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We consider child abuse, or abuse of any kind including: slandering, gossiping, bashing, or disrespecting another person outrageous and incorrigible. We build our life based on respect and validation. When we are treated badly, we cry - we are abuse survivors. We have been hurt enough.
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The Victim
Silently, she shifts.
Lucky Me!
While I hid in closets and corners,
whimpering and waiting,
dark shadows of night fell
upon your soul
and stole your innocence -
leaving mine whole.
Lucky Me!
While I lingered and listened quietly,
avoiding all attention,
brazen humiliation
broke your spirit
and stole your angel wings -
leaving mine whole.
Lucky Me!
While I found shelter and safety,
protected from welling winds,
ravaging storms ripped and tore
your youthful body raw
and stole your sense of worth -
leaving mine whole.
Lucky Me!
While I slept and dreamed,
under soft silken sheets,
primal screams of pain and fear
pierced the silent night
and stole your identity -
leaving mine whole.
Lucky Me!
@Felicity
good night...
Good night
sweet Ones.
Rest your bodies
in our light.
Trust -
and we shall keep you safe
forever in our sight.
Worry not
for we are
always here,
never far from you all,
Trust -
and your fear shall
disappear.
From reality,
you will
float away
safe, ever safe.
Trust -
and rest innocently
in our embrace.
Morning light
for you all
will bring
innocent fantasy
Trust -
and know our love
inside eternally.
@ felicity
I have a name - it is Jennifer - and I live today inside - silenced by the horror that I hold and protect.
~J
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Blessing to You and Yours'
Felicity
Owner
Ivory Gardens DID Support Group
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Poetry and Lyrics
Recollect the Face of me
Recollect the Face of me
When in thy Felicity
Due in Paradise today
Guest of mine assuredly
Emily Dickinson
Guest of mine assuredly
Emily Dickinson
In this short life
That only lasts an hour
How much - how little - is
Within our power-
Emily Dickinson
I recognize the walls inside me
I recognize them all
I've paced between them
Chasing demons down
Until they fall
In fitful sleep
Enough to keep their strength
Enough to crawl
Into my head
They riddle me to solve
Again and again and again
Natalie Merchant
I recognize them all
I've paced between them
Chasing demons down
Until they fall
In fitful sleep
Enough to keep their strength
Enough to crawl
Into my head
They riddle me to solve
Again and again and again
Natalie Merchant
My Poetry
The Victim
Silently, she shifts.
Solemnly, she sighs.
Battered and beaten,
silently, she cries.
Bewildered she hides
her Self far away,
as we slumber, safe
amid twilight's ray.
Confusion quarrels
probing her dismay.
Should she forgive them,
and just walk away?
If pardon she gives,
And does tolerate,
their wanton abuse
will accelerate.
If she fights and screams,
expressing her rage,
Hell's doors will open
and take her away.
Abandoned, she prays
they recognize her good,
the inner kindness
laid misunderstood.
If you see her eyes,
you will come to know,
the latent victim
of Human ego.
@Felicity
Battered and beaten,
silently, she cries.
Bewildered she hides
her Self far away,
as we slumber, safe
amid twilight's ray.
Confusion quarrels
probing her dismay.
Should she forgive them,
and just walk away?
If pardon she gives,
And does tolerate,
their wanton abuse
will accelerate.
If she fights and screams,
expressing her rage,
Hell's doors will open
and take her away.
Abandoned, she prays
they recognize her good,
the inner kindness
laid misunderstood.
If you see her eyes,
you will come to know,
the latent victim
of Human ego.
@Felicity
Lucky Me!
While I hid in closets and corners,
whimpering and waiting,
dark shadows of night fell
upon your soul
and stole your innocence -
leaving mine whole.
Lucky Me!
While I lingered and listened quietly,
avoiding all attention,
brazen humiliation
broke your spirit
and stole your angel wings -
leaving mine whole.
Lucky Me!
While I found shelter and safety,
protected from welling winds,
ravaging storms ripped and tore
your youthful body raw
and stole your sense of worth -
leaving mine whole.
