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Seeking comfort and asking questions

02 Sunday Nov 2014

Posted by shewrite63 in community, Health, photography, reading, therapy, Warm fuzzy, writing

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anxieties, candlelight vigil, children, comfort, expressing, family, kindness, men and women, men's health, mental health, National Forces, respect, teddy bear, teddy bears, toys, writing

The events in Ottawa the past couple of weeks were very saddening. 

Our collective hearts were broken when we lost members of our National Forces on home soil due to the actions of unbalanced individuals.

Security presence increased in downtown Ottawa for a couple of days. Some feared their civil liberties would be at risk.  My own anxiety levels for a loved one rose but remained under control while I listened to calming music, my inner voice of reason, and advice from members of the Forces family.  It was a challenge to stay off Twitter, news sites or listening to the radio for frequent updates.

It was heartwarming during the days that followed to see the sympathies pouring out from around the world for families of the fallen and for their comrades.  It was bittersweet to see so many candles, bouquets and stuffed animals encircling the National War Memorial.

War Memorial Ottawa Oct 25 vigil

War Memorial Ottawa Oct 25 candlelight vigil

I suspected even before attending a candlelight vigil that Remembrance Day will have a new meaning this year in showing respect for those who served in the past and that we will soon support a battle against malevolent, misogynistic forces.

During the following week more disturbing news arose, ending a professional relationship in our national broadcaster and tainting my respect for a charismatic talk show personality.  It was difficult for the management team to sever ties, to risk a lawsuit in defending their decision to uphold values and maintain public trust.

As more facts are revealed and people are divided in this court of public opinion, I find one piece of information disturbing: The accused was advised by a therapist to obtain a teddy bear as a way to deal with anxieties – and even wrote about it in an autobiography.

Why did this person still harbour sadistic and masochistic desires? Why did this person enjoy hitting and punching women during a physical act that should be one of respect, tenderness and trust?

I also feel a sense of unease and embarrassment that I and thousands of others had followed interviews carried by this charismatic individual who held an influential position in the media.

I found a way to turn this around, to support the good deeds in our world.

During my Sunday reflections, I donated to and recognized a male writer who is participating in the Movember challenge.  What I like about this cause to raise awareness and funds for men’s health is that one of their goals is to “seek to achieve results that men and boys are mentally healthy and take action to remain so.”

As a society, we should listen early on if men and boys seek help for mental health issues. In some cultures it may be seen as a form of weakness for males to express feelings.  It’s not.

As a society, we need to revisit the disease of violence, to stop it before it breeds in our homes through domestic abuse, sexual abuse and even distorted into self harm.

In addition to November being the month for men’s health issues with Movember, it’s also Women Abuse Prevention Month. I think the two of these causes can exist in harmony to address the issues of abuse and mental illness.

In my simplistic manner and as a doting parent, I also want to say “Hug your kids.”.  Tell them you love them. Tell them they are smart, they are loved and they have a future in our society. Teach them well through good deeds and actions.

Give them something to hug, to transfer their love, to tell their secrets, to help them feel safe.

I hope police are still using stuffed animals to help children cope with traumatic events.  This practice was very helpful for my family.

purple stuffed rabbit

Small defenders purple rabbit

I know people who have stuffed animals to help with sports pool picks, ease anxieties, or inspire them as characters in stories.

Owlie talking stick

Owlie as the sisters’ talking stick 

I had this one teddy bear since I was five years old.  He listened to my secrets.  He helped me feel brave during stormy nights. He stared blankly when I asked him the reasons for adolescent heartbreaks. He was a silent companion.

