I would like to say hello to everyone reading this blogg. I apologize for not posting more.
I am looking for ways to incorporate writing into my routine.
I'd love to hear from you guys. Has what I written had a meaningful impact on your lives in any way?
Hello to everyone in Canada, Poland, the Ukraine, the United States, and Germany.
You are in my thoughts and prayers.
Here's a recent picture =)
Joy, Rediscovered.
Monday, September 21, 2015
Sunday, May 17, 2015
Hello All!
I have so much good news. Since my last post I have:
1. A new job as a Justice Advocate for the local battered women's shelter.
2. A new car.
3. Walked in my college graduation for my two year degree and certificate.
Wow, so many good changes!
By the way, the statistics show that people are reading this in: Poland, Germany. Canada, and other places. Please, please, please say hello. I smile every time I think about the possibility that this blog is having a positive impact. Please let me know, I would love to read your thoughts, feelings, questions etc.
Don't be shy, let's do this together =)
Blessings,
Christina
I have so much good news. Since my last post I have:
1. A new job as a Justice Advocate for the local battered women's shelter.
2. A new car.
3. Walked in my college graduation for my two year degree and certificate.
Wow, so many good changes!
By the way, the statistics show that people are reading this in: Poland, Germany. Canada, and other places. Please, please, please say hello. I smile every time I think about the possibility that this blog is having a positive impact. Please let me know, I would love to read your thoughts, feelings, questions etc.
Don't be shy, let's do this together =)
Blessings,
Christina
Tuesday, April 14, 2015
My gofundme campaign!
Hello All,
Please take a look to see the latest update, including recent pictures of my family and I.
Besos,
http://www.gofundme.com/ChristinaJoseph
Friday, September 5, 2014
Leaving and going to a women’s shelter in winter
I left a heartfelt note
for my children’s father. It was brimming with emotions of wanting to work
things out, but needing to be safe. I’d expressed my hopes that he would seek
help. So, I went to a women's shelter with my 3 children. I called several, but
only one could pay for a cab to pick us up. Since there was no way my children's
father was going to "let me" have the only vehicle we had, the
shelter that could sent the cab was my best option. I packed our clothing and
my oldest's kitchen set in the cab. When we arrived and were processed, I shut
the door to our room. I felt such a wave of relief. Just knowing that there was
no way he could barge in and start yelling was an amazing feeling. Feeling hidden was such a freeing
experience.
The interactions with the workers and the other women was saddening
and interesting. One elderly woman lived on the first floor. She had a
handicapped accessible room. I felt particularly compassionate towards her. Being so
frail, and elderly, she was so soft spoken and gentle. Her temperament was juxtaposed with the
brash, boisterous ways of one woman. I was so annoyed with her. She was like an
obnoxious child in a library. Living in a battered women's shelter is no cake
walk. One week end she went with her toddler, to visit her child's father, she
came back with a bruised ear. She wasn't so loud after that, and I felt ashamed
for not having more patience internally with her. I made one friend who was
from Brazil, she had a 17 year old son named Lucas. They were both so kind, and had so many
smiles. Knowing her was like a bright spot in a very transitional and to a
degree scary place. I still remember her smile, and her son's happy face but
not her name. I didn't realize I would be leaving as fast as I did, or I would
have gotten her contact number. She is in Boca Raton, FL. USA which is near where
I live now but still some hours away.
It snowed while I was
there. It was so cold outside, and being that I am from Florida and this was all new to me. I
started to lose my hair and my four month old daughter developed pneumonia. The
hospital said I had extreme
fatigue. That sounded about right. They suggested rest and relaxation. I
went to counseling my second day at the shelter. The counselor helped me
realize that no matter how thin I was or was not, or how tasty the food I
cooked was or was not my children's father's happiness was his own
responsibility and not mine. I had a best friend, Leah Forrest she lived in Texas. Unknown to her, my
children's father would all the time say "If only you would be like Leah,
I would be happy." I wasn't jealous of Leah, even though I could clearly
see the many amiable qualities she had. A walking Barbie doll, with a heart of
gold. Her friendship would help sustain me through some rough times that were a
head. In the counseling, I realized I wasn't responsible for my children's
father's happiness. This was very freeing. My thinking had become warped. Somehow
I took his happiness as my responsibility. I was really glad to understand that I am not the
owner of his emotions, he is. I am the owner of my emotions, not him. This seems so basic
now, but in the world of abuse, simple concepts get clouded sometimes.
