Showing posts with label religion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label religion. Show all posts

Sunday, May 12, 2013

Culture crippled by religion – Failing to respond to sex crimes and other horrors



Trigger Warning: This post discusses issues around abductions, sexual abuse and sexual trauma.

I have not been a victim of violent assault. I am not a victim of prolonged physical, sexual abuse. I have never been abducted or held captive for extended periods of time. I am not writing from a position of authority or experience. BUT I have known and cared about some people that have experienced these things and I know how hard it can be for them to self-advocate at all let alone publicly around issues associated with that kind of trauma. So maybe I am one of the last people that should be writing about this, however, I don’t see many others doing it so I’m going to give it a shot.

This last week has been a rough one for the empathetic idealists among us, and more so for those that have been the victims of abductions, victims of sexual and physical abuse and trauma- in particular for those that have endured prolonged captivity and abuse. First there was the exploitation of Elizabeth Smart in an article that appeared to celebrate her. It wasn’t a traumatic discussion it was a good one but it re-surfaced some hard issues. After the Smart article stirred things up, it was followed closely by media frenzy around the recovery of the three abduction victims in Ohio – complete with horrific details paraded in front of the tragedy-hungry and blissfully ignorant public, and of course no trigger warnings anywhere,

Report after report highlighted how the recovered women will need privacy (while filming them in front of their homes as they walk through swarming crowds) and they will need therapy. What therapy? What is there for these women to help them cope with 10 years of abusive captivity? Very little. PTSD is finally getting some serious attention and acceptance in our social awareness – in large part due to the undeniable impact of wars on our soldiers. Consequently the mental health industry is finally giving PTSD more serious attention, but what these women are going to be dealing with is something deeper and more profound. It’s called Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder or C-PTSD. There are no real treatments for this. The American Psychiatric Association (APA) still hasn’t added it to the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (DSM-5) - but I'm adding several links later. We are failing these victims and we are failing to do even a small amount of what we could be to protect the next potential victims from the next sexual predators. Why? Why haven’t we made more progress in the prevention of these tragedies? Why haven’t we developed better treatments for those that face a life, after?How could we when we can’t even talk about it- at least not in a productive way. 
 
The media hounds the victims while quoting their requests for privacy? Where are the statistics and the analysis how people come to be predators? Where are the hotlines and the recovery programs?  Why do we hear so little about what can be done to prevent these things from happening? We seem content to assume that these things just happen and you can’t predict where/when. Why aren’t we teaching our kids, hell, ourselves about the who/what/why/how of these events? What are we trying to protect ourselves from? As usual it’s reality. We don’t like the reality – but here’s some reality:

There are very few good statistics on this. The department of justice report that produced the statics that seem to be the only ones that you can find is from the late 90’s!  Seriously? We haven’t been tracking this stuff better than that? But let’s work with what we’ve got.

 - 115 children (17 and younger – there are no statistics that I can find anywhere on adult abductions) were ‘stereotypically’ kidnapped in one year. By ‘stereotypical kidnapping’ they mean “the particular type of nonfamily abduction that receives the most media attention and involves a stranger or slight acquaintance who detains the child overnight, transports the child at least 50 miles, holds the child for ransom, abducts the child with intent to keep the child permanently, or kills the child.” About half of these children were sexually abused and many of them for extended periods of time, and about 40% of them were killed.

That’s rare, truly, but it’s not as rare as I would have thought considering I only can think of a dozen or so off the top of my head that I have known of in my lifetime. I’m 36 meaning that it is likely that some 4,000 such abductions have probably happened while I’ve been alive, and that’s assuming we have good estimates on this which is doubtful.

Here’s another from that same report:  

A much large number of children, about 58,000, were taken that year for shorter periods of time, mostly by people they knew but not relatives. In those cases, nearly half were sexually assaulted; fewer than 1% were killed. Nearly two-thirds were girls, mostly teens. These are shorter experiences but once again sexual abuse occurred in about half the instances.

