Sibling Sorrow

“You number my wanderings;”

I wonder which number I am on, God … 140? or more like 2,589,380? Why number them?

“put my tears into Your bottle …” Psalm 56:8

Do You have separate bottles for each cause of my tears?

If so, one is definitely labeled Sibling Sorrows. It should be about full by now, holding my tears for the sorrow I feel whenever I watch pain between my children.

We have amazing children. We don’t deserve them, and can’t thank God enough for their lives. Personally, I admire how they valiantly wade through life muddied by hidden disabilities without giving up. Just this spring they proved themselves again, as young adults, playing crucial roles on the search and rescue team for my husband’s lost mind.  I wish you knew them. (If you’re reading this site, then you know something of what they have weathered.)

But they are human too. And you better believe this journey has wounded them. Some of the defenses they formed, against their confusion and pain,  has caused and continues to cause pain to each other. It hurts me to witness it. When they were young, many times I should’ve intervened long before I did. Now I want to fix it (of course) but can’t. Jesus has brought us a long way, but we’ve far to go. I want each one to really BE there for each other (in healthy ways) so they can experience family the way they deeply long for, and God intended … but

anger at the injustices,

confusion about the causes,

mistrust and fear of speaking up,

disappointments over dashed dreams,

pain seeking a blame,

shame and sins …

all these can trigger them. Then, like an armed heat seeking missile with no target to lock on, the closest target within range often is a………SIBLING, who is dealing with their own pain, and cannot absorb more.

Some don’t rant and rave. They retreat … hiding way inside themselves (or others) seeking safety, til there’s no finding them. I miss them, when they do that.

When I cry out to You

THEN my enemies will turn back,

This I know because

God is FOR me.

Ps 56:9

As for me, I will call upon God, and the LORD shall save me.

Evening and morning and at noon I will pray,

and cry aloud,

and

He       shall          hear          my            voice.

Ps 56:16,17

Just had a comforting thought … (thankyou, Father).

Jesus is also their sibling. So technically, spiritually and family-wise (stick with me here) it’s our kids plus one more. Jesus shoulders being Firstborn for my firstborn, He’s the I’ll-defend-you Brother, their enthusiastic-I-want-to-spend-time-with-you-sibling.  AND He is completely healthy emotionally and spiritually — so He can take whatever they give Him without hurting them in return. In short, He is everything they can’t find in each other. He’s the perfect brother, who can and will always show up (no excuses), invest (no matter the cost), listen (with undivided attention), inspire (by example), be patient and kind (in attitude and word), pour life giving words into them when they lose hope, serve (their smallest needs) — and do it all because He is so overwhelmed with LOVE for them (not because He must)….

Thankyou, Jesus. We really need You.

Joan

How to tell the Good from the Bad

Life in the world of bipolar emotions confuses me, which is absolutely NO secret, and never more than when issues of authority are involved. That is how I got into an abusive dynamic in my marriage, and what makes it hard to keep healthy boundaries now.

In contrast, God is NOT confused. He hates leaders using their authority to abuse. It is the opposite of Who He Is, against everything He stands for, and required His Son’s death to conquer. Nothing in the world/dynamics of hidden disabilities changes that (if you’re speed reading, slow down and let that sink in.)

So God has been using Ezekiel 34 to clear up my mental and emotional windshield like (new) windshield wipers. (It’s an Old Testament book, I confess, which I never read in my youth, but LOVE right now.):

He tells abusive authorities exactly where they miss the boat -

“those who are sickly you have not strengthened,

the diseased you have not healed,

the broken you have not bound up,

the scattered you have not brought back,

nor have you sought for the lost;

but with force and severity you have dominated them.”

It helps me to see how mad God was at them … because He is NOT LIKE THAT. He strengthens, heals, binds up, seeks, provides, protects. If you’ve been often mistreated under an abusive authority, even if a mental or emotional diagnosis was involved, you know how easy it is to get confused and shrink from God because He has ALL authority, and that could only mean going from bad to worse.

Is this a part of your story too? Your GOOD Shepherd really understands. He understands those cloudy and gloomy days in your life with abuse that messed with your mind and heart. That’s why He made this exquisite list of GOOD things He longs to do for you with His authority –

  • lead you to rest….wouldn’t that feel wonderful?
  • seek you when you feel lost,
  • bring you back when your thoughts and emotions are scattered,
  • bind you up when you are broken,
  • strengthen you when you are sick…
  • and cause showers of blessing to come down on you.

