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Vale has grown more and more interested in going out running.  Not a bad idea, it’s a great stress and anxiety reliever.  Lord knows, Vale’s got anxiety and then some.  He talks about going out for an hour run, comes back feeling good.

Vale’s also dropped 10 pounds.  We talk about this particular little tid bit and he doesn’t want to hear it.  I mention that if he keeps running like this without purposeful eating the weight is going to fall off.

Anger

Nasty

Yeah, I’m watching him like a hawk.

    • #Anorexia
    • #Boys With Eating Disorders
    • #CSA
    • #Eating Disorders
    • #Eating Disorders In Boys
    • #Rape
    • #Sexual Assault
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A Bittersweet Day

Today I watched my boy run his first race on the Junior Varsity team of the local high school.  I chuckle to myself when I think of the folks who may say ‘big whoop’.  I know, I know, there were 100 other boys there today doing the same thing.  But those other boys aren’t Vale and that makes all the difference in the world.

One this day, just a year ago, Vale was so trapped in ‘starving and carving’ that running to the mailbox would have put him in bed for the day.  Staying awake much past 11:00 in the morning was a bit too much for him.  He was encased in so much anxiety that it taxed his already too thin body beyond what it was capable of.  So little peace did his mind have, so few calories did his body contain.  At this very time, just a short year ago my son wasn’t sure that being alive was worth it.  A future anticipated was so far out of his reach.  Sport was an enemy.  Hope was a memory.



But today I saw my son be a true contender in several races, congratulated by peers, lauded, admired for his skill.  One young girl stuck by his side at every opportunity, a barnacle at his helm, pulling every girl trick in the book (“Oh, it’s so cold, can I borrow your jacket?”) to get his attention.  But he was beyond even that.  He was competing.   I watched him tear down the track, mouth gritted and firm with effort and concentration, muscles taut, reveling in the thrill of competition.  My son who had to limit himself to only four events due to the rules, because he could have done several more.  He could be *that* good.  He wore a uniform.  He was part of the team.



And I think of that year past, I can’t get away from it.  I sit and type with tears in my eyes never forgetting how close I was to putting him in the ground, his body cold and silent.  I remember the terror he had about playing just pick up games of basketball with his youth group.  How he yelled at me how much he hated sports.  Every day was a battle: to put food down his throat, to keep it there, to keep him from cutting too deep, him straying too far.  Being alive was the hardest thing for him.  Keeping him that way took every thought of mine.  My heart now is still broken from the strain.

At the meet, I screamed his name, cheered every step and marveled at how impossible it all would have been a year ago.  Is this the same Vale?  Did a mere 365 days make so much difference?  How can a mother be so thankful to God, so joyous and so incredibly sad all at the same time?

    • #Boys Who Cut
    • #Boys Who Self Harm
    • #Boys Who Were Sexually Abused
    • #Boys With Eating Disorders
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Why boys don’t tell about sexual abuse

**This is not my article.  You can find the original here: Psychology Today.  I think it fully supports my previous blog post.

Published on Psychology Today (http://www.psychologytoday.com)
 

Why Boys Do Not Tell About Sexual Abuse

By Karyl McBride, Ph.D.
Created Nov 12 2011 - 9:49am


 
The dark cloud over Penn State revealing a sexual abuse scandal also holds a painful overcast shade for male victims of sexual abuse. The news of the cover-up and victimization of boys at this prestigious university has understandably caused a flurry of confusion, surprise, and concern for parents, educators, football fans, and all who care about children. Having worked in the sexual abuse treatment field for three decades, I’ve seen the difficulty for boys and men in reporting sexual abuse. Why is this so? Cover-ups, denial, and internalizing feelings seem to dominate rather than vulnerable exposure of abusive acts perpetrated on male victims. In general, people don’t like to believe these things happen. It is difficult to understand that adults can be sexually attracted to children. For most healthy individuals, this concept does not compute. 

But, let’s take a look at why it is particularly difficult for males to report sexual abuse when it involves them. We know from studies done on sexoffenders in prisons, that boys and girls are sexually abused at alarmingly high rates and most are shocked by the statistics. It is also well documented that sexual abuse of boys is underreported. Why?