These are relatively rare events, we think, but they aren’t as rare as most Americans would like to believe and there are more than a million survivors of these types of abductions and abuse living and trying to cope with the aftermath today. Sadly there aren’t as many survivors as there should be, suicide is a very common occurrence among those dealing with PTSD and even more so for those dealing with C-PTSD. 

So… where does that leave us? I’m not a fear monger. I’m not trying to scare anyone. I just want us to face squarely the reality of the situation we are dealing with. I don’t know about you but as far as I’m concerned, these are startling numbers – to know that some 30,000 children are being abducted, held and sexually abused every year – the simple weight of that suffering is overwhelming – and this is just in the United States!

Why? What has prevented us from addressing this better? Why hasn’t the per-capita numbers improved significantly over the years? How can we begin to deal with it if we can’t even talk about it?

Let’s start with the perpetrators. The paradigm we seem to have is that these ‘rare’ events are the result of a very few aberrations of humanity. That these predators are so far removed from the ‘norm’ and uncommon that there is nothing to do but teach our kids not to accept candy from strangers and hope for the best. How can we dismiss the fact that these predators are a part of the spectrum of humanity? Why do we refuse to consider them as such – we don’t like to, we aren’t like that, sure. It’s uncomfortable to consider them as ‘one of us’ but that doesn’t make it any less so. I don’t think that discomfort is the real core of the problem, however. I think the real blame lies at the paradigm we have had over the centuries about the ‘souls’ of mankind. That’s right –I’m pointing, once again, at religion. I can't lay this totally at the steps of our nation's churches but our 'natural' tendency to categorize and dismiss 'others' is fully capitalized on and feed on it, perpetuate it, encourage it. We have only just now started to really face the fact that we are biological machines. We ARE our bodies, the stuff of our ‘self’ is our brains and our hormones but the pervasive sense of ‘spirit’ makes this a difficult truth to accept. Couple that with dogma about ‘good’ and ‘evil’ mix in the ‘being made in God’s image’ bit and you have a very large population that still has a really hard time dealing with the idea that this is a medical, biological phenomena that can be studied, understood, probably screened for and treated. Imagine preventative medical screenings to find these sicknesses and treat or at least defend against them! These predators only are able to do what they do in the shadows our society creates for them. We don’t what to think of them as our neighbors, our family, but they are and we need to be willing to talk about it frankly, scientifically and rationally – if we are going to make any progress about fixing it.

Secondly – the survivors. We need to get serious about researching and understanding the mechanisms of trauma, of re-trauma and find some real treatments. The outlook for someone with PTSD is a hard one, for someone with C-PTSD it is rather bleak, indeed. There are some resources, but they are few and far between – I link some below. We have a long way to go and it’s not praying or the healing power of Jesus that’s going to do it. We need to invest in mental health science and we need to accept these people, mostly women, as the real and human people that they are. We need medicines that can interrupt the adrenaline/trauma experience without wiping out a person’s ability to react to the world. We need behavior therapy that doesn’t involve re-traumatizing the patients. We can do better. One thing we can do right now is to start making trigger warnings at least as important to us as warnings about ‘foul’ language or the harmless, healthy discussions of sexuality that we are hyper-attentive to. If we are going to discuss the details of an abuse case in the news – let’s not re-traumatize millions of people unnecessarily. Trigger warnings on the screen would be easy as a news ticker or a channel logo.

Finally – the rest of us.  We need to accept the reality of the spectrum of human sexuality without taboo and disdain. We HAVE to be able to talk about it. We HAVE to have comprehensive sexual education. We MUST bring sexuality out of the social shadows and into the open air. We have to be able to see our sexuality for what it is, a force that can be wonderful and it can also be scary but either way it …is….powerful and a central driving force in almost everyone’s life. The more clear and reasonable we can be when we talk to our children (and each other) about it, the better we will all be – the faster we will be able to move into an era where we can heal all bullshit that comes from having a religiously motivated fear and disgust of the topic - all the damage that the idea of ‘normal’ has done to us and our children. 