“I Myself will search for My sheep and seek them out. (He initiates rescue)

As a shepherd cares for his herd in the day when he is among his scattered sheep,

so I will care for My sheep and will deliver them from all the places to which they were scattered on a cloudy and gloomy day…

I will feed My flock and lead them to rest,” declares the Lord GOD.

“I will seek the lost, bring back the scattered,

bind up the broken and strengthen the sick…

and I will cause showers to come down in their season;

they will be showers of blessing.”

Ezekiel 34: 11, 12, 15, 16, 26

From my heart, to yours, about HIS heart for us,

Joan

Slave or Wife?

Jesus knows the abuse in my life … and one of the results is that I can be (wrongly) suspicious of Him, His motives, or His methods. So He keeps healing me in various ways … all of them tender, patient, and consistent. Like this week…

I was reading, “you will call Me “my husband” and will no longer call me “my master”…(Hab.  2:14-16).

And I couldn’t get past that phrase. I’ve read it before, but this week I realized I had alot more fear in me, and that was getting in the way of receiving His love for me. So I had to just soak in the words … wondering, “what’s He saying to me?”

Come on, sweetheart, make the transition, in your head and heart towards Me, from slave to wife…

from duty (as in “I have to or I’ll get punished”) to love (as in “I’d love to!”),

from feeling like My “property” to being My bride, a person,

from “figure out the rules” to “relax in the relationship”,

from “below” to beside Me,

from outside the walls to inner most room (intimacy),

from temporary to permanent (always),

from “can be sold” rejected or removed, to legally family “til death do us part”,

from limited (in what I can say or do) to unlimited access,

from permission (have to ask permission for everything, every act) to freedom,

from used to cherished,

from “what’s good for me” to “what’s good for YOU”,

from NO choice to freedom to choose,

from involuntary subjection  to  voluntary submission,

from chains put on me to rings exchanged,

from being a “thing owned” to being someone treasured,

from bought and bound (bound to answer, respond) to bidden (asked, free to say no),

from obscure to adored,

from serving to served,

from prohibited from to provided for,

from scorned, belittled to sacred, beloved,

from reduced, ridiculed to respect,

from poor to prosperity,

from punishment to protected,

from lowest, least to loved,

from humiliated to honored,

“There is no fear in love for perfect love cast out fear, for fear involves punishment,  and the one who fears is not perfected in love.”  I John 4:18

I love Jesus for thinking that way about me.

feeling less scared, more loved,

Joan

To Be or Not to Be (in an abusive situation)

Peggy asked, “what was the final straw?” I don’t remember it. There were so many. I DO remember a point of no return … where I knew I could lose my home and marriage if I pushed for change. I also learned you gotta be sure and be prepared when dislodging abuse, because you wouldn’t BE in that mess if it were easy for you to know and keep your boundaries in the first place.

That does not excuse the abuser. No way. It just acknowledges the fact that in adult to adult situations (not child abuse) if you are in an abusive relationship, there was some point back there where your boundaries got crossed in a harmful way. Someone’s sinful nature took advantage of their position or power over you, and you did not allow the negative consequences of their behavior to fall on THEM (for reasons you will figure out as you heal).

So now the rut you are in is very deep, and the side’s slippery, and it’s going to cost you an arm and a leg (figuratively) to get out. You may even feel guilty about getting help, because someone who loved you may have warned you about getting into this kind of relationship, and you did not listen. And you may feel you deserve it, because of sin in your life, or you may think it’s what Christ is asking when He said “turn the other cheek,” etc….

I felt all of those things.

To be fair, I did periodically ask for help, but was blown off…which added despair.

Then one day our church did a seminar for leadership on abuse, sponsored by the abuse center in our city. It was startling to hear frank information on abuse, patterns, and statistics showing how things only get worse – not better. That shook my denial.

In addition, our kids got older, bringing their own dynamics into play – which made too many players…I couldn’t “control” the abuse by running interference enough. The stakes got higher. I asked Jesus for a healthy way to push abuse OUT of our lives.

About that time I read the books on Boundaries (in Marriage) by Townsend and Cloud…helping me understand I could change things around myself, by myself, by learning how to have and enforce healthy boundaries, biblically.

