If I made it out alive gunsblazing, you can heal from your childhood trauma too
– Sheila Bennati
I recently shared a post on Instagram that got me thinking about this healing journey I decided to embark on, unaware of the repercussions this turmoil would bring. I learnt that healing doesn’t start from your current situation, it stems from your childhood and goes as far as your past life.
I know for one, I suffered from communication problems, that forced me to take a long hard look in the mirror, faced it and deal with it in the coldest and meanest way possible. That’s just how much self-truth hurts because we choose to survive on the ego and dualities of life.
I was ever so grateful to my higher-self for acknowledging this but wasn’t quite ready to go back in time to revive the trauma, I was content living “abnormally-normal”. Growing up with divorced parents left a serious dent on my life which meant never idolizing a genetic father figure but searching for father figures all my life instead of lovers. I’m still in awe at the strength of my mother walking out of an abusive marriage, (the only one in the family who had the guts to put her life first above all). Physical abuse was all we knew in the early years of our lives (my sister and I), so we had to grow up pretty fast.
I was about 5 or 6 years old at the time when my mother gained her self-independence. I unapologetically have no tales to tell of growing up poor, we lived a pretty comfortable life and went to the best schools and the fruits of my mothers’ labour has us conquering the cities we live in.
We adapted to growing up with a single parent, embracing the co-parenting atmosphere while enduring sexual abuse in kindergarten, nothing really made sense. Let’s just say I didn’t know better (I was only a minor), so I just went through it as silent as could be. That silence was a safety net and hook that would change my perspective on life forever. As expected, life went on, people came and went (friends, relationships, teachers, classmates, etc.) and all that chaos stayed beautifully hidden in a black box. Before I knew it, I was married, a mother, graduate and employed. Sounded like the perfect ending to the turmoil, right? Quite contrary!
Within the realm of all these events, I perused through life with emptiness, I didn’t quite figure out what it was nor how to fill in the holes. So, I ignored it all like most people would and fed into the matrix of how life ought to be. I went through an adulterous and emotionally abusive marriage silently, lived with anxiety and depression silently and just existed silently. I hid so much pain behind my smile. That was the person I became and that’s how communication became a challenge. Hence why therapy, energy healing and yoga were my business options, I listened and spoke little, did energy/crystal healings as patients dosed off and taught yoga because there was no interaction needed just instruction. That was heaven enough for me.
Behind closed doors, my efforts to express self verbally went unnoticed, I found it much easier to express myself through writing. I expressed issues via email or letters when things weren’t up to par with my husband. Verbal communication was tedious, I felt attacked majority of the time, and having to take it all in with a narcissist just made it harder. Those who have dated or married narcissists know this far too well. My silence caused physical issues, where else would all these unexpressed thoughts and emotions manifest if not in the physical body? My health took a turn for the worst, from blood-related issues arising, peptic ulcers, severe stomach pain that had me hospitalized atleast twice a month to weakness and dizziness. My body was boiling up and hitting the danger button ever so often, and that’s when I realized something needed to change. I did some serious soul searching that took me back to my childhood and recovered the black box that held all the data pertaining to the wreckage.
I envisioned looking at my 6-year-old self and as I gathered the words to speak, I came to the realization that I had to talk to my younger self the way I would with any child. I had to feel the confusion, pain and loneliness and approached this innocent being as a trusted friend.
I took those little hands into my mine and told her, Sheila it’s ok to talk, it’s ok to open up and tell those closest to you what’s happening”. You are not the blame for this, you are not to blame for mommy and daddy fighting. Mr Moyo (the caretaker/abuser) has done very bad things to you and that is not your fault either. Tell aunty Evelyn (nanny) everything because you need a friend. Tomorrow is going to be a better day, keep smiling and be happy.
Just with this energy work (something anybody can do; you don’t need to be a healer) I came to the realization that my silence in relationships with the opposite sex was subject to the sexual abuse I experienced in kindergarten. I was always the first child to school in the mornings as my mother had to dash to work early. I always ran for the swings as I waited for kids to stream in, that’s when my abuser orchestrated his plan. How else would he lure a child into the teacher’s office without using every child’s weakness, yap candy! It started with seeing his penis, to touching it, him playing with my genitalia, molestation to eventually sex. While during the course of the day, he would catch a glimpse of me, smile and wink his potbelly away.
