Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Parenting in Our Culture

Hi! I'm Jaci, remember me?

I know, I know, it's been awhile!

I've had a bit of writers block. Perhaps that's a good thing. Might mean my incessant chatter is slowing down a bit! Or maybe not.

Mostly, I just haven't been sure what I feel like writing about. A few things have come to mind but I've refrained. This may surprise you but I don't actually share everything that comes to mind. Some things I don't tell anyone. A few I might share for some support but I don't feel this is the proper place. Some people can take things the wrong way. Another shocker, I know!

Anyway, I decided on something and then before I found the time something else came up that hit one of those buttons for me. I'm guessing most of you have heard about the Stubenville rape case and the two teen "football stars" who were found guilty this week of raping a highly intoxicated teen girl. Oh, and posting the incident on social media... including a picture of her naked. On top of that, it seems a number of other kids either saw or knew about this incident and did nothing. Now, the media sensationalizes everything these days so who knows who knew and what they did or didn't do, but there was definitely some nasty social media stuff and texting going on. Anyway, if you're somehow not up to speed on all this, you can catch up some at the link above. Or google it and read a gazillion articles about it!

The whole "football culture' thing is what caught my attention. For obvious reasons. I didn't buy into that reasoning... again, for obvious reasons (obvious if you have followed some of my other posts anyway) Though it seems there may have been some "covering" going on in the beginning, or at the very least down playing what we now know to be rape. I'm quite sure we haven't been told everything. Out of context reporting of text messages is, well, not exactly a true representation of truth and facts. Were these kids all permitted to run rampant every weekend in this town, drinking and partying and not being held accountable to any rules by their parents or authority figures? Did they say, hey coach, I raped a girl, can you take care of that for me? I mean, seriously?! I personally can't see it playing out like that in real life. That's a prime time teen drama series you watch on the CW each week. It sure makes for a good news story that can make a hefty buck. Stubenville is not the only town in the US that lives and dies for high school football. Bottom line.... the love and "fanaticism" over football does. not. rape. a drunk teenage girl.

Our culture that minimizes sexual assaults and rape of women is what makes these boys and grown men think behavior like this is okay. It seems most of these kids didn't even realize that what was happening constituted rape or that what these boys were doing to this girl was even wrong. Who in their right mind would post it on the Internet if they thought it was wrong or criminal?! They aren't stupid kids. They knew not to drink and drive. Clearly they have been taught right from wrong somewhere along the way and are not a bunch of "thugs". This isn't some hardened gang with criminal records and no responsible adults in their lives. These are teenagers partying. Quite frankly, our society taught them that such behavior towards women is acceptable and that is the real story here.

Don't believe me? Well, our media proved just how embedded this rape culture is in our society. A number of networks seem to be more concerned with the lives of these football stars being ruined than taking this opportunity to talk about how we as a society can prevent these crimes.

I'm guessing they will say they could only talk about the boys who committed the crimes because they can't provide any potentially identifying information about a rape victim. Plus she's a minor, which protects her even more. Wait, nope. They can't play that card since at least one network I've heard of allowed her first name to be said on national television!!!

Honestly, I haven't followed this all that much because I do not watch the news anymore. I can't believe anything they say so it's not worth it to me. But I was floored when I saw some of these reports. Initially I was angry with the parents, even though I can't exactly judge them. I can't say for certain my child wouldn't do something so atrocious some day. I know I'll teach my son to respect women. That doesn't mean he will. I'll teach him that "No" really does mean "No" and if she is under the influence, stumbling or not coherent then that "No" should be implied... and he should ensure she gets home safe. Period. I'll work my butt off to help both my kids understand the dangers of drinking. I know I can't stop them, but I sure as heck can try!

