Tired and Triggered

    Rough couple of days; I attended a funeral yesterday for one of my uncles, who was a good man.  I wasn't really close to him but in the very large family on my father's side we had family reunions once or twice a year, and many baby and bridal showers for cousins as we grew up.  He was a quiet, softhearted person and his children spoke of him with great love.  It was very evident that he guided his family with love.  During the viewing beforehand I became aware that an uncle who lives in another state was there, and he is the first one I connected to being sexually abused.  My mother and a couple of my brothers were there at that time and she acted like absolutely nothing was wrong and was smiley and huggy with me--consistent with how she changes in public.  I think I handled myself well; my husband asked me at one point if I was okay and I said I was. Afterwards we went to lunch and I felt like I was kind of in shock and was very tired when we went home.  He told me he was worried about me being triggered being around my siblings and mother when I told him I wanted to go and honestly I hadn't really thought about it.  I just didn't want to be in a position where I was reliant on any of them for a ride there or back.  I wanted to pay my respects to a good man and show support for my aunt and cousins. It didn't dawn on me for a minute that this other uncle would be there, so that threw me a little. I will post more about my reflections from the funeral tomorrow.

    Today at church was the annual children's program where the children's organization does a presentation for the rest of the congregation as our worship service.  It was beautiful and sweet.  I found myself crying during one of the songs called "Heavenly Father, Are You Really There?" and realized that my inner child was very triggered.  I felt like I was little again and desperately praying to God for help and trying to feel some sense of being cherished and special.  I'm struggling with the fact that I wasn't protected from the sexual abuse, and that my mother was so abusive in other ways.  No one rescued me from my situation.  I guess I need to focus on the fact that I made it through all of it, and maybe it was divine intervention that helped me get through, but I often wonder why I was put in those circumstances in the first place.  I was sitting on the stand to the side during the program because I am the organist for our worship service, so in a way I felt like I was one of the children in the program, remembering times when that was me and seeing my parents faces watching me.  There was always a nonverbal sense of them watching that what I said and the way I acted gave any indication made them look good.  One of the songs talks of "parents kind and dear" and that was a further trigger.  At the end of the song there is a phrase about heavenly glory being ours if we can but endure. I found myself thinking, "When is it enough?  I've been enduring all my life."  I'm tired.  I've always pushed forward through tremendous force trying to stop me from doing so and sometimes I feel like I just can't do it anymore.

    I told my husband afterward that I needed to leave rather than stay for the remaining meetings and although we don't normally do this on Sunday, he took me to a restaurant to eat and talk things out. He is so wonderful, the way he listens and doesn't judge.  He is also an abuse survivor so sometimes I worry that when I need to talk he doesn't need to hear it because he deals with his own stuff.  I will write more about today's experiences, as well, but right now I need to go to bed.