It is difficult for any child to report sexual abuse because they feel guilty, they may have received threats from the offender, they fear they won’t be believed, and they don’t want to cause family problems. But for male victims, there are additional barriers to disclosure:

1. In our culture, boys are socialized not to be victims. “If I am a victim, can I then also be a man?” Big boys fight back and are not supposed to be victims or it somehow obliterates their identity of “manhood.”

2. Guys are expected still, to tough things out and not ask for help. Fewer men, for example, seek therapeutic treatment and many are still adverse to this concept unless dragged to therapy by their families or spouses. Family therapist, Terry Real, wrote eloquently about this issue in his much-needed book about male depression titled: I Don’t Want To Talk About It. Asking for help is still seen by many males in our culture as a sign of weakness.

3. It’s likely an understatement that our society is still somewhat homophobic? It’s getting better, but we have seen much in the current news about this issue still rearing its ugly head in military circles, same sex marriages, and legislative changes and discussions. So, for a young boy who is molested by a male offender, the issue of sexual identity comes into play. We see young males in therapy asking the question frequently: “If I am abused by a male and I am also male, does that mean I am gay?” Little children, ages 8-10, ask this question frequently in therapy, and teen male victims often just choose to suffer in silence because of this fear. “Will my peer group label me as gay if I tell?”

4. When young boys are touched in the genital area, they can have an erection. It is visible to them, different from female victims. The touching can feel good to both boys and girls and then cause great confusion. “Did I want this?” “If it feels good, is it my fault?” “If there is pleasure, I must be the one in the wrong.”

5. When young boys are sexually abused by female offenders, there is another interesting mind assault. If a young male is getting attention sexually from an older woman, he is often seen as lucky. Boys can be experimental with sex and that is often regarded, as “boys will be boys.” And if the offender is the child’s mother, you can only imagine the difficulty in reporting, and the devastation for the child.

6. Often boys report that they don’t view the sexual acts perpetrated on them as that abusive. They minimize or deny the impact to avoid feelings of helplessness or confusion.

So taking these reporting issues for boys and putting them in the context of the male world of football, one can see the great impediment to reporting something as vulnerable as being sexually abused. If I’m a big tough guy…this did not happen to me. It is more typical for young male victims to use coping strategies like becoming aggressive to overcome the feelings of helplessness, or trying to numb the feelings with drugsor alcohol. In many cases they internalize the trauma and become depressed.

In a college football environment, the players are still young, developing men. The coaches, as well as other instructors, play an almost parental-like role with these young people. The power differential is obvious and the effects devastating when the power of the leader is misused in a secretive, abusive, and flawed manner that actually encourages a wall of silence for compliance that results in reward.

The bottom line is that it is up to adults to protect young people and the need for further education for parents and educators in this arena remains a constant call for clarity and direction. While much has been done in prevention and education regarding child sexual abuse, unfortunately there is more to do. We can start with creating emotionally safe environments for males to disclose sexual abuse and let it be known to boys that this can happen to them too. Boys should be taught more realistic roles to emulate other than the classic tough guy.

And finally, let’s not forget that sex offenders are the prime narcissists in this culture. Their lack of empathy is palpable. They are most concerned with getting their own sexual and power needs met and therefore the impact on the victim… is not on their radar.

(Some resources taken from Virginia Child Protection Newsletter, Volume 29, fall 1989)

    • #Don'T Tell
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Fell Deeds Awake!

“Arise, arise, Riders of Théoden!Fell deeds awake, fire and slaughter!spear shall be shaken, shield be splintered,a sword-day, a red day, ere the sun rises!Ride now, ride now! Ride to Gondor!”― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King

It’s been far too long since I opened this screen and wrote.  And I must acknowledge that I let all of you down by doing so.  I let down the readers that were so faithful and helped grow FTB:FTM into what it is today, let down the boys who are counting on me to be a voice for them and I let down myself by not continuing on this path.  The path got hard.  I got weary.  I sat down, for a long while.  No longer.

Like many others I am completely outraged by the Jerry Sandusky scandal in Pennsylvania.  This is my home state.  This is ‘our’ team.  It happened here.  Moreover, it is yet another egregious perversion by those who volunteered themselves to protect children in the foster care system.  It is yet another example of those who are in power, those who have money, turned a blind eye because it made their lives easier.  I have so much to say about this issue, so many questions I want to ask, but I’ll stick to this one today:  Penn State board of trustees, If you fired Joe Paterno, why did you not fire Tim Curley? or Mike McQueary?

