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Saturday, April 12, 2008

Don't be afraid, my pretties!

Fearless. . .a word I don’t use in my vocabulary very often. I’m fearful of just about everything, sometimes all in one day. There are snakes, dying, going to prison, belts, drowning, not being liked, heights, my car breaking down, being left behind, and so on. However, whenever I think about raw bravery, three women from my past come to mind.

In my 30’s I found myself in an eating disorder support group with three other women. One was anorexic, one bulimic and two of us with overeating issues. All of us had abuse in our past. The primary purpose of this group was to be available to listen to each other’s story.

Julie was a beautiful 20-something who could very easily have walked down a runway for a living. When she shared in our group she peppered her words with laughter that rang clear and contagious. She brought to the roundtable a history of incest and when reporting about her week trying to starve that demon out of her body, a new persona appeared—a blond, blue eyed little girl who needed someone to notice her pain. When our facilitator asked if she could touch her hand or put her arm around Julie, that’s when the tears would flow and the pain would ease. At that moment a calm would descend on our group.

Every week a fellow overeater named Catherine arrived with a 64 oz. Pepsi from the 7-11 and told many stories about the endless responsibilities of being a mother of five children. As she expressed her fatigue, boredom and her food binging, episodes of verbal abuse by her parents aimed at Catherine’s parenting skills would surface. She never cried in front of us.

We made Barb the matriarch of our little sisterhood because she was almost fifty and that seemed ancient to us at the time. She’d been practicing bingeing and purging since high school, through the years of her marriage, motherhood and a divorce. Her honesty about her disease and the laundry list of its effects on her body as she entered midlife were sobering. I’ve not forgotten her ability to cry and smile and rage all in one group session.

Each week we would drag our baggage into the session and back out again afterwards. That was before the advent of suitcases on wheels. When we left we had a heightened sense that things might work out. Looking back, I remember them as three imperfect, hurting women but unwilling to give up, fearless.

Sunday Scribblings' prompt this week is the word fearless. See more bravery here.

10 comments:

Granny Smith said...

How do you always find the perfect picture with which to head each post?

Your little group were truly courageous (although maybe not fearless - i.e.without fear) in confronting their demons. After reading many of the entries in Sunday Scribblings today, I feel like hugging many of the authors as I used to do with my children, saying, "Don't be afraid!"

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Marianne said...

Courage, being brave... not for the faint hearted at all. Facing our fears, being scared crapless and still moving forward, grappling with our demons, that's true courage.
Giving them a good solid bop on the head while inside feeling paralyzed but somehow... moving and bopping.
You know, you're one of my heroes.

Inland Empire Girl said...

I love the honest approach you presented in this post. I love the line about baggage with wheels.

GreenishLady said...

Yes, each of those three women certainly was brave, and you, too were brave in attending your group, dealing with your issues, and in sharing so openly with us here. Thank you for that.

Julie said...

This is such a powerful post. Having written a post recently on a very painful subject, I know exactly what it took for you to write this. Kudos to you, my dear!
I am glad to be in the company of women like you and me who are not afraid to speak about the hidden aspects of our lives!

Beatriz' suitcase contents said...

A very powerful piece. Thank you for sharing something so personal, it feels like I get closer to you with every post.

Old Wom Tigley said...

I read this a felt better for it... in the past I have been in a group of folk all sharing the same problems... I look back now and realise just how important a time in my life that was.. boy the changes that bought about would have to be seen to be believed.
Thanks
Tom

Julie Schuler said...

Strong and beautiful and evocative writing.

tumblewords said...

Life is not for wimps, for sure! Nice post!