Scars and Tiaras

Reclaiming Your Beautiful Self After a Painful Past

“Get over it already!”

She grabs my wrist and yanks me down toward her. She snarl-whispers, “Don’t take ANY MORE pictures of communion!”

I’m stunned. For a moment, words don’t even come to me. I just stare at her, at my wrist held in her hand.

I feel like a child, not the 36-year-old woman I actually am. The wedding ceremony I’m photographing becomes an echo, words I can’t make out. My heart is racing as I try to find words.

“I was told I could.”

The woman lets go and says, “Oh, well, if [the pastor] said you could…go ahead.”

I retreat to another side of the sanctuary, hide myself behind the sound booth, and don’t take another picture of communion. My hands shake, my heart thumps, and my head tries to play it cool. No big deal. Silly girl, getting yourself all worked up over nothing.

But it doesn’t feel like nothing. One “simple” aggressive action made on me by another and I become a little girl all over again, scared, cowering, retracing my steps to figure out what I did so wrong this time.

Weeks later, I try to rationalize how ridiculous it is that it bothered me so much. Instead of fading away, though, I can’t help but feel her bony fingers wrapped around my wrist, yanking me, a reminder of a past I have healed from.

Or not.

Healing is a lot like forgiveness. It isn’t a one-time fix. You don’t just reach the end, say you’re healed, and walla! you are. It’s a process, and while the bad periods are a lot shorter and come less often than before, it’s always a surprise what will be a trigger.

Standing in that church, in the middle of a joyous occasion, I never would have expected to have had such a moment. A moment that, when I try to write it out and convey how it made me feel without sounding like a sensitive crybaby, still gives me a little shiver.

I’d love to just get over the past, to let it go, to snap out of it, but there’s no easy exit. It’s still there, it still hovers in the background of my happy life. And every once in a while, it creeps out and takes center stage.

“Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.” -Plato

 

For the next 30 days* (today included), I will be writing about abuse, the past (mine, maybe yours, how abuse was once viewed, how it’s handled now), statistics, organizations, and about reclaiming your beautiful self if you’ve experienced (or are experiencing) abuse. My goal is to raise awareness about abuse and organizations, as well as raise funds for Teller Safe Harbor, TESSA, and national organizations that help the abused. This will be a busy 30 days on the site, as I will post frequently – pictures, stories, statistics, etc. – and I would appreciate help in getting the word out.

October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month, but it is often buried behind the pink of Breast Cancer Awareness, which I wholeheartedly support as well, but I’ve never experienced breast cancer, nor has anyone close to me, but I have experienced abuse, and I think the more light we shine on the issue, the more victims can step out of the shadows and become survivors.

Won’t you join me for the next 30+ days?

*This project will continue beyond 30 days. However, it won’t always be an intense everyday project…until next October.

 

 

About Angela Giles Klocke

Angela is a daughter of God, a mom of three, a wife to her best friend, a new grandma, a sister to many, a friend to many more, a mentor...a woman who has survived and now thrives. She is a writer, photographer, speaker, activist, and princess. You can also find her online at angelagilesklocke.com.

9 Replies

  1. For the first time, I shared a little of my story as a battered wife this year. It is amazing what can trigger, and the more you heal, the less often those triggers happen, the easier they catch us off guard I think. Anyway, if you are interested, here’s a little of my story: http://www.audrasilva.com/abuse-and-marital-submission-a-part-6/ and http://www.audrasilva.com/abuse-defined-part-7/ It’s part of a series on submission.

    I’ll probably share more of my story sometime. Women need to know they aren’t alone. Need to see others who are further along the road to healing. And you are so right, healing is a process, layer upon layer.

    1. Audra, may I link these to the Your Story page?

      Thank you so much for sharing! <3

  2. And I won’t wear a tiara because I’m a big. fat. chicken. Surprising considering the purple hair. Maybe next year? Or maybe God will get ahold of me this year. Maybe. I want to.

    1. Well, but maybe you can be brave enough to take a photo of yourself in a tiara, even if you don’t go out in it? For the site? For the cause? :D That invite will be posted shortly…

    2. Testing the comment reply. Did you get this by email? :D

      1. It worked!! I got your comment in my email. :)

        1. Yay – thank you!

  3. This is a fantastic project and a fantastic idea. LOVE YOU ANGELA! I’m gonna go find a tiara….