Wednesday, October 26, 2011

...as I bloom into the beauty of my own ROSE, I will help other victims of Domestic Abuse

Art by Octavia Wright/Slogan by Erin's Echo & Adrienne Goodwin Litmon of Diamond's House
 
“Like a flower, bloom into the beauty of you…petal by petal. Break the silence!  Stop the violence! You are a precious gem”. ~Diamond’s House~


It took many years, in fact, it takes every day of my life…to break that familiar cycle, but I am blooming into the beauty of myself.  Are you stunned? Is it hard to believe? You just never know, huh? A person’s history?!  What they have been through in life. You sit and envy them…from the outside looking in…wanting what they have, not aware that the “beauty” you see is make-up to cover black eyes and bruises. The smile you see is to cover the insults and belittling. The person you sit next to everyday could be an abuser or the abused. 


In the movie for colored girls, Jo states that Crrystal was her assistance for over 8 years and she never knew she was abused. Maybe it is because (1) Jo did not know the signs or (2) Jo was in denial that she too was being abused and being an abuser. 


There are so many misconceptions about domestic violence, but the biggest one is IT IS PHYSICAL. Not all forms of domestic violence are physical. Not all who are abused are female and adult. YES, men are victims of domestic violence, as well as children. Any form of harmful control, verbal belittling, pushing, or shoving is abuse.  A parent who stays with an abuser, subjecting their child to the abuse, abuse their children. Ask me how I know? I will tell you! 


from Dear God: My Life as a stepchild by Erin Adams-Phillips “For some families, divorce is difficult; however, for us—especially my sister Bonita and me—it was a relief. Bonita and I are 2 years apart in age and had to rely heavily on each other in difficult family times. Our bond is very strong; she is more than my sister, she is my best friend. I can vividly remember how the two of us would pray to God that our mother would leave our father.

Erin with sister Bonita
Though all of us have very good relationships with both of our parents today, that was not always true about our relationship with our dad. For our family, our parents remaining married was a nightmare. We grew up in a home where there was domestic abuse—verbally, physically, and emotionally (http://www.examiner.com/x-12866-Domestic-Violence-Examiner )”.


Abuse can affect a child in many ways. They can become an abuser, become the abused, or just have un-faced demons from that environment. In the movie adaptation of for colored girls, when Beau dropped the kids from the fifth-floor window, Gilda told Crystal she HAD to accept responsibility. It would be up to Crystal how much of the blame she took, but she was responsible in part for the murder of her children by the hands of their father. 
When is enough enough? How does one know their breaking point? “What do I do? My children are depressed and I have nowhere to go!” “I deserve this! I provoked him/her! I have to do better!” “No one understands!”  Don’t judge them! Don’t label them. GIVE THEM HOPE! 


I lived in a home where domestic violence was like a delicacy. I saw so much domestic violence I thought it was “normal”. When I first saw two spouses that didn’t fight, I was like “What’s wrong with yo parents, gull?!” Through it all, I have learned that being abused doesn’t make a person weak…being an abuser does and there is help and hope for both the abuser and the abused. 


I lost a cousin in March 1998…yes a MALE cousin. He was killed because “she” felt if she could not be with him, no one else could be with him. Not his mother; not his father; not his children—including her own--; not his sisters…brothers…NO ONE…so she gave our family a life sentence when she took his life from us; the people who loved him.

How many of you have buried a loved one because of domestic violence? How many of you know a person being abused and says, “She must like that shit; she stays!” How many of you know the stats? Domestic Violence Statistics (2011) reports, 


  • Every 9 seconds in the United States, a woman is assaulted or beaten.
  • Domestic violence is the leading cause of injury to women—more than car accidents, muggings, and rapes combined.
  • Studies suggest that up to 10 million children witness some form of domestic violence annually.
  • Nearly 1 in 5 teenage girls who have been in a relationship said a boyfriend threatened violence or self-harm if presented with a breakup.
  •  Every day in the US, more than three women are murdered by their husbands or boyfriends.



