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Wednesday, August 21st, 7 p.m., A Great Good Place for Books, 6120 La Salle, Oakland, CA—BOOK LAUNCH CELEBRATION
Saturday, August 24th, 12 p.m., Lakeview branch of Oakland Public Library, 550 El Embarcadero, Oakland, CA—
READING AND BOOK SIGNING
Hope to see you at one or both of these events!
NEW ARTICLE in "See the Triumph"
Some Thoughts on Labels
By Lisa Braver Moss, "See the Triumph" Guest Blogger
I’m a survivor of childhood domestic violence, and while I’ve never denied this, I’ve never quite experienced it as a point of identity either. Until recently, I wasn’t aware that “survivor of childhood domestic violence” was, as they say, a thing. It is a thing, and there’s at least one group for such people on Facebook.
Some people don’t like being labeled; they experience it as pigeonholing. Others embrace, and even organize around, their labels, which is how we get (for better or worse) identity politics. As for me, I find that labels can be helpful. I was curious, so I joined the Facebook group.
Soon my news feed was flooded with familiar terms and concepts. Hypervigilance. Anxiety. Walking on eggshells. Helplessness. Phobias. Shame. Complex PTSD. With apologies to Groucho Marx (“I don’t want to belong to any club that will accept me as a member!”)—this was not a group to which I wanted to belong. But it was a group for which I more than qualified.
There was something undeniably moving about the posts. Here were souls brave enough to share feelings that most people would consider shameful or at least embarrassing to discuss. That in itself was powerful—sharing as a means of conquering shame.
Shortly after I joined, I saw a member’s query: were any other members terrified of loud noises? Having had a lifelong phobia of sudden explosions (firecrackers, gunshots, even the popping of balloons), I found it grounding to learn that other people with backgrounds similar to mine experience similar quirks.
For years, I’ve felt ashamed of the fact that I’m scared to go to plays in case there are gunshots in them. Occasionally I’ve screwed up the courage to contact the theater to ask whether there were gunshots in a show, but more often I’ve found an excuse not to attend at all. I’ve also felt embarrassed that I can barely tolerate attending kids’ birthday parties because of the balloons. I feel so uncomfortable being in the same room where kids are “playing with” these colorful menaces (to my mind, getting ready to pop them) that I have to leave the room.
This is all not to mention the fact that a locked door being impatiently jiggled makes my heart race (not in a good way). Or that raised, escalating voices can send me into internal panic.
It’s been frustrating for me that after all these years, my quality of life is still affected by such fears. But having seen the posts on the childhood domestic violence survivors’ group, I noticed I didn’t feel quite as much shame.
What I’m learning is that the shame I feel is separate from the phobia itself. If I’m scared of balloons, and I’m ashamed of being scared, those are actually two different things. Slowly, I’ve been training myself to think, “You don’t have to pile shame onto this.” It helps to know other trauma survivors are working on the same thing.
While I certainly wouldn’t have chosen to grow up with household violence, it’s my reality—and I’m grateful to have a label for it. With that label comes community, and orientation, and the possibility that together, we can all recover a little bit at a time.
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Lisa Braver Moss
MY LATEST NOVEL, SHRUG, will be published in August 2019 by She Writes Press. Stay tuned!