Then I realized that no matter what type of morals I instill in my kids, there are other forces to reckon with out there. The media is a powerful influence. Social media is powerful and scary. Then there's the good ol' peer pressure that seems as challenging to overcome as it's ever been. It gives me anxiety to even think about it all. It takes a special teen to stand up to their peers when no one else is, even if they know it's the right thing to do. I pray my kids grow to become one of those kids I hear about who does the right thing and defends those who can't defend themselves. But I sure can't guarantee it and therefore I can't judge these parents. I'm not in their shoes. Thank God.

Like these journalists, I can feel sad for these boys who were found guilty for their crimes. That doesn't change the fact that they made heinously poor choices. Yes, they were drunk themselves but they didn't think what they were doing was wrong. They were conscious and aware of their actions. Unlike these journalists, I can't think of these boys and "all their potential" more than the girl they raped! How anyone can put them in the spotlight is baffling. Rape and sexual assault should be in the spotlight. Awareness and prevention should be the focus. Resources for girls and women who have been victimized should be at the forefront of the storyline here. It's an opportunity to change the narrative and how we view these crimes. Another missed opportunity. That young girl's life has been irrevocably altered by no choice of hers... and people are concerned about the boys who raped her.

One might say, she chose to drink. Fine, point taken. But I'm guessing anyone who would say that would be the kind of person who feels a woman who dresses "provocatively" is asking to be assaulted. And if that's the case, well, there's nothing I can say to convince a person with that mindset that rape, is rape, is rape and NO ONE asks for it or deserves it. Period. That statement would pass a deaf ear and that is part of our rape culture. That has nothing to do with football. That is precisely what the media has the power to influence. I can't make people view the "rape culture" differently, but the media has the power to influence the masses. And this is how they choose to wield their power. It's pitiful.

I know many people had strong reactions to this case. Clearly I'm one of those people. I think my emotions about this are more personal though. This pushed one of those buttons for me because I was the girl who blacked out most nights in college. I was left at parties by friends not realizing I was blacked out, despite clearly being way too intoxicated to be left alone. I made extremely poor choices, the majority of which I had no idea I was making. I so easily could have been that girl. Heck, I may have been and I still don't know! Now that is scary.

I feel for this girl. I know how she felt when she realized she had no idea what happened the night before. I can't imagine then watching what happened on You Tube or seeing a naked picture of myself and being made fun of about it all on social media! Regardless of her poor decisions that night, she didn't deserve what happened to her. I cringe when I think back to those days and all I can feel is lucky. I feel so very lucky. All the time. I pushed my luck for far too long and am thankful I realized that drinking is simply not something I can do. Not like I did in college anyway. I learned my limit and I don't go over it. Ever.

I also learned that blacking out when drinking is a pretty common thing in my family. Maybe it's simply because of the sheer amount of alcohol we would consume. Maybe it's a genetic thing. Who knows, but blacking out is not a good thing! It sure would have been nice to know this when I was 19. Not that I was mature enough then to do anything different, but I like to think I would have. Now, how to I warn my kids of this family trait...

So for me, not only is this about our rape culture and a blatant disrespect for women being accepted in our society but this is an alcohol issue as well, and obviously that is something I'm passionate about.

I didn't really drink in high school. So I know it's possible to say no to peer pressure! But I don't have the answers. I wish I did. I wish I knew how to convince my kids to never drink. I wish I knew how to warn my daughter about sexual assault and rape without stripping away whatever  innocence she has left at that point when we need to talk about these things.

I have no idea how to instill a strong sense of confidence and self esteem in my kids. I just wish my daughter could hold on to her "I'm a beautiful princess" mentality that she has no difficulty expressing right now! I don't know how to teach my son that women should be respected as I walk past a Sports Illustrated issue in the middle of the grocery store that has a woman's breasts barely covered on the front of it. I have no clue how to protect them from the evils of social media that have turned bullying into an art form and paved the way for true sexual predators to lure in unsuspecting girls who are fascinated by the magic of true love.