Are you an abuser? Are you abused? How about someone you know? How many of you know the signs? HelpGuide.org (2011) informs us of the signs: 

Do you:
  • feel afraid of your partner much of the time?
  • avoid certain topics out of fear of angering your partner?
  • feel that you can’t do anything right for your partner?
  • believe that you deserve to be hurt or mistreated?
  • wonder if you’re the one who is crazy?
  • feel emotionally numb or helpless? 
Does your partner:
  • humiliate or yell at you?
  • criticize you and put you down?
  • treat you so badly that you’re embarrassed for your friends or family to see?
  • ignore or put down your opinions or accomplishments?
  • blame you for their own abusive behavior?
  • see you as property or a sex object, rather than as a person?
Your Partner’s Violent Behavior or Threats Your Partner’s Controlling Behavior
Does your partner:
  • have a bad and unpredictable temper?
  • hurt you, or threaten to hurt or kill you? 
  • threaten to take your children away or harm them?
  • threaten to commit suicide if you leave?
  • force you to have sex?
  • destroy your belongings?
Does your partner:
  • act excessively jealous and possessive?
  • control where you go or what you do?
  • keep you from seeing your friends or family?
  • limit your access to money, the phone, or the car?
  • constantly check up on you?
Can you see them? Hear them? Their cries? Their whispers? Will you help them?
I will help them. “Until violence stops, Diamond’s House will be there to offer SHELTER and HOPE!”~ Diamond’s House, Inc. ~

As a volunteer of Diamond’s House, I have joined in the fight to break the silence and stop the violence. I ask each of you to join me by becoming a sponsor to Diamond’s House or any organization that offers that hope to a person in distress. All we have are each other. Help someone to bloom into their beauty. 

Diamond’s House is an all volunteer organization and a 501(c)(3) non-profit corporation with the IRS. All donations are tax deductible under the federal law.

Phone: (757) 535-0924; email: DiamondHouse01@gmail.com; website: www.diamondshouse.org; or mail: Diamond’s House Inc.—P.O. Box 7697, Portsmouth, VA 23707.

Let’s fight the good fight TOGETHER to break the silence and stop the violence! You are not alone!

Further reading suggestion:   http://adriennelitmon.blogspot.com/



Erin Adams-Phillips ©2011. Erin’s Echo. All rights reserved.

Sunday, October 9, 2011

...thank you for watering my roses

© 2009, 2011 by Erin Adams-Phillips, Erin’s Echo. All rights reserved.

People are often intrigued when I state there is a difference between nude and naked; self-image and self-esteem. Well, I am no ordinary person. One of my all-time favorite quotes is, “You were born an original; don’t die a copy” ~John Mason~.

I have always and I will always be my own unique person, living in my own little unique world, which is just a spot in a world normalized by society. Still, I must water my roses. My hope is that I, too, water your roses as you in turn water my own.

Nude versus naked

I am a very spiritual person ~note I did not say religious~. Though many of the things I write will have a biblical or spiritual sense, I am not being bias. As you read with me, remember, you are in that spot…my own little unique world. My thoughts. My whispers. My cries.

Nudity is a form of art. It was originated by God. It is meant to be seen without embarrassment or shame. In a moment’s instance, a husband can make a wife or a wife can make a husband go from being nude to naked. How so?

In the Garden of Eden, Adam & Eve were both nude before they ate from the tree of knowledge of good & bad. Genesis 3:10, 11 states how Adam hid himself from God because he was “naked”. Naked equates to shame or not wanting another to see your uncovered body. If you were at your home in the shower, would you not be uncomfortable if a stranger entered your home and saw you in the shower? You will quickly cover yourself and chances are you will not feel secure.

When you are nude, you do not feel the shame nor embarrassment. A spouse may tell the other spouse how beautiful they are in their nudity. There is no shame about size, color, or scars. They make the other feel handsomely beautiful & adorably beautiful in their nudity. Isn’t that a great feeling? To be able to embrace the nude self…without fear …to feel secure in it? Loved in it?

Self-image versus self-esteem

Among women mostly, we are quick to say, “She has low self-esteem”. A woman and man can have great self-esteem and poor self-image. What is the difference in Erin’s world? Self-image is the visual self whereas self-esteem is the mental self. One can be very aware that they are attractive, yet still detest parts of their body (self-image). They may not like their nose, their hair, the size of their breasts, their height…any physical image of self is a lack of loving one’s self-image.


You can see the damage to my lip here

Who is better to use as an example than myself…I have average self-esteem. I am not conceited. I am not arrogant. I like to describe my physical features as a “gowitable” person. I do not think I am pretty. I do not think I am ugly. I’m average. Still, as a 9-month old child, an accident left me with a forever scar on my already full lips. In 2006, a car accident burst that same lip causing damage that could not be repaired even by cosmetic surgery. After three consults, the surgeons stated, “It would only make it worse”.  I still struggle with those scars. I refuse to wear colored lipstick. My lips don’t need any help getting attention. That is a lack of loving my self-image.