I am not an alumnus of Penn State.  I am not a huge College Football fan.  ”We are Penn State” does not mean me.  But I’m also not living under a rock.  I know who Joe Paterno is.  I know what he stood for and I’ve always admired him for that.  He is quoted to have said, “Success without honor is an unseasoned dish; it will satisfy your hunger, but it won’t taste good.”  These are the core values that has made our country strong.

As you know Paterno has been fired from his coaching position, a position he has held for nearly 5 decades, because the honor he talked about wasn’t fully realized in himself.  Instead of rising up when learning of a horrid injustice, he let ‘the other guy’ handle it instead.  I won’t go into why this was and accuse him of putting his football program over the safety of children, or say he didn’t want to sully himself, I’ll just accuse him of apathy.  Was the firing just?  Yes, I think it was.  He had a large lapse in moral judgement.

But what about the other men?  The Penn State board of trustees had a special meeting and immediately let go the President of the college, Graham Spanier and Joe Paterno.  But what about the athletic director, Tim Curley?  Did they talk about the retirement package of Gary Schultz?  What about the fact that Mike McQueary, the former graduate assistant who looked Sandusky in the eye while Sandusky was raping an approximately 10-year-old boy and walked away, is still employed by the University.  True McQueary did report this to Paterno, but why in the world didn’t he immediately stop this crime?  Why did he not call the police?  And okay, even if we say he was horrified and shocked and that is why his gut reactions where what they were, why did he *never* follow-up on this?  He too let the ‘other guy’ handle it.  Penn State, if you’re going to clean house, then we demand that you clean the whole thing!

Firing Spanier was absolutely just.  He was the president at that time, he knew about the allegations, found them to be “troubling” but simply told Sandusky to not bring his dirty little secrets on campus.  That is morally reprehensible and disgusting.   Firing Joe Paterno was collateral damage and if the school had done so in an effort to restore the Campus’ integrity I would be more for it.  But the method of the firing, the reason for it, leaves much to be desired.  No Paterno didn’t take the moral high road, his apathy makes me scratch my head in wonderment.  He was wrong for not reporting it to, at the very least, campus police.  But Paterno wasn’t a mandated reporter and he followed the letter of the law by reporting this to his superiors.  He should have been the last to have been fired, especially after he volunteered to retire after the football  season and he fully cooperated with the grand jury.  Joe Paterno did not perjure himself, unlike Tim Curley or Gary Schultz.

I sincerely believe that the Penn State board of trustees fired Paterno in an effort to yield to public opinion, not to correct a heinous wrong.  And for that reason, the firing, in my opinion was unjust and leaves a very poor taste in my mouth.

    • #Jerry Sandusky
    • #Joe Paterno
    • #Male
    • #Paterno
    • #Penn
    • #Penn State
    • #Penn State Sexual Abuse Scandal
    • #Rape
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    • #Sexual Assault
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In a dark place today…

So.  My mind is in a dark and agitated place today.  True, I’m really tired.  I haven’t been home all week and I haven’t gotten my daily doses of kisses and hugs and I’m in withdraw.  Because of all of that, I’m a little beside myself about Jason.  His family has decided to have Jason plead not guilty and push the court case.  Thinking of the ramifications of them loosing has me so scared and tearing up at the drop of a hat.  So you have this whole kettle of fish cooking and that does not lend itself well to good responses.

Today I went for our first ‘family’ session while Vale is in treatment.  It went well, nothing seemed a miss and Vale is coming a long nicely.  Something was brought to light today that has taken all the emotionally instability outlined in the first paragraph and turned it on its head.  The therapist mentioned that Vale was expressing struggles with fitting in; he doesn’t fit in the artsy types, the athletic or sports types etc.  I told the therapist that not even a year ago Vale actually was very much into sports and athletics.  But since ED came into the picture, he’s lost a lot of muscle tone, energy, stamina and feels dizzy or tired a lot of the time.  I told him the interest in clothes and whatnot is a relatively new thing.  When Vale joined our session the therapist asked him about it.  He asked whether it was true that the loss of strength and stamina had caused him to shun sports or if he simply grew out of it.  Vale seemed to be unclear (because he didn’t truly know or didn’t want to admit it, I don’t know).  The therapist drew out his pen and suggested that we all pretend that the pen was a magic wand.  If he could wave it and give Vale all his strength and stamina back, if Vale could run like he used too, be fast like he used too, would he want it?  Vale nearly jumped out of his seat with his hand outstretched and said, “YES!  Give it to me!”  Oh that answered so many questions.  Then I started to think, and in my present emotional state, that’s never a good thing.