Like any parent, I want my kids to do better and be better than I was. I want more for them than I ever dreamed for myself. I don't want them to make the same mistakes I made. Before my kids, I thought I knew so much and what I would do in any given situation. Now that I'm a parent, and I see how the world continues to change and the dangers continue to grow, I can honestly say that I don't have any idea of what the heck I'm doing!

Perhaps working on changing our culture and bettering our world is the best way to parent. Volunteering, advocating, teaching by example. There's so much awful stuff to warn our kids about it's just becoming too overwhelming. I don't know any other way at this point. If anyone has this parenting gig figured out though, I'm all ears! Being a parent is no joke. That's about all I know for sure anymore.

Friday, March 8, 2013

Thank You, Thank You, Thank You Very Much (as I take a bow)

I always thought it would be so cool to have a bunch of buttons of the blog awards I've been honored with, like I see on other bloggers pages. Then I thought, well damn, I don't even know how to grab those darn buttons anyway! But it would still be pretty cool to know at least someone thinks my blog rocks.

Well guess what?! Someone does! Last week I received a message from  Risa at Count My Blessings that I was nominated for the Liebster award. I was pretty psyched. Which you may not think so since this was LAST WEEK, but I swear I was... and still am!

The thing is, I was already working on my who am I, who are you post, with my hell hath no fury in in the works. I was a blogging machine! Then I was away all weekend to celebrate my boy's 2nd bday. The husband is out of the country all week and sooooo, I'm just getting around to accepting this award, which I am quite honored to receive.

Here's how it works. I've got some more questions to answer. Eleven to be exact. Some overlap from my recent post, sorry. Then I have to come up with my own 11 questions and then nominate some blogger peeps I feel worthy of this award. Eleven again. Only issue is, I tend to follow pretty popular blogs and this is more for the "up and comers". And, a number of those with less than a couple hundred followers that I do follow have already received this honor. Guess I have some good taste in blogs to follow, huh?! So, I'll nominate the few I can and if I find some more awesomeness out there, I'll just tag them later. Sound good? Good. Here we go.


1. Why did you decide to start blogging?
Copy and pasting this one...
To keep my self talk from driving me completely insane and to connect with others who are going through similar experiences. I do this for both support and to hopefully help others through being honest about how I am dealing with this thing called life. Before being a mommy I was a therapist (mental health), so it's in my blood to want to help if I can. I also love how we are all connected in some way and blogging often reminds me of that!

2. What is your all time favorite book?
Copy and pasting this one too...
I like easy reads. I LOVE the Harry Potter series and Twilight, Hunger Games and Girl trilogies. I mean LOVE in that I get completely obsessed with them. I ignore my kids, housework, everything... even have the book in front of me while I cook, eat and use the potty. I would put them down to shower and drive, though considered getting them on CD for those purposes.

Recently I loved reading How Yoga Works during my teacher training. I highly recommend it to anyone and everyone.

3. If you could meet any famous person, who would it be and why?
Elie Wiesel. I heard him speak while in college and I was mesmerized. By his story, his struggle for survival, his determination to better the world after the trials he faced and most of all, his forgiveness and faith. There are fewer and fewer Holocaust survivors still alive and while I've been in the same room with many survivors of the Shoah before, I've never sat down and had a one on one conversation with any of these people. To me, these survivors epitomize the Jewish plight for survival as a people and it would be an honor to sit and talk with him for a bit.

4. Who is the person that inspires you the most?
That clear from #3, no? Elie Wiesel... and Mother Teresa. And my mom... all single parents really. It's remarkable what they can do.

5. What is your dream job?
Oh, I have a few....of course I do.
1. Just finished my certification for one of them and have slowly started some work as a yoga teacher. Would love to continue that training though and become a yoga therapy instructor.
2. Running a college campus counseling center. Or even just being a therapist at one.
3. A relief worker. Traveling to foreign countries that are in need of aid. Any type of aid.

6. What is your favorite thing about being a parent?
Getting to see their wonder of life and innocence. Their giggles are rather intoxicating too.