I got a restraining order,
and my mother and grandmother sent plane tickets for my children and I to fly
back to Florida. I was so happy. The shelter paid for our cab fare to the
airport. Two weeks after I arrived in Florida, I was served with divorce papers. Their
dad, had filed for divorce. This was a surprise. Mr. Christian, filed for
divorce instead of seeking help. I had been gone a month.
As time passed, my
children and I became acclimated with our new reality. I wanted to go to church.
My oldest two said they didn't want to go, because that’s where dad always
wanted to go. I explained, that we can be happy, because we are going to choose
to walk in the light
and not in darkness. I told them that we have a new life, a fresh start. I also
realized that I needed to focus on experiencing and showing the love of God to my children. I
decided I needed to be vigilant about showing the kindness, patience, self-control,
joy, hope, and freedom that I knew were in God. This was a great thing for all
of us.
A new job and college
The YMCA gave a free
membership to the women at the women’s shelter. We could not go, because my
daughter was ill, and I was afraid to go in the cold. When we arrived in
Florida, I called asking if that was something the local YMCA did also. They welcomed
us, gave us a free membership, and I soon had a job working in the nursery. My
children took swimming (in the summer), and gymnastic lessons, I worked out for
the first time in 6 years. I took Zumba, and loved it. I started to meet new
people and grow stronger. The way I introduced my children and I, was by stating
we had recently left my husband because of domestic violence. I wanted all women
to know that it was possible to get out. Often women were shocked, but in a
year, two women left their abusive husbands and I was able to help them with
that. I wanted to open the door to this topic, because that is the first step.
Not being afraid to talk about it. I also started college again. I’d allowed my image of myself to
be so controlled by the negative views of my children’s father, for a long time
I didn't have the gumption to express anything that was different from his
ideas. So, when he said he didn't think I could handle all the house work,
cooking, child rearing, and wifely responsibilities I believed him and stopped
college. Now, a few months after leaving I was back in college. I was no longer
losing my hair. I
was in contact with the outreach manager of the local women’s shelter, she was
a source of encouragement, understanding, and hope. I am filled with awe as I
think if how many conversations we had, and how they helped me mentally. She
was like a fairy god mother, although it was mental gifts she gave. Empowerment,
hope, assurance, and friendship.
A year after I left, I applied for a received the Dorris Buffet Sunshine
Lady scholarship. This was a great encouragement and help. This is a
scholarship Warren Buffet’s sister set up to help empower woman to remain free
of abuse. I made the right choices to stay away and stay safe. I made the choice
to go to college, and she agreed to pay the expenses I expressed I needed help
with. During this time, I had my children 100% of the time. Up until this time
all the judges understood that I was a very abused woman before I left. During
the course of almost a year there was a home study, evaluations of my children,
and much more. It was expensive and emotionally draining. My family helped with
the legal fees. My children’s father had his family help with his bills. He
moved to Florida. There were many judges, because the process took so long. It
was truly a painful and exhausting experience, but our freedom and safety was
well worth it. The final judgment was not a perfect one. We now share them. One
week they are with him, and one week they are with me. He still tries to
manipulate me, he still tries his old tricks. But the major difference is that I have changed. He
tries, but does not succeed. I no longer allow him to influence my emotions. I
respond differently than ever before. I give my children my time, my attention, and my smiles. We laugh, we read, we cook, we swim, we watch movies and walk our
dog at the dog park. He cannot stop us, or take away our joy. Why? Because we
no longer let him. That was the game changer, when I realized I still had a
choice over my own life.
I had gotten so wrapped up, in trying to save a failing marriage that I lost
sight of myself. I disappeared into the chaos. God wasn't calling me to that.
God was calling me to peace and freedom. God wanted me and my children to
leave. Nowhere in the Bible does it say a spouse has to stay around a violent spouse.
I am a walking
demonstration of the power of the word no. When I was saying yes to all the
crazy my ex-husband brought to our lives, I was saying no to so many good possibilities.
Once, I was away long enough to see this I grieved the loss of time, but I
rejoiced that at least now we are free.