I started to think about how many things Vale’s perps took away from him, and his love of and ability to perform sports is just another thing.  The more I thought of it, the angrier I became.  The following lyrics came to mind:

And you can’t fight the tears that ain’t coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know you’re alive

And I don’t want the world to see me
‘Cause I don’t think that they’d understand
When everything’s made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

You know what, even if these creeps (and honestly I wish I could find a stronger word to use here) had been arrested and went to prison for the rest of their lives, they could never repay all that they’ve done to my son.  And the only thing that keeps me from hating them is God.  I know that ‘there but for the grace of God, go I’.  They will face their Maker one day, although I would like to arrange the meeting, personally.  I would rather rest in that truth than be swallowed by the anger, that helps no one.  But in my flesh, it would give me so great a pleasure to flay them alive, to hear them scream for mercy and believe me you, they would find none with me.  Told you my mood was dark.

But I guess I’m recovering too.  In the past I would have cranked up Eminem, Pink or Green Day in the headphones and let the anger burn, feeling so righteous in the anger.  I do believe there is a way to be righteous in my anger, but that wasn’t it.  So today, I made different choices.  I worked.  Tried to keep my thoughts right, leaning on God more.  Doesn’t mean I am not less dark feeling, it’s right there, beneath the surface.  I am just not tearing it wide open.  So I’m trading out the Goo Goo Dolls’ lyrics for the following:

Being confident of this very thing, that He which hath begun a good work in you will perform it until the day of Jesus Christ:  Philippians 1: 6 

To me belongeth vengeance, and recompence; their foot shall slide in due time: for the day of their calamity is at hand, and the things that shall come upon them make haste.  Deut. 32:35

Healthier for me and it allows me to pour righteous anger into profitable things, like caring for Vale.  Still… Lord, how about castration via a spoon?  Just that?  Please?

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    • #sexual assault
    • #rape
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A Sad Story from an Unsuspecting Mom

I borrowed this post from the blog 5 Nuts in a Shell

MONDAY, JUNE 6, 2011

“And Then They Stole My Pants, Mom!”

Despite what you may think when reading the title, this post is actually about something very serious that every parent needs to hear.  I hate that I am sitting here typing this, I hate it that I can talk about something like this.  The thing is, no matter how well you watch you kids, things out of your control will happen.  It happened to us today, and they say there isn’t anything I can do about it, but I refuse to sit around feeling helpless, so I am going to tell you what happened to us today so that you can know some of the dangers out there that sometimes we just don’t see coming.  I take no pride in sharing this story, only shame, regret and feeling a bit like a failure from preventing it from happening in the first place.

Warning:  I use a word in this post that isn’t family friendly.  But I have to use it to explain to the full extent of what happened today.

Today, since the boys have been so well-behaved lately, I wanted to take them out to lunch for a treat.  Their favorite place to go is the new Chick-fil-a here in town.  They love the play area and I love it too (despite the germs) because it has big windows all around it and I can watch them play and eat my lunch in peace because I can’t hear them being all loud.  If there is a fight or what-not I can see it or they come out and tattle.  I especially keep an eye out for bullies, since Sam seems to be a bully-magnet.

They ate their lunch super fast so they could go play.  They looked so cute in their little hats.  I snapped this picture for Ben.
Then, while the boys were playing, lunch hour came and it started getting busy.  A bunch of kids came and went in the play area too. One of the kids was a little to big for the play area, like 11 or 12 years old, but he was in there with his little brother and sister (about Sam’s age) and I thought maybe he was just supervising his siblings so his parents could eat in peace.

All the kids had left but my boys and this older boy and siblings.  They all seemed to be playing nice.  Then about 10-15 min later their mom called them out to leave.  I watched them go, then Sam came out without his pants.  I didn’t think much of it, I was only irritated because he is going through that “no-pants” phase, but he had NEVER taken them off in public like this before.  I told him to go get his pants back on.  He tried to tell me something but I ignored him and told him he was in big trouble if he didn’t go get his pants on now.  He went back into the play area and looked around.  Then I had to climb up there and look too.  No pants.

