I was having a conversation with some teens at my youth group.

I won’t go into the details, but they actually were listening to me, not because I was smart, but because I spoke to them like they were real people, like I could see theirs die, even though I didn’t always agree.

I personally hate getting written off as “too young” by people, though now that I’m getting close to 30, it won’t be a problem for much longer.

Yet, I’m mostly the same person I was at 15 that I am now, I’ve refined my style, and become more patient, more experienced with some things, but my values are the same, and so are my interests. My beliefs haven’t changed.

Essentially, I was who I was at 15, just as much as I would be at 30.

Things aren’t so complicated as we make them out to be.

I’ve never met any kid who totally changed as they aged, they might become more shy, or more bold, but part of who they are is always the same. They still wanted to be cared about.

My dad’s mom just passed away, and she was the same person, in many ways, at 90 that she was at 30.

When you work with people, you realize the key to service is caring about everyone, not to the point where you’re obsessed with people pleasing, but to see them as people with needs and wants and who could use a little more happiness in their day to day lives.

No matter who we are, we can provide that for someone else. It’s what makes the world run… All the cruel people who run our systems, and exploit everyone under them, they don’t hold the world up. They could never keep it going if not for the kind people who still go out of their way to do good.

Which is why every culture that eliminates good people collapses within 50 years. usually less.

The world will deny it, but, kind people are essential.

And if we treated each other like other people who have problems, just like we do in our own lives, and thought about that instead of brushing it off as unimportant when we’re in pain… well, we’d be a lot kinder.

It’s not a new thought. It’s not really a profound thought. It’s just true.

I can’t say anything new, as the quote goes, everything worth saying has been said (or something like that)

But I also think you can never hear (or read) this too many times. We all need the reminder everyday to focus on being kind and compassionate.

So that’s all I got today, folks, stay honest– Natasha.

My billboard would say…

Daily writing prompt
If you had a freeway billboard, what would it say?

I couldn’t choose, probably.

One thing I always tell people is

“There is no going back, only going forward.”

I think that would probably be a pretty funny sign, would make people roll their eyes unless they appreciated my sense of humor, but hey, what else do we do with billboards anyway?

Do I think more about the future or the past?

Daily writing prompt
Do you spend more time thinking about the future or the past? Why?

Right now the future.

I’m glad I don’t live in the past, though it still sometimes bothers me, but it also inspires me.

I wish I could live more in the present, but, overall, like most people, I think of what’s coming.

I try not to let it consume me, but we have to make some plans, or there really is no way to go forward in life.

I do also try to keep in mind that we only have the here and now to show kindness and love to people. All our good actions happen in the present, unless they are ones that take planning and execution.

We need both really. Anyone who is realistic will admit that.

–Natasha

What is the greatest gift someone could give me?

Daily writing prompt
What is the greatest gift someone could give you?

Money.

Just kidding.

I think it’s unconditional love. I know it’s a cliche, but it’s so hard to find true love.

I have trust issues, so it’s hard for me to believe people love me. Love has also been used against me many times, and denied to me when I needed it most.

But even after all that, I still believe it exists, and I probably am more loved than I realize I am. We tend to filter out the positive when we have trauma.

Though, just saying, if someone wanted to show me unconditional love by paying all my expenses, I would be down for that.

What was your response?

–Natasha.