On the way to the women’s
shelter, I saw a church sign that talked about justice. And, that’s what I was
asking God for, justice. God clearly spoke to my heart, and said he would take
care of me, and my babies. I am pleased to report that He has not failed me
yet.
Leah Forrest
Thursday, August 28, 2014
Warning Signs and Red Flags
It’s not always easy to tell at the beginning of a relationship if it will become abusive.
In fact, many abusive partners may seem absolutely perfect in the early stages of a relationship. Possessive and controlling behaviors don’t always appear overnight, but rather emerge and intensify as the relationship grows.
Domestic violence doesn’t look the same in every relationship because every relationship is different. But one thing most abusive relationships have in common is that the abusive partner does many different kinds of things to have more power and control over their partners.
If you’re beginning to feel as if your partner or a loved one’s partner is becoming abusive, there are a few behaviors that you can look out for. Watch out for these red flags and if you’re experiencing one or more of them in your relationship, call the hotline to talk about what’s going on.
- Telling you that you can never do anything right
- Showing jealousy of your friends and time spent away
- Keeping you or discouraging you from seeing friends or family members
- Embarrassing or shaming you with put-downs
- Controlling every penny spent in the household
- Taking your money or refusing to give you money for expenses
- Looking at you or acting in ways that scare you
- Controlling who you see, where you go, or what you do
- Preventing you from making your own decisions
- Telling you that you are a bad parent or threatening to harm or take away your children
- Preventing you from working or attending school
- Destroying your property or threatening to hurt or kill your pets
- Intimidating you with guns, knives or other weapons
- Pressuring you to have sex when you don’t want to or do things sexually you’re not comfortable with
- Pressuring you to use drugs or alcohol
What Is Abuse?
Domestic violence can happen to anyone of any race, age, sexual orientation, religion or gender.
It can happen to couples who are married, living together or who are dating. Domestic violence affects people of all socioeconomic backgrounds and education levels.
Abuse is a repetitive pattern of behaviors to maintain power and control over an intimate partner. These are behaviors that physically harm, arouse fear, prevent a partner from doing what they wish or force them to behave in ways they do not want. Abuse includes the use of physical and sexual violence, threats and intimidation, emotional abuse and economic deprivation. Many of these different forms of abuse can be going on at any one time.
Here at the hotline, we use the Power & Control Wheel to describe most accurately what is occurs in an abusive relationship.
Think of the wheel as a diagram of the tactics your abusive partner uses to keep you in the relationship. While the inside of the wheel is comprised of subtle, continual behaviors, the outer ring represents physical, visible violence. These are the abusive acts that are more overt and forceful, and often the intense acts that reinforce the regular use of other subtler methods of abuse.
➕Physical Abuse
➕Emotional Abuse
➕Sexual Abuse & Coercion
Reproductive Coercion
➕Financial Abuse
You may be in an emotionally abusive relationship if you partner exerts control through:
- Calling you names, insulting you or continually criticizing you
- Refusing to trust you and acting jealous or possessive
- Trying to isolate you from family or friends
- Monitoring where you go, who you call and who you spend time with
- Demanding to know where you are every minute
- Punishing you by withholding affection
- Threatening to hurt you, the children, your family or your pets
- Humiliating you in any way
- Blaming you for the abuse
- Gaslighting
- Accusing you of cheating and being often jealous of your outside relationships
- Serially cheating on you and then blaming you for his or her behavior
- Cheating on you intentionally to hurt you and then threatening to cheat again
- Cheating to prove that they are more desired, worthy, etc. than you are
- Attempting to control your appearance: what you wear, how much/little makeup you wear, etc.
- Telling you that you will never find anyone better, or that you are lucky to be with a person like them
This is from http://www.thehotline.org/is-this-abuse/abuse-defined/#tab-id-2
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
From such a dark, and lonely place the shutters of my mind began to open.
(
How I realized I was going to leave)
01/10/2008 Standing in
the economically lowest and dirtiest dwelling I have ever resided in, unknown
to me, my understanding of my value would start to change. Like the first rays
of sun rise, my thoughts were sparked. My three children being four months old
and two, and five years old slept. Their father stood brewing like a
storm, raging loudly. Terms unknown to me at the time such as patriarchal
mentality, entitlement, self-dominance, and freedom were much like the humidity
of Florida’s summer; so close I can feel it yet invisible to the eye.