If we keep treating this like someone else's problem the solution will remain as invisible as they have been. 

links to C-PTSD reserach:


links to online resources groups/help for C-PTSD:

 

Friday, November 2, 2012

Reconstructed and delusional thought histories



I don’t know why I assume that everyone has had an experience of marveling at the peculiarly of where they are, who they are, and what they perceive their lives to be. I have had dozens of them. A sense of surprise and wonder around a momentary awareness of my world – a world built, decision by decision, by me but still almost foreign and strange. “How did I get to be here, doing this?” I assume everyone has had a similar experience entirely without any good justification for that assumption.

“I’m a nice guy, a good guy.”
“I’m a flawed but moral person, a disciple of Christ.”
“I want to be ethical.”
“I want to be an ethical advocate for informed compassion.”

I have thought of it in different ways over the years. I don’t know where this need comes from. If I am honest, it’s as much about being able to feel good about me as it is about empathy and compassion for others but, just as honestly, I feel that is shifting more and more to the space of real altruism.

This need has pushed and pulled me through different worlds and spheres in my life. Pushed and pulled against other urges and desires. The tempest of life – influences, desires, ideas spinning around us clutching at our ‘hearts’, minds, hungers. We are tossed and drawn, gently and violently, imperceptibly, joyfully, painfully from one understanding to another. We learn and we unlearn. We grow and we regress. Through it all, if we are thoughtful, we hope that we are making some sort of progress – whatever that can possibly mean.

As a boy I wanted to be nice and gentle and caring to the only people in this world that mattered to me, women, and I was. I was gentle and caring but insincere and inauthentic. I wanted their attraction and affection and eventually I learned how to get it. I sincerely wanted to be good to them, but I didn’t learn how to be sincere with them and so I hurt people and I hated myself and fled from myself and my world to the Navy.

I fled myself and went spiritually adrift. It wasn’t long before I found a fix for myself, in the form of a good woman and a world of simple moral absolutes. I took refuge on that island for a long, long time. Taking the calmness of the lagoon as all I needed. I wasn’t living; I was protected from living, from navigating the tempest that is life furiously churning just beyond the breakwaters made of religious dogma. Once I realized that, and I realized there was deep suffering that I was ignoring and contributing to by being on that island, I had to leave, and I had to leave alone.

I built a raft with sticks of my own budding ideas and twigs from Hitchens and Harris and I bound it all together with intellectual curiosity. My tiny sail was fashioned from offended sensibilities. Then I headed out, back into the storm, and waves. I think that I will make similar mistakes as those that sent me into the arms of the Navy and of religion but I am self aware in a way I never have been. I am world-aware in a way that I never have been. I have maps. I am adding to my vessel, slowly, and I hope that I will eventually find a good rudder, maybe even an anchor but for now I am content to know that I am sailing.

Sunday, December 4, 2011

Religion didn't destroy my marriage, but it played a big part.

I received word that my divorce is finalized. We filed in September which is when I went incommunicado on the Blog, on Facebook, everything. I wanted some time for reflection. I’m not sure that I reflected enough but I need to get back to writing and I guess it’s time to write about this.

-Breathe-

Okay…

Towards the end of 2008 I found it increasingly difficult to endure the cognitive and ethical dissonance that occurred as a result of my faith in the LDS church. This was something that had been building for a while with the usual uneasiness of reading certain bible stories to my children, and so on. Those discomforts were punctuated by my deep discomfort with the bigotry I heard preached from the pulpit in support of Proposition 102 (Arizona’s version of the higher profile Prop 8 being voted on in California at the same time). I found it impossible to accept the position of the 'Prophet' on this and once you start questioning the legitimacy of the Prophet, it's hard to keep the house of cards still standing. I tried to wrestle with my doubts privately for months but it was soon clear that this was going to be a bigger process than I thought and it was time to include my wife*. Midway through 2009, I let her know that I was having a major crisis of faith. It was a struggle for us from the beginning. For those who aren’t intimately familiar with the doctrines and culture of the Mormon Church, it may be hard to understand how deeply emotional and profoundly, eternally consequential this struggle would have been—but understand that there are few things that could pose a greater threat.