Wee girl with teddy bear

Wee girl with teddy bear

Over the years he became worn and weary looking.  He provided inspiration for a character in my novel who also was a comfort to a scared and lonely little girl.

teddy bear and vase of flowers on a chair

My Winnie Pooh Teddy Bear

If you would like to read more, please visit The Year of the Rabbit, a Novel About Fate, Family and Forgiveness.  I published it in 2011 under a pseudonym because I didn’t want to use the same surname of my abuser.  I have since changed my name.   I recently pulled the Print on Demand version because I want to release an updated print edition with the services of a talented editor and artist.  She teases me because I’m taking my time to release it just prior to 2023. That’s okay as I am enjoying her company.  While you are waiting, you can download the eBook version from Smashwords. It contains many themes – domestic abuse being one of them.  Sorry. 

Thanks for dropping by.

T

Quel compromis!

19 Sunday Oct 2014

Posted by shewrite63 in community, Mythology, photography, therapy, writing

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belief systems, birth control, catholics, childhood memories, children, family, french canadians in anglo ontario, growing up catholic, lapsed catholic, prayer, recovering catholic, religion, roman catholic, rules

I should be thankful that my parents didn’t use birth control.

As the 11th surviving offspring of their traditional union I may not have made it here if they chose not to marry, or if they defied the rules of the Catholic Church and enjoyed intimacy without the worry of more mouths to feed.

I think they and the few lucky offspring would have been A LOT happier and less wanting.

Little Blonde Girl's First Communion

Little Blonde Girl’s First Communion 1970-ish. She did not look pleased…

Well, they made do and most of us turned out okay.  A French relative referred to our family as débrouillard. That term followed many of us through our adult lives as we coped with limited resources. 

During a research quest this summer, I harvested the following from older relatives on my parents’ encounter in Québec City, their subsequent letter-writing courtship and eventual marriage:

  • Mother did indeed want to get married and have children (probably not so many though);
  • Her younger sister witnessed how that handsome young English soldier was smitten by a pretty French girl;
  • While courting from afar, that young man wrote to her announcing his conversion to Catholicism so that she would accept his hand in marriage;
  • Their prenuptial agreement didn’t involve protecting one’s established wealth.  It was  more of an agreement that the children would be raised as Catholics in Ontario, and that English would be the only language spoken in the home.

Quel compromis!

  • Most of our names were derived from those of the Apostles, Saints or ancestors;
  • We were brought up effectively with good ole “burn in hell” fear, Catholic guilt, plus discipline by the hot welts of Mother’s lilac twig or Father’s belt;
  • Father was a humble carpenter.  Just had to throw that in there;
  • By the time they reached Kindergarten, my older siblings spoke English with a French accent;
  • By the time we reached high school, some of us struggled with French pronunciations, those ambiguous feminine, masculine nouns and the painful conjugation of verbs.

 

In comparison though, we all knew the Apostles’ Creed, Hail Mary and Our Father by memory. As one of the younger brood members, I was spared from Saturday evening Rosary sessions. By that time, I think our parents were preoccupied.

At least the younger brood didn’t have to learn the mass in Latin!

My brothers survived as altar boys with no visible scars or horror stories (at least that I know of).  Altar girls or “altar servers” were only allowed after 1983. A little too late for me.  

 

Those who could not grasp la langue had limited career opportunities if seeking jobs with the Federal Government or many private sector employers in the National Capital Region.

Four observations from a lapsed Catholic:

  1. Children learn to become good citizens by compassion and role models, not just through dogma and fear;
  2. Our world is over-populated (duh);
  3. Marriage should not be a life sentence;
  4. The Church has been presented with an opportunity to evolve along its difficult journey, with a more compassionate captain at the helm.

As I embrace my roots, explore the fractal branches of our family tree and honour my parents, I welcome the opportunity to parler la langue with colleagues and new friends.

Votre patience sera appréciée.

If you share similar childhood memories or scars, you will appreciate how Sera Fletcher rebelled at attending Sunday mass.  You may also appreciate her simplistic approach to belief systems and coping with loss in The Year of the Rabbit – A Novel About Fate, Family and Forgiveness.

Thanks for dropping by.

T

 

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