Resembling a third grade science project of a potted plant left in a closet,
far from sun and water, I too was withering from the inside out. I was so far
from all the joy, laughter, warmth, and freedom I had once known. Little by
little my thinking and self-image were warped. In the name of saving a failing
marriage, I had become literally unrecognizable to myself, not only in the
mirror, but inside. From such a dark, and lonely place the shutters of my mind
began to open.
“You’re here with all these requirements (for giving sex)
when there are women at work giving it away for free.” In his new clothes, for
his new job, and freshly cut hair he spewed such venom. This statement first
brought pain and disbelief but then it transitioned into an illuminating guide.
Like lava, bringing destruction to the infrastructure it crosses, so it was
that the cords of my identity had so often been burned away by his words. But
this time, life grew from death, quiet unexpectedly. The power inside
began to grow when I changed my response to the chaos around me. What was the
point of sacrificing so much of myself on the altar of a two parent home? Like
a dog, running into the street off his leash, so was my husband. Into the muddy
puddles of self-gratification, and abuse, was adultery to be the new normal
too, this backwards “love”? The strength of a man is to dominate himself, so that he can then give
himself in service to his lady. This relationship, was in fact the opposite.
Sitting there, in January, in a poorly insulated trailer, although I could not
identify it at the time; I was beginning to realize I no longer would allow
myself to be dominated to be used for his pleasure. The pleasure of sex,
housekeeping, child bearing, boasting right, none of it. What was it getting
me, beside depression? The image of him going to work to cheat on me, when I
had thrown my pearls of self, before this swine, for him to destroy them and me
too. How is it that after years of fighting my natural instinct for survival, I
could begin to change my way of thinking? I felt so old, and tired juxtapose
with the sensation of internal liberation. Fortunately, my children were too
young to understand this situation that would have a ripple effect on the rest
of their lives. Even in the middle of nowhere, alone, poor, weakened from child
birth, three international trips in the four months after my youngest was born,
I wasn't too far for mercy to
finally permeate the permafrost that was my mentality.
Once the shock of the encounter began to wear off and he
again was away for the day at his job, I began to pray and reach out for help.
A few heart-felt prayers for wisdom, discernment, and understanding were
answered through in part the free counselling service offered by Focus
on the Family. The concept of enabling was brought to my attention,
along with my first responsibility was to keep my children and myself safe, and
that was where the love and heart of God is.
How empowering the idea that God cared about my safety, right there in the
middle of my mess, in the middle of nowhere, in a cold dingy trailer. The great
exchange of beauty for ashes had begun to take place in my life.
Psalm 59:16
But I will sing of your strength in the morning. I
will sing of your love; for you are my fortress, my refuge in times of trouble.
Marriage and my first child: I'd been married
about six years and I had a handful of children to take care of.
Their father, once so handsome and engaging had pulled a Dr. Jeckel and Mr.
Hyde on me. The alpha male pretending to be a nurturer, tricked me.
07/2002- On
the way to the honeymoon, in the car, I physically saw him
change. It was like invisible water poured over him and everything about him
changed. The way his face was, and his posture. It was a physical change.
I thought I was going crazy. I didn't understand
how someone could change before my eyes. I thought about
running away at that point. I thought about getting out
of the marriage we had just celebrated with friends and family,
but I allowed my pride and shame to direct my actions and I stayed. I
didn't know all this would mean, but I would soon find out.
Family violence as a lifestyle: My new
husband came from a family where violence, verbal abuse, and manipulation were
common. I had seen some of this before we got married, but he assured me that
this was not the lifestyle he was going to live; that he understood this
was dysfunctional and far from the loving heart of
Jesus Christ. Unfortunately, a year of dating/courting was not enough
for his true colors to shine through. There were warning signs of coarse,
but I was so excited to feel wanted, and important to someone
I closed my eyes to them. The mask of hypocrisy that hallmarked
his premarital life would be his matrimonial foretay.