For many months, while I worked on resolving my doubts, she worked on reconciling herself with the fundamental change she thought she saw happening in her life-partner, praying for it to go back to how it was supposed to be. We had inspirational and terrifying discussions. We went to counseling. We dug deep into the foundations of our relationship and found that without the church we were one very shaky ground. Crucial issues like trust, acceptance, worth and equality, security, value systems, joined our now-divergent worldviews as sources of conflict instead of unity. Most of these issues existed before my departure from the faith, and I'm sad to say some were deeply aggravated by it. I can't lay all of that exclusively at the feet of the religion. I can however, say with certainty that had religion not established itself as the true source of ethics and morality that issues like trust and acceptance might not increased as issues we had to work through.

We spent well over a year working through those conflicts as more and more were exposed. I worked with the Bishop and others to reclaim my faith. I went to individual counseling. I finally asked to be released as Elders Quorum President and stopped going to church altogether sometime early to mid 2010. Angelica* and I worked at it for several more months after that. Finally we separated early this year.

In the end we didn’t come to the same conclusion about what the consequences were for issues we faced. I was the one that finally decided that we needed to end it. Angelica disagreed with me; I think she still does, but I wasn’t the first to give up on us—just the first to stick to the decision. I had spent tears on the other side of that threat plenty during the months prior.

One of the things I had to relearn was something that we both knew from the beginning; we even talked about it when we got engaged. It is this: Love isn’t the most important part in making a marriage work—it’s not even the second most important part—and love can’t keep you together by itself. More than love, you need (1) commitment and (2) some key compatibilities for a marriage to survive the storms of life. “Love” comes in as item (3). Perhaps number 4, now that I think about it, maybe even 5…anyway…I also realized later that those are all completely independent of each other. They barely even inform or motivate each other.

The new, hard lesson was the other side of that truth which is this: Love isn’t the most important part of making a marriage work and love alone can’t save one that won’t work. Sometimes it just doesn’t work out, period. Not even between to loving, compassionate, beautiful people. Not even when those people really want it to.  

So yes, my apostasy was a milestone and a central issue in the ending of my marriage and yes the deep, conflicting feelings we had on the issue of religion would have been an ongoing source of major conflict (especially with regard to our children) and yes, that played a large part in my decision. But, if you ask me, the greater damage that religion did to us happened at the very beginning, when it took over, and took the place of the relationship itself. The commitment, the duty to the marriage as an institution and its key role in God’s plan was the first absolute. We had HUGE issues that we never would have, should have, or could have ignored had eternity not been the foregone conclusion. It turned out that we were only partially committed to each other. We were much more committed to “the marriage” and the idea of what we “should be” for each other and for the Church. My role as a worthy priesthood holder was, in many ways, more important than my role as husband friend or lover (Yes, brothers and sisters, I understand it’s all connected, and well-defined but it’s not as simple as that, is it?). Maybe if we hadn’t been so focused on how happy we were supposed to be, we might have been able to see much sooner some of these critical  threats.

On that note, one might think that I should owe the time I had to our faith, allowing us to ignore all that stuff. But I would argue that we may have had an easier start, but I think that ultimately it did more harm than good. That is not to say I regret the time I had with Angelica. I am deeply grateful for my time with such an amazing woman and for the unbelievable joy it was to love and be loved by her. I am grateful for that time and for the amazing children that we will forever share as their parents.

We are going into our first holiday season as a family with divorced parents. There are challenges and heartbreaks but there is hope and reason for rejoicing too. I will probably be telling you all about it.

Thank you for your time and attention.


*I will be using the name Angelica in place of her real name.