7. What do you do to unwind?
Yoga, blog, go to Target or grocery shopping sans kids.

8. Do you think of Facebook (and other social networking sites like Twitter) as a good thing or a bad thing? Why?
Both.

Good. I have friends and family all over the country. World actually. It allows me to stay in contact because finding time to call and actually be able to hear who's on the other line is nearly impossible.

Bad. So many lies and misinformation is put out there at the speed of light and once it's out there it's hard to take it back. People believe these things and I feel like we are becoming a more ignorant society from it.

9. What is your all time favorite TV show?
Hmmm. Obviously has changed over the years. My favorite at 5 was different at 12, 22 and now! But I'd have to go with Rosewell. Damn, Felicity is up there too. And Friends...

10. Where do you want to be in 5 years?
No matter as long as my husband is sober.

11. What is your guilty pleasure?
Cupcakes and Lattes.

My questions...

1. Do you love to win or hate to lose?
2. Why do you blog?
3. What's one thing you wish was different about the world?
4. What's your favorite quality about yourself?
5. If you could meet anyone, dead or alive, who would it be and why?
6. If you could live anywhere, no extenuating circumstances holding you back, where would it be and why?
7. What's your favorite thing to do in your free time? ...if you have free time :)
8. Would you want to be famous, why or why not?
9. If you could reincarnate as an animal, what would you be?
10. What's your idea of a dream vacation?
11. What's something you try your best to avoid?

And my nominations for the Liebster Award go to....


Martha Stewart Doesn't Live Here
HumanMama
Non-StopMom



Some may have already got this award but didn't have it listed on their page. Either way, they are all great and deserving...check them out :)

Monday, March 4, 2013

Hell Hath No Fury...

- William Congreve, 1670-1729
 


Or more commonly known by the shortened version... hell hath no furry like a woman scorned.

I always felt this saying was all too true. Well, I'm a Scorpio, so it's certainly true for me! Recently though, I've been thinking of this saying in relation to depression.  When I read the original quote, I couldn't help but ponder the symbolism even more.

Depression takes everything from you, not just your ability to be happy. It turns your self love into loathing. "Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned". And it feels a bit like a woman scorned. It hits with a vengeance and it's only purpose is to make you suffer. People don't typically associate this saying with depression or mental illness but I can't help but see the likeness.

A lot of people have been talking about mental health issues lately, since the Sandy Hook and Batman movie murders, but what a lot of people seem to forget are the everyday Jane's (and Joe's) out there, like myself. The doctors and teachers... the Target cashier... lawyer... firefighter... our neighbor's... our friends and so many of us Mommy's. We aren't about to go on some shooting spree and most of us aren't "crazy", well maybe a bit bat shit crazy but not the straight jacket kind people are referring to.  But, we suffer from depression and anxiety and all sorts of other mental health issues nonetheless.

Of all the people out there, I think it's most difficult for mother's to admit and talk about their depression. For one, not only do people lack understanding but they are painfully judgemental when it comes to what a mother "should" be. And well, depressed is not something we are supposed to be. We are responsible for these sweet little angles whose smile could heal any ailment and whose hugs can melt the heart of the most bitter human being. We are blessed. There's so many who can't have kids or afford to adopt and who want what we have. We are responsible for teaching them what happiness is, how to work through sorrows and disappointments in life and everything in between. We can't be depressed because it will assuredly screw them up. Right?! Why on earth did we ever even have kids to begin with since depression has a genetic component and all? Yup, I've read that before. I've read it all and quite frankly, it just makes the depressed mother more depressed! These judgements ring through my head when I'm at my lowest point.

When I'm good, I could care less what the judgy, ignorant species think or say so that's when I'm working to build up those who are listening to these harsh criticisms. To educate and let truth flow! Like now.

Aside from my anger in relation to my husband's alcoholism, I tend to avoid talking about my own issues all that much. I like to focus on the positives, the good parts of life, the ups and downs that come with the insanity of parenthood. I like to focus on bettering myself, not only as a mother but as a human being. There's always room to grow and focusing on the rut you're in simply keeps you in that rut.