08/2002 We
moved immediately to another state and were in the process of
starting a Christian University. Within three months I was pregnant with our
first daughter. He became suicidal and
suggested she be put up for adoption. This was devastating for me as
a young bride and mother. The child in my womb, I had dreamed about since I was
a child. I dreamed that my husband would be over joyed and we would
pick out baby items smiling and cuddling the whole nine months
through. This was the exact opposite of my experience. My husband, said he
felt his life was over and that he didn't want to be a father. He hated
his dad. Wow, how crazy is that? What was the point of all the marital sex,
(where I never orgasimed) if not to create a child? Needless to say I
did not agree to put her up for adoption. I thought that I could love
them both enough to keep our new little family together. Boy, was I wrong.
The depth of depression this
man entered into, the over eating, the bitterness, the rejection he gave me
instead of support was like a hurricane of chaos. This hurricane
of chaos is what
predicated the next seven years of my marital life.
My children's father was the youngest in a
West Indian family that took dysfunction to a level I had
never seen, or knew existed. Like pigs rolling in the mud, so they
rolled around, willingly, in their arguments, fights, and
deception. Having a lucrative business in their nation of
origin enabled them to fund many trips to the U.S. As a child he was
left in a beautiful home in a wealthy area of town, with plenty of
food, money, alcohol, T.V., and a maid service, but no parents. His
two older brothers and sister did the child rearing for six months of the year
with no parents or legal immigration status. Having entered the country
on a tourist visa, the children staid. They went to school,
kept their heads down and noses clean. Going
from elementary school to high school. This lack
of accountability and instability forged his identity . His actions spoke loud
and clear that he was sure he would never be held accountable for
his treatment towards me or our young daughter. By the time our daughter
was born, I was
a wreck mentally, financially and spiritually. We
moved back to our home state before our daughter was born. At the time
of her birth, he worked three hours a day, for a fast
food restaurant and I worked full time for an art store. Not the
hero I thought he would be. Inside, I was facing some harsh realities.
My husband was failing me, and our
daughter. He loved to go to bible study,
but refused to help with the most basic chores of survive. His lack of desire
to keep track of his most basic possessions was infuriating. But,
like a "good wife" I found his socks, belt, wallet,
glasses, and so many other things he refused to keep track of. The immaturity and insecurity that
he he felt, he communicated as belittling comments about my ability
to meet his expectations of what a wife and
mother should be. This had my own mother brimming
with infuriating, who we lived with and paid a mere $300 in rent to.
Where was the handsome, intelligent, poetic, and
tortured with the thought of the lost going to hell? He worked as little
as possible, ate as much as possible and controlled the remote. He couldn't
miss a church service or bible study meeting, but refused to help with the
laundry. His pregnant, working, tired, young bride was responsible
for that. Why did I stay?
This is question silently bugged me. What
was my alternative? Being a single mother, having a
failed marriage? These prospects at the time were over whelming.
I felt like a failure
for marrying and having a child with such a
loser. He was a shining star during prayer meetings, he quoted the bible,
witnessed to the lost, gave food to the homeless, but never once
massaged his bride's feet. Where was Jesus in all of this? Where was this great love that the bible
speaks of? It was not in the marriage I was in. I knew this. In
an angry fit, he had kicked a chair directly in front of my
pregnant stomach. Scaring me and causing my mother who was outside
the house to rush in. He commanded her to leave us be to work things out. She
left, and I stayed.
Winter 2002 By the time my daughter was six months I told my husband I was going to leave. He responded without hesitation, that
his family has more money and that he would win custody of our
daughter in court. He also said, that he would take our daughter in
the night and that I would never find them. At 19, this scared me.
That was his intention, to use fear and intimidation to keep me in line. Did I
reach out for help? Yes. I called the youth pastor's wife. She reprimanded me for
my attitude towards my husband, told me to treat him
with more respect, and that he was bluffing about the rest. This started
my flawed thinking. I responded to this advice with disobedience to the voice
of God. God, was speaking to my heart to get out. To get away from this
dangerous man, and do it now. Instead I thought that I could love
this man enough to love me back. I confused loving for enabling.
Accepting mental, verbal, physical, financial and sexual
abuse perpetrated by my husband towards me, I lost my voice and my
hope.
08/26/2014 That was 13 years ago. I am now a free
woman, and although the path to this freedom has been hard, it
has been worth it. This blogg is about that path.
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