Lucky Me!
While I slept and dreamed,
under soft silken sheets,
primal screams of pain and fear
pierced the silent night
and stole your identity -
leaving mine whole.
Lucky Me!
@Felicity
good night...
Good night
sweet Ones.
Rest your bodies
in our light.
Trust -
and we shall keep you safe
forever in our sight.
Worry not
for we are
always here,
never far from you all,
Trust -
and your fear shall
disappear.
From reality,
you will
float away
safe, ever safe.
Trust -
and rest innocently
in our embrace.
Morning light
for you all
will bring
innocent fantasy
Trust -
and know our love
inside eternally.
@ felicity
A Message to Felicity
From Usez
we luv yu vewree much an we fownd this pikshur jus fow yu
hee hee
bi usez
From Usez
we luv yu vewree much an we fownd this pikshur jus fow yu
hee hee
bi usez
Help Stop Child Abuse
Many of us are still here, standing in an old graveyard hidden from the world, or in a basement, or
shelter, or in their own homes - some being sold.
Help them by reaching out to support you(s) - gain your own strength, and help those who just need one hand and one voice to listen to the truth - yours'.
Help them by reaching out to support you(s) - gain your own strength, and help those who just need one hand and one voice to listen to the truth - yours'.
I have a name - it is Jennifer - and I live today inside - silenced by the horror that I hold and protect.
~J
My Story
I was the oldest of four siblings. As a small child, I was beautiful - special, but always oh so sad and alone.
They dressed me beautifully. Men came and took pictures of us. We posed pretty, just as we were told. We smiled for the cameras, remembering little else.
They dressed me beautifully. Men came and took pictures of us. We posed pretty, just as we were told. We smiled for the cameras, remembering little else.
We were still small when the dad left. The mom physically and emotionally abused, as well as neglecting us. We were scum.
The past forgotten....by eight years old, we became the caretakers for our younger siblings. We paid the bills and kept the house clean. We rarely attended school. It was more important that they went.
We had no friends.
They hid a lot and stared into space - sometimes, for days on end. The sad and scared ever growing inside. The memories fading further away.
We all learned that we could go away with the memories - that there was no help for us. We didn't have friends.
The teen years were difficult - we knew the secret of how to 'break lose' of our pain, and it remained a part of our world.
One day, a young adult emerged - with a smile - beautiful and free. Totally oblivious to most of her days and nights. She never knew the secrets they held - the littles inside who protected her.
The dad took her at night - you know - he always had. She never knew. The sad was so overwhelming - it turned to a kind of calm acceptance that she was truly damned. He had taught us well.
Inside we were alone, silenced, damned, worthless, and expendable. We were trapped in a world of Hell.
The past forgotten....by eight years old, we became the caretakers for our younger siblings. We paid the bills and kept the house clean. We rarely attended school. It was more important that they went.
We had no friends.
They hid a lot and stared into space - sometimes, for days on end. The sad and scared ever growing inside. The memories fading further away.
We all learned that we could go away with the memories - that there was no help for us. We didn't have friends.
The teen years were difficult - we knew the secret of how to 'break lose' of our pain, and it remained a part of our world.
One day, a young adult emerged - with a smile - beautiful and free. Totally oblivious to most of her days and nights. She never knew the secrets they held - the littles inside who protected her.
The dad took her at night - you know - he always had. She never knew. The sad was so overwhelming - it turned to a kind of calm acceptance that she was truly damned. He had taught us well.
Inside we were alone, silenced, damned, worthless, and expendable. We were trapped in a world of Hell.
We did finally break free. Ran, hid - never returned. Life was so happy.
Then the memories came, slowly seeping in. All the strange emotions we never felt - we fell apart. The things we were being shown by those inside could not possibly be true. Not about us - we had a happy family. We were pretty in our pretty dresses, smiling for the camera. Or, were we? We couldn't remember. We were in denial and still are sometimes.