A woman who has breast cancer and must have a mastectomy may have great self-esteem, but battle self-image. She may feel less than because she does not have her original breasts. The scars may bother her and she may be misconstrued as having low or no self-esteem.

The average height of a male is approximately 5 feet 9 inches tall. Therefore, a male that stands 5 feet 4 inches may feel intimidated by women who are 5’6 or taller. They may have average self-esteem, yet have a lack of love for their self-image.

Bridging the gap

How does the two tie together? When a person looks at you and sees your heart, nothing physical matters. I teach my kids (I even went as far as writing a song for them entitled, “Beauty Comes from Within”), that it doesn’t matter what you look like…it doesn’t matter if a person says “you are so cute!” It doesn’t matter if a person says, “your body is banging!”. It doesn’t matter if a person says, “you have the prettiest hair!”. All of that is irrelevant if that person does not see your heart. Your heart captures the essence of your beauty.

My husband & me
So, who cares if I don’t like the scar on my lip? I am loved by a man who loves my lips, scars and all. He traces them with his fingers. Smiles when I talk. He makes me feel beautiful. I embrace my nudity in his presence, because I know that he sees my heart; my physical characteristics are only added bonuses.

People, remember that your brain serves as the birthing & resting place of your thoughts. Compare them to a garden. If you plant roses in a garden, you grow roses. If you plant NOTHING, you grow WEEDS. Weeds are troublesome & unsightly. Thank you for watering my roses.





Musical Inspiration for today:

Musiq Soulchild- Don't Change









Musical Inspiration for today:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TzBD8t0sB-4&ob=av2n

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

...why you wanna place labels on me & my personalities :)

2011© Erin Adams-Phillips. Erin’s Echo. All rights reserved.


Erin ~smile~
As I sit here in this cold, white room, I ask Miselph, “Selph, why is it you HATE hospitals? Have you always been this way?” Selph chuckles, but understands that I must remind myself how I got & why I got to this point in order to face my demons & overcome them.

Selph replies, “You are far too hard on yourself, Erin. Your issues with hospitals started in 1998. Too many people you loved walked in them and came out in body bags. You lost trust in doctors and you became uncomfy with hospitals”. 

“Well it’s no secret that I am stingy with my trust. The incident with Missy didn’t help me much, huh?” I ask Selph.

“No way, chica! In fact, that really added icing ~sugar free of course~ to the cake. Seeing her like that…one nanosecond from death…WOW!” Selph confided to me.

“Okay, so, we know my issues…we know why…how do we deal?” I ask Selph.

Miselph aka "Selph"
“Erin, there is one thing over all things you pride yourself on…In fact, that is probably the only EARTHLY characteristic that makes you so YOU…so UNIQUE. You have locked it away lately. You need to ask ME why; because until you deal with that, I really can’t help you,” Selph sighed.

I look in the mirror…~kissteeth, rolleyes~ . I hate when I’m pale…and I hate even more when I lose weight in my damn face! Why can’t there be a button that you push to direct the weight loss?  If my ass was as cute as my face, I’d totally swap them. I have a fat ass and a skinny face.

Dedee
Selph sighs and shakes her head. She is very AWARE ~hint hint~ that I am avoiding what needs to be addressed. She frowns at the image in the mirror. I look down embarrassed. It is ironic how my shyness takes over when I am faced with a task I’m not ready to tackle. Before I know it…dare I say, before I can conceal her, Dedee who refuses to say things to me in my mind says, “Erin you are one weird chic!”

“Shut up, Bitch! Go back to your cage! Geesh! I can’t stand your asse!” I say and like clockwork, the nurse walks in and Dedee laughs. I totally can’t stand that chic!

Nurse puzzled, “Erin?” 

I smile. 

“Are you okay?” she inquires.

“You tell me!” Dedee says for Erin. Dedee hates when people ask stupid questions. I’m trying so hard to push her back in her cage. She is a threat to my professionalism. 

“Aw, honey,” she says, “the Doctor will be with you shortly”.

Rebbie
“Okay, thanks. May I have a blanket or something? I’m cold,” I ask politely, but Dedee is taping my foot 90 to nothing while Selph is fighting to keep Darlene from grinding my teeth! The nurse brings me a blanket. It is so warm and Dedee ass forgot to close the gate! Rebbie Slick smiles, “Thanks, Girl for this heat, Boo! We overdue too, E! What’s up with that?”

