Fucking coward
Today I sat across from a woman who had been beaten. A lot.
It awoke in me anger that I thought had a pretty good cap on it. Not a cap sealed by avoidance or denial (at least not consciously anyway). I learned today that my upbringing, in regards to anger, bypassed rational thought or constructive eruption and went straight to physical explosion. I've alway been aware that I was taught to express anger in the form of physical rage, I just never officially realized what all was in the middle that I was missing.
Today my compassion for batterers was knocked down a notch. That was a surprise to me. I'm not sure it will be permanent, I just know where it is right here, right now.
Today, for the first time, I looked back at my old job and questioned the therapeutic compassion I had for them.
Right now, I can only see the weak, pathetic fucking scaredy cat cowards that they really are.
I find myself wanting to be the ever politically correct, proper, compassionate person that I've always been and make sure to put "people" first...ya know, "people" with disabilities, "men" convicted of domestic violence, etc. You would never hear me use the term "batterer" b/c it dismisses the person and reduces them to a label.
Batterers are fucking cowards with large fists. They are scared out of thier minds. Right now I can see them only as pathetic. When confronted, they simply dissolve into fear ridden little boys.
It's just too bad they have to create such a god damn mess on the way there.
Today is a day in which I choose to let go of understanding. Domestic Violence, what is that term anyway...it should just be referred to as beating the fuck out of people (BTFOOP rather than the watered down DV acronym). Anyway, Beating the Fuck Out of People is not something that can be thought about rationally. It is not rational. It's not logical. It's not something to be understood. It does not occur from the neck up, it festers below the neck and oozes out of various places.
Whew, I feel a lot better.
It awoke in me anger that I thought had a pretty good cap on it. Not a cap sealed by avoidance or denial (at least not consciously anyway). I learned today that my upbringing, in regards to anger, bypassed rational thought or constructive eruption and went straight to physical explosion. I've alway been aware that I was taught to express anger in the form of physical rage, I just never officially realized what all was in the middle that I was missing.
Today my compassion for batterers was knocked down a notch. That was a surprise to me. I'm not sure it will be permanent, I just know where it is right here, right now.
Today, for the first time, I looked back at my old job and questioned the therapeutic compassion I had for them.
Right now, I can only see the weak, pathetic fucking scaredy cat cowards that they really are.
I find myself wanting to be the ever politically correct, proper, compassionate person that I've always been and make sure to put "people" first...ya know, "people" with disabilities, "men" convicted of domestic violence, etc. You would never hear me use the term "batterer" b/c it dismisses the person and reduces them to a label.
Batterers are fucking cowards with large fists. They are scared out of thier minds. Right now I can see them only as pathetic. When confronted, they simply dissolve into fear ridden little boys.
It's just too bad they have to create such a god damn mess on the way there.
Today is a day in which I choose to let go of understanding. Domestic Violence, what is that term anyway...it should just be referred to as beating the fuck out of people (BTFOOP rather than the watered down DV acronym). Anyway, Beating the Fuck Out of People is not something that can be thought about rationally. It is not rational. It's not logical. It's not something to be understood. It does not occur from the neck up, it festers below the neck and oozes out of various places.
Whew, I feel a lot better.
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