What the heck?  Where could they have gone?

So I asked him.

“The big kid took them!”  He told me tears coming to his eyes.  Alright, I gave him a break.  So I took him up to the manager and told them that some kid took off with Sam’s pants and if they turned up if they would call me.

Sam started crying for his lost pants as I took him to the car.  At first I laughed about it.  Only Sam would lose his pants and get them stolen.  But then I suddenly got this feeling that something was very, VERY wrong.  So I asked him:

“Sam, why did the big kid steal your pants?”

“Because he was hurting my penis and I hit him!” He told me.  Suddenly this feeling of complete sickness and dread filled my complete body and I thought I was going to lose my lunch right there in parking lot.

“He touched your penis?” I asked very calmly, I didn’t want to freak out in front of him.

“Yes, and the little girl pulled my penis!  It hurt!  I kicked and hit and made them go away, but they took my pants!”

My stomach turned again.

Luckily I had a friend with me so she stayed in the car with the baby and Nephi and I took Sam back inside.  I talked to the manager and filed an incident report… which will probably be filed away and forgotten.  I really didn’t know what I could do!  It isn’t like they have cameras in there.  I am sure it happened up in one of those tubes where you can’t see what’s going on.  But you wouldn’t think that children would do that to each other!  And I was right there watching!!

I called my dad, an ex-cop, to know if I should go to the police.  He told me there isn’t any thing that they could do.  No witnesses.  It would be Sam’s word against the other kids, and what parent would believe their “perfect” children would molest other kids in a public place?  He told me that Sam’s reaction depends on how big of deal I make out it.  I told my dad that it was a big deal!  He then said that the best thing I could do for Sam is just to talk to him about not letting people steal his pants and touch his privates.  That he is still young and innocent enough not to let it get to him if I play it cool.  He told me to make sure I play it up how strong and good he was to fight those people who stole his pants.

I realized that he was right.  I could throw a stink about it, maybe they could find the kids from Chick-Fil-A cameras, but there is no proof and Sam can’t talk well enough for people to really understand him.  But what I can do is warn other parents about the dangers of letting your kids play in places you can’t see them at all times.  It hurts my heart to say it, but there it is.  You can’t watch your child ALL the time.  I thought I was.  I was RIGHT there!  But I can’t see them in those tubes at all times.  We often think of teenagers or older people when we think of perverts and molesters.  But sadly, I found out today that children can be perverts and sickos too!

Parents, just be careful and know what is going on out there.  We live in a pretty safe community and I am just sick about the whole thing.  It angers me that I feel so helpless!  If I can stop it from happening to your kiddos just by spreading the news, then I am glad I wrote this post no matter how hard it was to do it.  I feel like a bad mom for not knowing what was going on, but at the same time I don’t know what I could have done differently!  It’s so frustrating!  I know I can’t be there all the time, but I am glad that Sam’s guardian angel was and helped him fend them off when I couldn’t be there.

I sat the boys down after I talked to my dad and we had a little talk about people “stealing pants.”  I told them that if anyone tries to take their pants off or touch them in their privates, that it is okay to hit and kick them and then run and tell mommy.  Sam was pretty happy about this.  Never have I told him it was okay to hit and kick other people, but in his mind I suppose stealing pants is a good a reason if any to open a can of whoop.

So I wanted to make sure he understood me so I asked him:

“Sam, what do you do if someone tries to take your pants again?”

“I will hit and kick them and tell mommy!”

“That’s right!” I told him and gave him a big hug.  But he wasn’t done…

“Then I will get my big gun with big bullets and I will shoot them!  Then I will throw markers at them!!”

I think he got the point… He was more upset about his pants stolen then the other stuff.  I mean, seriously, stealing pants is unforgivable!

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PS- Just for the record, I don’t blame Chick-Fil-A for any of this.  Sam is my responsibly and hopefully this will teach me to watch better and have them in play places with less hiding places.
 

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A brave girl said…

thebeautyinforgetting:

I have come to terms with coming to terms.

I am not afraid anymore. I am going to be okay.

I love it!  Good girl!!!

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