tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11061289687322025642024-03-12T19:25:50.693-05:00Visions of RainbowsDedicated to Childhood Sexual Assault and Incest Survivors. My thoughts, dreams, Visions of Rainbows in my life. The storms of life are what leads us toward Tomorrow's Rainbow. IAMicriedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05086722408998865773noreply@blogger.comBlogger70125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1106128968732202564.post-19280095650135885272018-02-10T10:37:00.000-06:002018-02-10T10:37:32.846-06:00Depression Strikes Again
Let me try to explain what I’m going through. As a child being sexually abused by my
father, I’ve learned (ok, groomed) to believe that I’m irrelevant and the world
is a cruel place to live in. That
started almost 50 years ago. Since then
I’ve been through counseling, in-patient care in mental hospital, on meds, and
healed some.
Has anything changed?
No!&IAMicriedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05086722408998865773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1106128968732202564.post-73389521228215344052017-06-29T11:00:00.002-05:002017-06-29T11:00:54.026-05:00Creating Positive Declarations
The past has no power over you.
It’s over.
Now live solely in the present.
Easier said than
done for CSA Survivors, right?
Browsing through
social media, you can see how popular and engaging posts are that encourage, affirm,
and motivate us to look at ourselves & our world differently. Negativity and even depression detour healing
from my own childhood sexual abuse. To
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Ever feel stuck? Not moving in your healing journey from sexual abuse? That’s how I feel today. We are told, over and over, to be authentic; Embrace who you are. I find that to be difficult to do. We can embrace who we are only to the degree of our healing from sexual abuse. With each year that passes since telling my mother about the abuse & IAMicriedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05086722408998865773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1106128968732202564.post-13018102675854181822017-02-20T15:26:00.000-06:002017-06-18T11:18:39.831-05:00What You Need to Know If You Love Someone With Anxiety <!--[if gte mso 9]> <![endif]--> <!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]>IAMicriedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05086722408998865773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1106128968732202564.post-72280335053732971632016-11-10T14:26:00.000-06:002017-06-18T11:38:14.641-05:00The Shocking Revelation of Surviving Childhood Sexual Abuse<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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As I watch the news savoring my morning cup of coffee, I ask myself:
“What the h3!! is happening to our country (or the World) today?!
So much violence & hatred.
Has it always been like this?
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September 11, 2016 was the 15th
Anniversary of the terrorist attacks on our Country. But that isn’t what I’m talking about. I’m talking about my own, personal
healing. Something happened that shook
my soul.
The day is a beautiful sunny fall day. The sky is so blue you want to close your
eyes & never forget it. Just a
whisper of a breeze. IAMicriedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05086722408998865773noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1106128968732202564.post-88563601891181713242016-05-16T15:49:00.000-05:002017-06-19T08:25:42.536-05:00To My Daughter as You Approach #Motherhood
There’s so much distance between us. Haven’t spoken in months. You will soon discover that the love that a
Mother has for her child is nothing short of being complicated. Doesn’t matter if the child is a boy or a
girl. The love flows like the ocean ...
full of ebbs, tides, rolls, and waves!
Lots of waves!
Love is never perfect.
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IAMicriedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05086722408998865773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1106128968732202564.post-13426883593487007252015-11-17T12:21:00.001-06:002017-06-19T08:11:06.106-05:00Happy Birthday Visions of Rainbows!
Visions
of Rainbows is celebrating a milestone!
In 2012
I was struggling to find my reason, my purpose.
I had been laid off from a job that I’d had for several years. I couldn’t find steady employment. I was headed for a downward spiral
emotionally and feeling much like a victim.
I needed other Survivors of Sexual Abuse to talk to.
One day, I came IAMicriedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05086722408998865773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1106128968732202564.post-10673617106590268302015-10-09T13:06:00.001-05:002017-06-19T08:04:57.148-05:00COLLIDEoscope – KARMAscopeTears rolling down face. Uncontrollable sobbing. Emotional
hurt & pain that cuts so deep you want to die.