The truth of it is though, I've struggled with anxiety and depression since I was a teenager. I've gone many years without needing medication and many years with it as well. I always fight it even when I know I need that pill again. It was no different this time around. My body fought it too. It took four tries before finding one that worked but when I did, I noticed a difference almost instantly, which isn't that common. It usually takes weeks. So, once again I let go of my own "shoulds" and "shouldn't nots" and told myself it was ok if I needed something to help me reset. If it means I can be a better mom, then I'm willing to do anything it takes.

Then I had some side effects, or possible side effects, which gave me an excuse to try to wean off after only a couple months. Not. A. Good. Idea.

I felt like I lost my mind one night. The typical feelings of worthlessness and there's no point to be here feelings came on in a flash after the kids gave me a run for my money all day and I was upset at getting so upset with them. I hate myself when I yell at them over what I feel is really insignificant things. Yes, they need to listen and follow directions and can't expect everything right NOW, and all those things that can lead to self-rightous, selfish little twits who talk back and have no respect and you just want to slap upside the head. But they are 2 and 3 for crying out loud! I can let it go. Really, I can. But even as I hear my not so crazy self talk telling me this, the more neurotic side is in there saying, this is it, if they learn they can walk all over you now then you might as well throw in the towel, you failed as a parent! The neurotic side often wins. That neurotic side is also part my behavior therapist side. But as a mom, I have. to. let. it. go!!!

Like tonight. Which is what brought me back to this post.. which has been sitting for awhile now. It was a yelling day. And night. And I'm feeling like a craptasic mommy. I used the word "craptastic" now 3 times today. Yup, THREE. The thing is, I started back on my little blue pill after the night I lost my mind and my husband looked at me like I was insane. So why the yelling now? I'm feeling good. Better anyway. Maybe I need to take the whole thing since I thought 1/2 was enough (which is what you start with, I didn't just making that up!). Maybe I'm just stressed. Maybe the monsters really were extra difficult today. Daddy is out of town and mommy doesn't throw them around and let them get away with anything. Maybe they just needed to let loose a bit and I was being too anal. I probably was. I can be anal.



I have a hard time finding that happy medium you need as a parent. I lean more towards the, follow the rules and listen to what I say or else sideof things. Odd, since my mom was the complete opposite! Granted, I listened for the most part. She even says she doesn't ever remember me being like these two crazy kids are. Today, I really could understand why my Pap used to pull his belt off when my mom and her siblings misbehaved. I don't condone it, but I understand!

So where do I go from here? Perhaps a full little blue pill will do the trick. Perhaps if I just stop making excuses and get back into my yoga routine more regularly is all I need. There's so many things I want and need to do for me to feel healthy, mentally and physically, but like most mom's I do for everyone else first and think I've been successful if I just remember to eat three meals a day. If I get a shower on top of eating then I'm really kicking some ass butt that day.

Yes, my daughter ass butt now. It's great. No, she didn't learn it from me.

So, to all my mommy's out there who have fought the battles with depression, or anxiety, or any other mental health issue that no one wants to talk about or that people judge you for, you are certainly not alone. Heck, I recently realized nearly every mom blogger or awesome blog page I've visited that the mommy in charge is dealing with some sort of mental health issue! So, alone is one thing I am certain you are not.

Depression doesn't define you... or me. It doesn't make us bad mommy's. It can, but it doesn't have to. I'd rather act like the woman scorned by depression than depression trapping me in "hell".

I don't actually believe in hell, thus the quotes. But this isn't a religious post so that's neither here nor there.

Anyway, I do honestly believe everything is mind over matter. If you want something enough, it will come. Because you will make it happen. Knowing I need a pill from time to time doesn't change that. It just helps me to make the things I want happen!

So, off to do a bit a yoga, because I need it... and I think I won the bedtime battle tonight!