slavegirljoy
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Joined: 11/6/2006 From: North Carolina, USA Status: offline
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i understand what you're talking about. As a little girl of 7, 8, 9, and up to about 12 years old, the only thing that frightened me and the scariest place in the world to me was being inside my own house with my own family. As a little girl, i felt safer and better when i was outside, alone, in the dark, at the school, in the backyard, or walking through the neighborhood, than i did being in my house with my family. i would stay as far away from that place and those people for as long as i could. And, when i did have to be there, i would hide as much as i could, under a bed or in a closet or in the garage. All i could think about day in and day out was that, as long as i could make it until i was old enough to leave, for good, i would be okay. i learned to hide a lot. i learned to keep quiet, a lot. i learned to take care of myself very early in life so i that i wouldn't have to rely on anyone else or have to ask anyone for anything. i learned how to turn to friends and their families to help me get through. And, i learned to rely on Jesus to stay with me and protect me. i know what it means to feel all alone in the world, even when you live in a 3 bedroom house with 8 other humans, who have the same last name as yours but, who seem to be total strangers and even enemies. i know what it feels like to not know from one day to the next if i will live or die, if i will have a home or not or, if i will ever be loved. i know how it feels to not know the warmth and comfort of my mother's arms, ever. i know how it feels to fear my father and yet depend so deeply on him. i know how it feels to think that my life is a waste and everyone would be better off if i had never been born and to look for some way to end it, at 12 years old. There were so many times in my first 18 years that i could have and, maybe should have, ended up in jail or dead but, i didn't. i figured out how to stay alive and out of jail. There were times when i thought i would never see 20 but, i did. i survived. i had made it through a rough start in life and i was out on my own and making my life what i wanted it to be and i never went back to that scary place. Something inside of me had told me, all through my childhood that, if i could just survive until i was able to get out on my own, i could have a better life, i deserved a better life, and i could make a better life for myself. i found positive ways to survive a very scary and hurtful childhood. i found that i had the ability to choose to not take part in the chaos and hostility that was a regular part of my home life. i could choose to remove myself from that mess and go to the library or go to a friend's house or to a girl scout meeting or go sit up in the big oak tree in my back yard. i could choose to read books about other places and other people and other ways of living. i could choose to pray for what i needed to make it through. i learned that having an empty stomach isn't the worst thing in the world and that i can get by on crackers and water for a few days and it won't hurt me. i believed that i could make my life different and better by getting away, as soon as i was old enough and never going back to that hurtful place and by making better choices for myself than my family had made. i didn't choose to steal, although i was tempted a few times. i collected coke bottles and turned them in for the nickle deposits to get money and started babysitting at age 11 and working a part time job at 14 and i didn't have to lie or cheat or hurt others to get by. i learned how to protect myself and how to rely on myself to survive. i learned how to stay away from people who seemed to be harmful to me and how to get away from anything that didn't feel right to me. i chose to join the Army and get as far away from a hurtful family as i could and make a decent life for myself. i didn't say there is always more than one choice in every situation, just that there is usually more than one. And, i said that i wouldn't necessarily condemn anyone for deciding to resort to a negative or hurtful choice, in order to survive but, i wouldn't really admire them either. i'm not saying i would never do the same thing, given the same set of circumstances that someone else is faced with. i said that you never know how you will handle a situation until you are in it yourself. But, i wouldn't consider it an admirable act to survive by causing someone else pain and hardship. i know i wouldn't admire myself, if did that. But, i understand that people do what they feel they need to do to survive. i just don't think that merely surviving, by any means possible, including destructive and hurtful means, should automatically be considered admirable. Survival, in and of itself, by any means, isn't necessarily admirable. If that were the case, then no one would put "women and children, first." It would always be "every man for himself and screw the rest." i know i am strong and capable of surviving a lot of hardships now because of what i faced early in life and, i also know that there are others who have had it far worse than i have. But, i don't dwell on that part of my life and i don't expect anyone to admire me for living through a pretty bad childhood and making it through some other bad stuff as an adult. i just use what i learn along the way to help me deal with my life now. i have some issues still and i have learned to adapt to them. For instance, i don't do well with chaos and uncertainty and an unpredictable daily life. So, i looked for, and found, a Master who would provide me with a place where i can feel safe and sure in knowing that there is only one person in charge, only one who makes the final decisions, only one who sets the rules and all i have to do is whatever He says. It's what works for me and He likes me doing whatever He says. slave joyOwned property of Master David quote:
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ORIGINAL: slavegirljoy Some people survive by stealing, by lying, by cheating, by conniving, by manipulating, by hurting or killing. If that's what some people decide is necessary for them to do to survive, is that something to be admired? If stealing meant that they had enough food to stay alive another day? If lying meant they had a chance to not be beat black and blue, on top of bruises that were only half healed from the last beating? If hurting or killing (the perpetrator) got them out of the situation? Yes, all that would be something to admire, because it helped them to live another day, to survive (physically) long enough to get them to a time when they could get out of that abusive and/or life threatening situation. quote:
But, i do believe that there is usually more than one choice available in most situations and to choose a negative and hurtful choice over a positive and constructive one, in order to survive, is not what i would consider an admirable quality. Sometimes, there is no choice. A child who is being starved by the very parents who are supposed to care for them, who went to teacher after principal after babysitter after priest, and gets no help from anybody, has no other choice. For that child, life is only pain, suffering, endless agony. Unless they steal food and money to get some candy or bread or fruit to make it another day. Unless they lie, knowing that if the lie is found out, they will be beat at least twice. But also knowing that the rate of their parents at sussing out the lie is only 50%, and if they 'fess to the 'crime' they will get beat at least once anyways. Which is worse? Lying, stealing, selling themselves, or dying? And if the option is dying, well, the human body is a lot harder to kill than people think. No matter how hard somebody might want to die. In my experience, people who believe there are more than one choice to any given obstical (and not all choices being worse, worser and worst), have never been put in a position where the only choices were to submit to torture and death, or lie, cheat, steal, and worse.
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