Where is all this coming from?
Why am I so upset?
COLLIDEoscope,
When pain from the past
collides with the present
I have tried to have a different relationship with my
children than I have had with my parents.
Or that is what I keep telling myself.
But could it beIAMicriedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05086722408998865773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1106128968732202564.post-54990628565235153942015-10-02T12:25:00.000-05:002017-06-19T07:55:43.091-05:00One person CAN make a difference – Good or BadOne kind action, one word of hope, one shared Facebook post;
One person CAN make a difference. Good or Bad.
One person CAN
make a
difference.
My
blog TomorrowsRainbow.Blogspot.com and
Facebook page Facebook/VisionsOfRainbows
have been floundering. I’d receive a like
or comment once in a great while. I’d
keep writing, posting, sharing, getting my story & message out IAMicriedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05086722408998865773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1106128968732202564.post-10643425218683313172015-09-24T15:30:00.001-05:002021-02-12T12:31:03.936-06:00Stand By Me While I Pay It ForwardWas just going over the "insights" and stats on my Facebook page Visions Of Rainbows. Someone chose to give me a bad report by hiding all
posts from this page. I am sorry you
feel that way.
You are NOT alone.
Quote by IAMicried
Visions of Rainbows
I started Visions of Rainbows and
telling my story of Child Sexual Abuse & Incest on 11-17-2012. I was at aIAMicriedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05086722408998865773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1106128968732202564.post-1150537000049158222015-09-20T15:17:00.000-05:002017-06-16T15:04:17.698-05:00STRANGER DANGER - What aren’t we telling our children?Yesterday my husband & I attended our grandson’s 3rd
birthday party. It was a beautiful early fall day (leaves had not started
changing colors yet). Adults were
sitting around discussing different topics and filling-in each other on what’s
been going on since we’ve last been together.
Five children, ages 3 yrs to 7 yrs old, were playing in a park across
the parking lot from the IAMicriedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05086722408998865773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1106128968732202564.post-36223269843530885962015-09-16T16:00:00.001-05:002017-06-16T14:56:55.491-05:00Celebrating Life, Death, PainShe called today. Checking up on me is what she says. Or was
that the REAL reason?
It has been 1 year 5 days since her husband, my father,
died. She sounds so full of life. She no longer sounded like the submissive wife
who catered to her husband’s every wish & command. She blossomed into a vibrant woman who is now
enjoying life. She told me about the trips
that the Seniors IAMicriedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05086722408998865773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1106128968732202564.post-9204918259704574092015-09-10T13:58:00.001-05:002017-06-16T14:49:48.405-05:00The Forgotten Victims of Sexual Abuse
FATHER/DAUGHTER INCEST
Sexual assault happens behind
closed doors, in our homes and by immediate family members. Daughters being
sexually molested by biological fathers are the Lost and Forgotten Victims of
Sexual Abuse.
Yesterday I had an emotional
meltdown; one that comes and goes from time to time. Today, I’m doing much better. After some coffee, answering private FB
IAMicriedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05086722408998865773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1106128968732202564.post-17548098577274086782015-09-04T14:38:00.000-05:002017-06-16T14:41:52.902-05:00My September RainbowHard to believe another Labor Day weekend is upon us. Wow!
Where did the summer go? Looking back, I
think it wasn’t long enough. Not enough
fun. Not enough laughter. Not enough time spent with friends. Not enough time spent with (wait for it!) F A
M I L Y.
There it is; the dreaded word family. What can I say?! Labor Day should be a time of fun, IAMicriedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05086722408998865773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1106128968732202564.post-37958446539147998512015-08-27T14:02:00.002-05:002017-06-16T14:37:58.528-05:00No Adjustments Needed
Last night when my husband picked up a prescription for me
that I regularly get each month, he actually had to pay for it. Surprise! The
amount that insurance had paid changed from the month before. We had met our deductible earlier this year
so our prescriptions previously had been paid at 100%. Who doesn’t love that?! Time to make a phone call.