I place my hands in my head. Now, I love Rebbie…that’s my cat, but this chic emerges at the wrong time all the time. I never argue with her. I never win. Her control over me is not mental…it’s not emotional…it’s not personal…in fact, she is the happiest of all of my SELFs ~chuckles~…and she is my favorite alter-ego ~with her real sexy self~.  I’m just glad that unlike Dedee real ghetto self, that Rebbie is very reserved and down to earth. “Chill Rebbie, I got you, Boo!” She laughs, but she trusts me TOTALLY. 

I look over at the mirror and Selph smiles. I roll my eyes, but re-engage in my conversation with her. 

“I hate when people place labels on things you know? “ Selph just looks to let me know she understands. “I hate when people try to figure me out. I hate when people say I over analyze things. I’m damn near deaf for God’s sake. I look for consistency…if I don’t see it, you just plain damn sheisty to me, you know?”  Erin tells Selph.  “Earlier; that characteristic,” I say in a very soft voice, “it’s my self-awareness”.

Selph beams like a proud mama! See, I have always prided myself on being self-aware. It is my most loyal trait. To know myself.  Being self-aware is the reason I have succeeded in the specialty of Project Management within the Information Technology field. I am aware of and I embrace my strengths and my weaknesses. I am a LEADER. I am such a great leader, that I have no issues with following. I just know who to follow and when to follow them.  Of all the years I have worked in PM, I have had ONE failed project ~applaud~ and that is because the Sponsor was technical-illiterate, bless her heart! 

Darlene
I hate people saying I am OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder). OCD is so very misunderstood. It is a MENTAL ANXIETY disorder. OCD has nothing to do with a person’s thought process. People who wash their hands 1800 times a day are considered OCD. People who needs a clean home or clean all day are labeled OCD. I am not OCD. Crazy maybe; but OCD; naw!

I am just very damn self-aware. I am aware that my time management sucks. It sucks so badly that I’m just trifling with it. When I am headed to Alabama ~Dedee is giggling~ my family will call me 100 times, “Where are you?” Kentucky. “You were in Kentucky 4 hours ago!” I know ~Dedee is laughing~. I never said what part. I’m just over the bridge from Northern Kentucky (NKY).  So when they first ask, I am in NKY chilling or something.

So, I like my kitchen arranged in a certain order. Why?; because I need to know where everything is. It is a major pet peeve for people to ask me, “Dee where is this?” “Mommy where is that?” SMDH

I have my clothes arranged in a certain order in my drawers & closet. If a shirt is missing, I know one of my kids have been in my drawer. I know when someone has taken a picture off my refrigerator. I know when someone has been in make-up or shoes. I know when someone has been in my can goods. I know when someone has been in my cold-cuts. I know when someone has used a blue dish, mocha dish, or a clear dish. WHY?; because I have a certain system of arranging things in my kitchen. If you don’t live with me, you don’t need to know my damn system. I have a system for the laundry. I know when people have been digging through dirty clothes. I know when someone tried to do the laundry!  It’s not OCD. It’s organization. My house is not spotless. It is very lived in…it is unbecoming, but I do not play that dirty kitchen, dirty bathroom hoopla! I do not wake up and wash dishes before cooking breakfast. If I come downstairs and the kitchen is dirty (especially after I cleaned it), I will NOT cook breakfast! That is so against the law of Dedee. I don’t like hair in the tub/shower. I don’t like toothpaste spilled. I am allergic to dirty toilets! There is not a day that the kitchen and bathroom should skip a cleaning. That is NOT OCD; that is principle! 

Nire
Selph shakes her head, but understands that I totally diverted the topic to avoid dealing with what I totally need to deal with at this moment. I smile at her for being patient with me. I tell her, “Selph, people can’t help who they love…but they can help how they love. There are just some things in life we don’t control. We will love, we will hurt, we will heal, we will hate, & we will die. Isn’t it ironic, out of all of those things, the one I fear most is love?”  Selph shakes her head to let me know she understands. Together we both recite Nire, 

When I love, I love hard…I give all of myself. It is my nature… my character, my person…my WHO I am; therefore, when I hurt, I feel the pain of 20 million women….wronged by 100 million men! My tears are in abundance and my heart aches uncontrollably; creating a clash of tidal waves in my bloodstream…shaking up my Earth and chilling my heated emotions. I am the originator of rivnamiquakes. I have cried a river and put fear in the heart of those who wronged me”. 

The doctor walks in, “Hey, Erin; sorry to keep you waiting! How are you?”

Dedee says, “OH BROTHER!”

~to be continued~