And when I was finished living in fear, appalled at what was happening to our children, and tired of waiting for someone to “rescue” me – I asked myself these questions:

What’s the worst thing that can happen (if I put healthy boundaries into play)?
Am I willing to pay that price to be healthy and free (and my kids)?
Is God OK with this plan?

Like a trampled spring and a polluted well is a righteous man (or woman) who gives way before the wicked. Proverbs 25:26

It took a team and years.

I asked the Lord for someone I could trust. I went to several pastors, and several men counselors, who only made things worse. The counselor who finally helped was a woman in our church, who understood the dynamics of mental health issues and abuse.  Jesus enabled her to help me formulate plans at each step along the way out. I eventually disclosed the abuse to several close friends who prayed for me as I drew boundaries. Ultimately, I disclosed to several close men in my husband’s life and asked for their help.

Since then, I’ve found tremendous clarity and healing through the ministry of Mending the Soul, http://www.mendingthesoul.org/ … – they have a great book and workbook that can be done alone or in small group.

Now, years later, my husband thanks me for requiring the changes…for no longer giving way before the sinful choices.  I didn’t see THAT coming  :) .

Hope this helps someone..

— free and loving it, Joan

Sticks, stones and words…

I was grateful for Joan’s post, Admitting Abuse, last week.  She touched on an issue that our family has struggled to address.  Addressing this issue with a child is different than with a spouse.  But I am so aware that how we address this issue in our son’s life will affect how he is as a husband and father one day.

No pressure.

I always try to look at the blessed side of an early diagnosis.  It is sad for your child to have his identity wrapped up in an early diagnosis.  But I have noted two specific blessings.  The first is that he has grown up with meds as part of his life so I don’t fear his deciding one day in his late teens or twenties that he doesn’t need them. There is no question in his mind that he benefits from them.

The other blessing is we addressed some of the early challenges of living with bipolar disorder when he was 1/2 my size.

This particular blessing plays into the follow up to Joan’s post last week.

We confronted the issue of abuse in our home very early.  Jack is the older sibling and in the early days of his journey he could get very out of control at times.  Sibling rivalry is as old as the sun but the level of the exchange can be unusually heated when you throw in unmanaged bipolar disorder.  So those early days when we were trying to establish medical stability were very difficult.  On more than one occasion I had to physically remove this child from his younger brother when he had thrown him to the ground and was assaulting him.

I will never forget a particularly painful conversation after one of these altercations.  When calm had been restored I sat down with my then eight year old son.  I made absolutely clear that if he ever hurt his brother he would no longer live in our home.  Period.  No questions.  No discussion.  This was a hard, fast boundary that was immovable.

It mattered.

What I learned in that moment and the months to follow was the importance of that one very painful exchange.  (What mother wants to ever say this to her beloved child?  How will it affect his security?  How will it affect his understanding of our unconditional love for him?)

The good news is this: It registered.  He heard me.  He understood that I was serious.  And it never happened again.

Oh there were the verbal altercations but there was never another physical altercation like the one that precipitated that discussion.

I am grateful we addressed that early.

But we are still on this road.  We still have to address the abuse issue.  It is just verbal now.

I so agree with Joan that it is hard to know where the lines of sin and disability and choice intersect. Only God understands where those exact lines are drawn.  All we can do as parents is to work to address the issues before us whether we understand all the nuances or not.

So today, we address the verbal issues… the harsh tone, the harsh words, the abrupt interruptions. These we are still working on.

I am told from other dear friends parenting teenagers that they deal with these challenges as well. It is just kicked up a notch when you throw bipolar disorder into the mix.

So here are a few thoughts for those of us parenting children with bipolar disorder and struggling to address the abuse issue in word or deed.