This morning I called my IAMicriedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05086722408998865773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1106128968732202564.post-11386025392335267102015-08-20T15:13:00.000-05:002017-06-16T14:29:46.007-05:005 Reasons For Healing From Sexual Abuse
Going “Cold Turkey” and quitting smoking is a smokers’ dream
(or nightmare depending on how you look at it).
But I had no choice.
On February 9, 2015 I was hospitalized with difficulty
breathing (again!). After some tests it
was determined that I had a partially collapsed lung. Boy!
If that doesn’t put a scare into someone, I don’t know what does. After 3IAMicriedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05086722408998865773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1106128968732202564.post-52824492702694962722015-08-19T15:37:00.001-05:002017-06-16T10:59:19.288-05:00Rose-Colored Glasses, Jared Style
Jared Fogle is seen outside of his home
as the FBI searched the house.
NBC News
“Obviously, I am extremely shocked and disappointed by the
recent developments involving Jared.” Katie Fogle said in a statement regarding
allegations & arrest of her husband Jared Fogle.
REALLY?!
Shocked and disappointed?! If
this was my husband, I certainly wouldn’t choose IAMicriedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05086722408998865773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1106128968732202564.post-43189632435171966322015-08-09T12:15:00.000-05:002017-06-16T11:30:51.710-05:00SURVIVOR ABUSE - WHEN DOES THE ABUSE END
Verbally attack the adult incest survivor.
Yeah, that makes everything alright now doesn’t
it?!
I guess I should not be surprised just how cruel and inhuman
some people can be. But I never thought
that An Incest survivor would verbally attack another incest Survivor. My god!
When and where does the abuse end!
I am not about to get into specifics aboutIAMicriedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05086722408998865773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1106128968732202564.post-47025881855118707742015-07-19T16:37:00.001-05:002017-06-16T11:32:41.731-05:00Anger and SELF Conversation“Why did that upset me so much? Where is all this anger coming from? I shouldn’t be acting or feeling like
this. I’m at a neighbor’s BBQ, it’s
Saturday and I should be having a great time.
What just happened?”
Have you had a similar conversation with yourself? This just happened to me yesterday and I can’t
shake the thoughts.
My husband and I were at a IAMicriedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05086722408998865773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1106128968732202564.post-72302324251532053812015-07-19T13:54:00.000-05:002017-06-16T11:33:52.159-05:00ANXIETY OF FAMILY GATHERINGS
Family gatherings always seem to cause me anxiety. Everyone in the family knows what my father
did to me. Each of them have their own
thoughts on the subject. Mostly, no one talks
about it now. That is the past. I’ve dealt with facing the truth, acknowledging
the pain, confronting my father and explaining everything to my mother. But for some reason, when weIAMicriedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05086722408998865773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1106128968732202564.post-14945836814223902242015-07-15T14:48:00.003-05:002017-06-16T15:16:30.862-05:00POEM - GRAY-HAIRED OL' MAN
I have a picture
that sits on a table.
A smiling, gray-haired ol’ man.
On one side his wife,
the other, his first-born Great-grandson.
Why do you smile & laugh ol’
Man?
Have you lost your mind?
The boy next to you shows no fear.
All laughing for the camera.
Joy fills the hearts captured for a
moment in time.
But joy wasIAMicriedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05086722408998865773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1106128968732202564.post-86876696003655296382015-03-26T13:31:00.000-05:002017-06-16T11:35:07.654-05:001960s Midwestern American Middle-Class Family
Classic TV Show
"Father Knows Best"
I often refer to my family as “normal”. 1960’s Midwestern American middle-class
family. Dad worked full-time job,
sometimes had a 2nd part-time job.
Mom stayed home, raising the kids.
Once we were all in school (1975ish) then Mom worked outside the
home. She worked for the school system
so she was home with us during the IAMicriedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05086722408998865773noreply@blogger.com2