During our 50's, we fell apart while working. The memories and emotions were too much for us to cope with. We entered a good trauma hospital and found a wonderful T, who we have been with for the past 5 years. If not for her, this support group, my sons, and friend, I know that I would not be here today.
We have hurt ourself hundreds of times, attempted suicide, struggled with eating disorders, flashbacks, major depression, mania, a range of emotions we never knew, memories, and more. We are reliving the hell we had for so long hid from each other.
We are diagnosed multiple, Complex, PTSD, ED, Mood Disorder. We have worked hard through the difficult struggle to heal. We know that we will someday be free. They can't hurt us anymore. We are strong. We survived once. We can do it again. We will be free.
Then the memories came, slowly seeping in. All the strange emotions we never felt - we fell apart. The things we were being shown by those inside could not possibly be true. Not about us - we had a happy family. We were pretty in our pretty dresses, smiling for the camera. Or, were we? We couldn't remember. We were in denial and still are sometimes.
During our 50's, we fell apart while working. The memories and emotions were too much for us to cope with. We entered a good trauma hospital and found a wonderful T, who we have been with for the past 5 years. If not for her, this support group, my sons, and friend, I know that I would not be here today.
We have hurt ourself hundreds of times, attempted suicide, struggled with eating disorders, flashbacks, major depression, mania, a range of emotions we never knew, memories, and more. We are reliving the hell we had for so long hid from each other.
We are diagnosed multiple, Complex, PTSD, ED, Mood Disorder. We have worked hard through the difficult struggle to heal. We know that we will someday be free. They can't hurt us anymore. We are strong. We survived once. We can do it again. We will be free.
Today, we hold degrees in psychology, writing, language arts, English, and a MA in education. We teach special education. We are not working now - as we are recovering - putting together teams. We research, write, and work on healing.
I help in anyway I can those who have also been abuse. Abuse is abuse and leaves lasting scars. Survivors will never get their childhood back, but can heal and help others. Find your voice - the littles inside as well as out call for us.
I help in anyway I can those who have also been abuse. Abuse is abuse and leaves lasting scars. Survivors will never get their childhood back, but can heal and help others. Find your voice - the littles inside as well as out call for us.
We cannot help others until we ourself are healed. We are here to support.
My Media
Child Abuse/Information Videos
Dissociative Identity Disorder Support Group Information
About our Support Community:
Ivory Gardens Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID) Support Group
Our Mission Statement:
Our mission is to provide a unique learning environment. We respect, support and learn from each other to reach a better understanding and acceptance of the difficulties we face everyday. Achieving our mission requires cooperative collaboration amongst members and administrators. Adequate guidelines are clearly stated to ensure members maintain the dignity and confidentiality of the boards. Administrators closely monitor all group discussions, maintaining a safe and supportive environment for all members. As a friendly and compassionate community, we support and validate each other as equally special and significant.
We are looking forward to meeting you all. Stop by and take a look at the boards and see if joining either or both might be beneficial to you. Both board are private - you won't see your posts in any search engines. You will, however, be able to see enough of each board to get an idea of what they offer.
If you have any questions or concerns, please email me, and I will help you.
Ivory Gardens Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID) Support Group
Our Mission Statement:
Our mission is to provide a unique learning environment. We respect, support and learn from each other to reach a better understanding and acceptance of the difficulties we face everyday. Achieving our mission requires cooperative collaboration amongst members and administrators. Adequate guidelines are clearly stated to ensure members maintain the dignity and confidentiality of the boards. Administrators closely monitor all group discussions, maintaining a safe and supportive environment for all members. As a friendly and compassionate community, we support and validate each other as equally special and significant.
We are looking forward to meeting you all. Stop by and take a look at the boards and see if joining either or both might be beneficial to you. Both board are private - you won't see your posts in any search engines. You will, however, be able to see enough of each board to get an idea of what they offer.
If you have any questions or concerns, please email me, and I will help you.
Help Stop Child Abuse
Blessing to You and Yours'
Felicity
Owner
Ivory Gardens DID Support Group
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