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    Giving Back the Shame
    Giving Back the Shame
    Giving Back the Shame
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    Giving Back the Shame

    By Stacey Workman

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    I spent the majority of my life in a dark cloud of shame""shame of my own making and shame bestowed upon me by others. Shame that arose from the physical, mental, and sexual abuse I experienced. After exhausting all known outlets to try and rid myself of the shame, I was down to my last option. And I took it. And it worked. The final step in the process is to not be ashamed of my shame. To do so, I have to let the shame out and expose it to the light. That is why I am sharing the story of my shame and how I gave it back.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherChristian Faith Publishing, Inc.
    Release dateSep 24, 2019
    ISBN9781645156727
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      Giving Back the Shame - Stacey Workman

      Chapter 1

      Dad

      It was all so fascinating! Here I was on what I thought of as my first big outing into the world! Downtown at the Ice Capades! The ice-skating, the music, all the people—I was so enthralled. When it was over, we were walking out through the lobby, and Mom told me to hang on to her purse strap as we headed toward the door. Then I saw them—a whole big bunch of shiny balloons shaped like airplanes, so yellow and sparkly. They were so beautiful and mesmerizing I wanted a better look, so I stopped walking and just stared at them. After what seemed like only a minute, I realized I was no longer holding on to Mom’s purse, so I turned to grab it but Mom wasn’t there…

      A small ball of panic began to form in the pit of my stomach. I didn’t know what to do at first. Then I thought that I would just meet them out at the car… Then I remembered that you had dropped us off at the front of the arena and then parked, so I didn’t know where the car was.

      There was another couple with us, so I stood and turned in a circle hoping to find at least one of four familiar faces. As I slowly spun, seeing no one I knew, a feeling of dread crept in and joined the increasing panic. And it wasn’t because I thought I was lost. It was because I knew I was going to pay for letting go of Mom’s purse. There was going to be pain. And the longer it took for me to be found, the worse the punishment would be. There were still a lot of people around me, so I thought I would go stand outside on the sidewalk. Maybe I could see and be seen better out there.

      So I slowly started walking toward the doors. With every step, that ball of panic grew bigger and up into my throat. When I reached the sidewalk, I stood and waited, trying not to cry. A moment later, a woman came up to me and asked me if I was lost. It was taking every fiber of my small body to fight back the fear and the tears, and all I could do was give a small nod. I don’t know why I nodded because I knew wasn’t lost, not really. What I was, was doomed.

      If I could have spoken, I would have begged you to take me with you. You had such a nice face, and the tone of your voice said you were really concerned about me. I could tell that you wouldn’t blame me or hit me and that I would be safe with you. I imagined you taking me to your house and sitting me down in your warm pale-yellow kitchen and making me some hot chocolate while you told me that you were glad I wasn’t hurt and that it wasn’t my fault. That I was too young to be responsible for my safety and that you would never be careless with me. But, with great sadness, I put the brakes on that wishful thinking. Why continue dreaming of a happy outcome knowing that it was absolutely pointless? No amount of wishing or hoping was going to save me from the monster in my father’s clothing.

      That nice lady put her hand on my shoulder and looked out toward the parking lot, and I followed her gaze. Almost immediately, I saw you stomping toward me with your vise-grip hands balled into fists and a murderous look on your face. As you got closer and closer, my insides solidified with fear, and I’m pretty sure I stopped breathing. When you reached me, you didn’t even glance at the woman who was trying to help me—trying to keep me safe. You were boiling over with rage that was completely focused on me. Immediately, you got right in my face and started yelling. Hot waves of anger washed over me, and with every word, spit flew from your lips and landed on my face, but I was too paralyzed with fear to wipe it away, swallowed by your enormous wild eyes and the death grip you had on my arm. Then you turned, jerking me along with you, and headed toward the car. I had to run or else be dragged behind you.

      The next thing I remember is the five of us sitting in some restaurant. I didn’t want any food. Just the thought of eating made me want to throw up. I was afraid you were going to force me to eat. But fortunately, you didn’t.

      So, I sat there while everyone else was eating, thinking, Why in the world are we even here at this restaurant?

      I could tell that no one wanted to be there. They all just looked down at their plates as they ate and didn’t say a word. Except you, Dad. In between bites, you’d glare at me with those terrifying angry eyes and say, not quietly, You’re lucky you’re sitting here right now!

      Another bite, then…

      You’ve had it when we get home!

      Another bite…

      Be glad you’re sitting here and not at home!

      A bite…

      You are gonna get it!

      You kept going

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