I often wonder as I write in this blog, send out tweets, and go to therapy each week, why I feel better when my feelings are validated by others. Can others really relate to what I go through each day by writing and interacting in the survivor community? Does my therapist really “get me” or is she just trying to make me feel better when she says she understands my thoughts and tells me that they are normal for someone who’s experienced childhood abuse?
The definition of Validated is: the recognition and acceptance of another person’s thoughts, feelings, sensations, and behaviors as understandable.
So is it acceptable to desire this feeling in our survivor journey? I say a resounding, YES, it’s OK to want validation. It’s a good thing that someone validating our experiences makes us feel like we aren’t completely alone.
I honestly don’t know if every mental health professional would agree, or if someone who hasn’t experienced some type of abuse would agree either, but for me right now that’s OK. I know what I’m feeling and what makes me feel good inside and what doesn’t.
No matter when the abuse happened to us, chances are we’ve spent many, many years keeping it inside, hiding it from the world. Maybe we tried to reach out and tell someone but they just minimized it or blew us off. Perhaps they justified it by putting the blame back on us for something they think we did. Over time that constant lack of validation can affect us and reinforce the internalizing and self-blame that carries over into adulthood.
I know this first hand, as I’m sure so many of you do as well. When my abuse was happening, I was groomed by the teenager so well that I was brainwashed into thinking it was a special secret that I could never share. That it was a good thing, that cool kids did this, but nobody else would understand so I could never tell. That combined with the idea that if I wanted to keep hanging out with the cool teenager and ride his mini bike, I had to keep our secret and keep letting him do what he wanted to me.
So I spent all of my growing up years afraid to tell anyone what was going on, which carried over to being bullied throughout those school years too. It was so ingrained in my head that I couldn’t share what was on my mind because of shame, fear, and just wanting to be cool, that I internalized everything. That of course continued into my adult life and still does today. I place so much blame on myself for my past, rather than putting it on that kid who took my innocence from me.
I would absolutely never, ever, blame a survivor for the abuse that happened to them. It wasn’t their fault, at all, period. However trying to get myself to believe that in my own case, is still a struggle.
Through my therapist, J, I’ve been learning to reach out for help and she is there for support and validation every week. That’s not to say that she tells me what I want to hear, that’s not it at all, nor should it be. In fact, I struggle at times with telling her what she wants to hear, but she can see right through me. Over time I’m getting and have gotten much better at just saying what I’m feeling and being who I am.
So now, any chance I get to feel validated and seek the comfort of someone who understands; I seize it because it makes me feel so good inside to reach out and share. Does that make me weak? Honestly I sometimes wonder, and I’ve asked that question many times in different forms during sessions. As I’m learning the answer is a big No Way! I’m not weak for reaching out and wanting to feel validated, I’m stronger because I’m reaching out.
It doesn’t matter whether you blog, tweet, talk a therapist, participate in survivor chats, or anything else that helps you, just seek the comfort of those you trust whenever you need it. People who have been where you are, or are at where you are now, know what you are going through.
Survivors don’t belittle or minimize our struggles, they validate them because they know firsthand what getting through every single day is like.
We are not alone, #WeAreSurvivors.
-Lyric
*standing up and applauding with tears in my eyes*
Oh how I wish every survivor I have connected with could feel validated and less alone… the struggle is real. Thank you Lyric, for being a light in this community of brave men and women who have nearly died hiding from the world. I am honored to be on this journey with you and all of our awesome survivor #framily. Thank you for another excellent article, my friend.
Stronger Together,
Athena
Athena my amazing friend, thank you so much! Your encouragement means the world. I’m honored to have you and the amazing survivor community with me as I am with them, Stronger Together for sure! I’ve hid so long and it’s time to figure this out, fight through the past, and come out stronger the other side.
You are right that validation is very important. It is good to be validated by others. What is even better? Validating ourselves even when no one else will. <3 you Matt <3 thanks for another great post.
Amazingly well said Joy! Validating ourselves because we know our struggle is real, we know how tough it is to get up each day, to be mentally and physically drained every night. Only to get up and do it all again the next day. I hope you always know that I’m in your corner and only a message away anytime I can encourage you. Stay strong girl, we are all proud of you!
You took the words right out of my mouth. Thank you so much for this – it echoes the feelings of myriad survivors of this type of abuse. How hard it is to live the life you have been given without the additional burden of child sex abuse to navigate.
Yep, the validation… for the little boy that didn’t get it… and is still screaming out for it. For the little boy that the abuser violated and tried to invalidate him, he is still screaming out. For the right to know who we truly are and all that we are, being validated is a big step in that direction.
Totally struggling with validation right now man, I can’t lie. That and Radical Acceptance. I’m still equating Radical Acceptance to letting my mom or the dude who abused me, off the hook. Therapist is trying to get me to see the difference and that one doesn’t equate to the other but I’m having a serious mental block with it recently. That on top of anytime anyone talks about my mom, defends her, or speaks highly of her it just drives me up a wall bro.