This is why churches, temples, synagogues and any place of worship needs clear, comprehensive and effective abuse prevention policies-both for how it handles disclosures of abuse by its members or discovery of abuse by its leaders.
Much like schools, these organizations need to have accountability measures and its members must be the ones who demand transparency of those policies.
Otherwise abuse continues to be done in secrecy, abusers are protected and institutions are shielded from consequences for violating their duty of care.
Children deserve us having these difficult conversations so they can be protected.
I posted a short about this sweet child seeing me from behind as I looked in the freezer section at the grocer, thinking I was his grandma. “Grandma! Grandma! He said.” I turned around to this sweet boys love and was touched in my heart space.
A masculine posted on the short, “What are you doing?!?! Stop now!! It’s not going to end well.”
He took report of a sweet moment and accused me of wrongdoing, based on his own misperception and possible history. While I feel for those who have been hurt, it does no one any good to accuse all “grandmas” of thinking like that. Some of us actually Love the sweet innocent ones, purely.
Apparently people I’ve never met are out there “explaining” me to others. This verbal accosting by a masculine accusing me of foul thoughts and intentions regarding this child is offensive.
People who believe slander and accuse falsely, without even having the maturity to do research first, are responsible for much unwarranted suffering in the world.
Heal your trauma.
Not every grandmother wants to bring suffering to innocence. Most of us love purely.
Some “feed” on the “energetic fuel” of riling others deceitfully. Some enjoy playing with a mind and kicking back to observe their handywork. Those who have been violated and remain unhealed are great puppets for a lying narcissist.
“They told you about the contractions but did they tell you about the expansion? Did they tell you how your body would open to make way for the whole universe to pass through? Did they tell you how your heart would explode with a love bigger than anything you’ve ever known as you pulled your baby to your chest.
They told you about the ring of fire but did they tell you about the crown of stars? Did they mention that there is a moment when your baby enters the world and you leave your body and touch the heavens and become the light of a million galaxies? Did they tell you how the pain of stretching to receive your child would be more exquisite than any sensation you’ve felt?
They told you you would scream but did they tell you about how you would roar? Did they tell you about the power that would rise up from your belly as you called your baby forth with your mighty voice? Did they tell you how you would embody the wild woman within you and breathe fire with your song?
They told you you would bleed but did they tell you how that sacred blood wouldn’t scare you? How you would feel grateful for that magical liquid of life as it trickled down your leg? How you would honor its flow and how it would help you heal a lifetime of hating your body’s bleeding cycles?
They told you these stories and taught you to fear birth, to fear your power, to fear yourself. But you’re stronger and wiser than that mama. You know that birth is your divine dance, your soul’s song, your moment with God, and you walk fearlessly into her open arms.”
~ Catie Atkinson @spiritysoul on Instagram
NOTE: Not all pregnancies and births are the same. Some are fraught with complications and heartache. Our hearts go out to these with compassion, support, and love.
“Sex,” I was pretty sure, meant whether you were a boy or girl, and “sin” made Tante Jans very angry, but what the two together meant I could not imagine. And so, seated next to Father in the train compartment, I suddenly asked, “Father, what is sexsin?”
He turned to look at me, as he always did when answering a question, but to my surprise he said nothing. At last he stood up, lifted his traveling case from the rack over our heads, and set it on the floor.
“Will you carry it off the train, Corrie?” he said. I stood up and tugged at it. It was crammed with the watches and spare parts he had purchased that morning.
“It’s too heavy,” I said.
“Yes,” he said. “And it would be a pretty poor father who would ask his little girl to carry such a load. It’s the same way, Corrie, with knowledge.
We are asking our children to carry loads that are way too heavy for them.
They should not be forced, as children, to see and feel the world through the lens of adults.
Innocence is worth protecting and worth fighting for.
We need to do our part as teachers, parents and caregivers to carry certain things for them until they are old enough to bear the load.
⚠️ English teacher at Franklin HS in El Paso, TX reportedly instructs students to not judge someone “just because they want to have sex with a 5 year old,” and tells them to call them "Minor Attracted Persons” instead ‼️
The field was large, grass covered the ground. I heard laughter, the laughter of children. I looked again and saw them dancing in circle, a very large circle … white children, brown children, blond children, brunette children.
The chief was Native. He was directing people where they need go. There was a woman who asked one young blond boy with thick sandy blond hair if he wanted to part the sea …. he said excitedly, mine? She said yes, and with a brush, she proceeded to comb his hair forward and then part it in the middle.
A woman with streaks in her hair was with a masculine, they were observing. She kept inching closer and closer to the crowd, stepping away from the masculine she was with.
There was a big pot with a sweet syrupy elixir. This woman stepped up and put her fingers into the spill of it, mesmerized. It looked as though she was leaving behind the old, which spied and tracked, to join with the laughing children and their caregivers.
The children are being freed. The rainbow tribe is being assembled.
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