  1. Never allow physical abusiveness.  Ever.  You do not have to tolerate it and the child has to learn other means of expressing extreme emotions.  I have known parents who had to call the police when their teenage sons became physically aggressive.  That is something I have never had to do but have born in mind at moments when it looked like it might become necessary. (Keep in mind my son is no longer 1/2 my size.)
  2. Do not try to address these issues in the middle of a crisis moment.  Be safe. Walk away if necessary.  You don’t have to address every issue at the moment.  But, you MUST address them in the quiet moments that eventually follow. When the remorse comes (and in our experience, it always does) use that moment to continue to teach appropriate responses in those moments of seemingly overwhelming emotion.
  3. Have a backup plan.  Know when to seek help.  We are blessed to be a couple addressing these concerns.  At times I will go to my husband and let him know I need a walk or some other break.  We have learned when one of us asks, it counts as tag – you are in and I am out.  Know when you need to do so. If you are a single parent addressing these concerns, have a couple of people you can call who will come immediately when you do.
  4. Know this is a long road.  I would love to say that we have figured this one out.  But we are still in the process of learning and teaching.  We continue to have to lean heavily into God in the moments of verbal crisis that still occur.
  5. Keep the end in mind.  The end that constantly drives me is the awareness that I want my eventual daughter-in-law and potential grandchildren (assuming they are in our future) to bless us for having addressed this.  When I am tempted to just give it a pass and avoid the conflict, I remember this young woman.  I pray for her.  And I pray for us as we continue to work this challenging area with our son.

I don’t have all the answers.  I wish I did. But I continue to pray for wisdom for us and grace and growth for our son.  God is at work in him and us.  “The LORD will perfect that which concerneth me: thy mercy, O LORD, endureth for ever: forsake not the works of thine own hands.”  (Psalm 138:8)

His handiwork,

Hannah

Admitting Abuse

I was raised with the moral code, “if you don’t have something nice to say about someone, then don’t say anything at all.”

That’s a problem, I came to find out.  God says point blank, “speaking the truth in love, we are to grow up” (Eph 4:15)… and that meant I had to learn some truth is so “not nice”, it must be said – especially when it feels like it can’t be said. In fact, to not mention it is practically lying, depending on how bad things are. Abuse definitely falls in this category.

To quote a friend of mine, “there’s no use planting daisies ‘round a dead rat.” Which is to say, there’s not enough Pretty to cover up Stink.

If you are reading this, and you’re afraid to keep reading – then this is for you, dear one.

One of the dynamics in our marriage was abuse. This is part of our testimony, because it is something Jesus is saving us from. And I do mean “is saving” because we are a work in progress. “When I am tempted to hide or disguise the circumstances of my life when grace was most evident against the background of my sin, let me instead point to my failures to say, “Look what grace did!” (Jennifer Kennedy Dean)  That’s us.

“I did not shrink from declaring to you anything that was profitable….” Paul. (Acts 20:20)

I promised God I would not shrink from declaring to you anything profitable from my own story, as we’ve faced hidden disabilities. (And that in itself is an act of God in my life, I’m here to tell you.) This principle also helped rescue our marriage. I finally did not shrink back from declaring anything that could be profitable to my mate’s health (and by association, the health of our marriage and family). Ultimately, this meant I finally told the truth about the abuse.

Yes, in our case, as most, there were many factors making abuse possible. No, I am not going to address all of them in 500 words or less. I am not that smart, and you would not be that edified. But I am going to tell you two of the reasons I allowed abuse:

I believed the hidden disability caused the abuse, so it was unavoidable, and love required I tolerate it.

Then, I hid the abuse because I felt it would dishonor my husband to disclose it, and God wouldn’t want that.  I was wrong on so many levels….

With such terrible logic, damage kept occurring to our marriage and family (obviously).  Just because chemistry, temperament, heritage (to name a few) prompted reactions, it did not make the words or actions any less harmful. A broken leg is going to hurt and require medical attention, regardless of how it got broke … there’s no getting around it. It was foolish for me (and him) to pretend otherwise. It just about split me in two.

You desire truth in the innermost being, and in the hidden part You will make me know wisdom. (Ps 51:6)  Truth, not duplicity.

Let me be clear: I have no idea where all the lines for disability, sin, and choice intersect. God alone can and will judge that.

But I do know God loved both of us too much to support anything that damaged either of us. Period. Regardless of diagnosis. Like Him, we now love each other too much to hide the behaviors that harm. When they occur, we seek help. 

My husband and I both long for you to know this – God does not support anyone abusing you, regardless of diagnosis. True, your relationship(s) may not survive telling the truth. But if there is abuse present, it will not survive anyway. That’s a given. Might as well give your relationship its only chance – speak the truth in love and get whatever help you need to break free. Please.

My heart is full on this topic, but I will wait to hear if this raises any questions in your mind. Let me know.

Loving and being loved,

Joan