I was young, I didn’t really know what to think of it and it felt good that I had a secret no one knew, I felt special. Then one day, we crossed paths, it was about a year after I started primary school, we were leaving Dr Olongo’s office when my mom spotted him. He looked overly delighted to see us, shook my mom’s hand and my sisters but for some reason, I refused to hand him mine, I felt unsafe and exploited but he just smiled and hopped in the car as my mom gave him a push. I never saw him again after that but his words were engraved in my subconscious
I never forgot his whispers, “shhh don’t tell anyone, it’s our little secret, here’s the candy I promised you”.
So, I kept his dirty little secret and got awarded candy, attention and hushed it all through life. Carried this secret into adulthood and when communication was in full effect I always felt attacked, the urge to defend my silence over the emotional, mental and physical path towards healing. All this while my inner child was screaming and that was 25 years of walking dead through unresolved trauma, toxic men, exploitative friends, unfulfilled jobs to just existing.
I knew then that the only person who needed to change was me. So, I slowly started practising inner reflection, letting go of the childhood trauma and as a result, I’m currently suffering from “verbal diarrhoea”. As part of my healing journey, I speak my mind, speak my soul, even speak the dead to life. I express myself (shamelessly sometimes) and quickly exit toxic situations.
People start to respect you as soon as you start to respect yourself, many will test you of course, but your wisdom will be your guide over those worth the mental space. Self-expression is so liberating, as is sharing my story as a victor, not a victim. We all have a story to share, childhood wounds to heal and the capacity to practise self-love because no one else can love you the way you do. It’s time to break the silence and let go!
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3 thoughts on “This Is How My Childhood Rapist Silenced The Fire Within!”
Hello there Sheila. I was scrolling through posts here on WordPress when I came across this post from you. I am so so sorry to hear about all that you have gone through and the childhood trauma that you have endured. You are right to want to heal, healing is critical to moving forward. You see sister, these things are a scar and a dent, and it can be hard. In my experience, there was a person who was constantly bugging me. As a child I remember hiding beneath tables and chairs in a bid to hide away from this person. This person was a caretaker and an abuser too. I ran hard and fast, and I struggled. I did not tell anyone because I genuinely did not think that anyone would believe me. I can understand your pain. In my experience, the only true healer from something like this is the Lord. God has helped me to grow, to heal, and to forgive. God is real and prayers work. God knows our pain and he wants to be a part of our hope. If you speak to the Lord through prayers and you let our heavenly Father know how you are feeling, he has the power to help you. God is the king who gave up the life of his son (Jesus) for us. He who gave up the life of his son for us can do anything for us. A relationship with the Lord begins with faith in the Lord, prayers to God, obedience to the Bible, and a passion for Christ. God is ready, the question is, are you?
The Bible says in Philippians 4:6
“Don’t worry about anything; instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and thank him for all he has done”.
The Bible says in Matthew 7: 7-8
“Keep on asking, and you will receive what you ask for. Keep on seeking, and you will find. Keep on knocking, and the door will be opened to you. 8 For everyone who asks, receives. Everyone who seeks, finds. And to everyone who knocks, the door will be opened”.
God says in Isaiah 41:10
“Don’t be afraid, for I am with you.
Don’t be discouraged, for I am your God.
I will strengthen you and help you.
I will hold you up with my victorious right hand”.
God says in Jeremiah 29:11
“For I know the plans I have for you,” says the Lord. “They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope”.
If you do not yet have a relationship with the Lord, I would strongly suggest that you begin one. There are a lot of blessings that comes from knowing the Lord, and being in fellowship with him. If you already have a relationship with the Lord, that is good, keep believing and working to deepen your relationship with him, and I am sure that he would come through for you somehow.
If you want to know about God in more detail, you can find further information here https://christcenteredruminations.wordpress.com/2018/10/23/a-few-things-that-i-have-learned-about-god/ And Here https://christcenteredruminations.wordpress.com/2018/08/29/how-to-build-a-relationship-with-god/
May God’s blessings be with you, Amen. ❤ ❤
Thank you so much for sharing your story and how you started your healing journey. God has helped me through a lot over the past decades. With that I have learnt to broaden my mind and understanding of the ways of life. I read the bible a lot too back then, and my healing started as soon as I decided things needed to change.
I learnt to embrace all cultures, practices and religions, I even read my Bible, Quran, Buddhist texts guidance and I’m currently on the Bhagavad Gita. Through this vast power of knowledge, I learnt that we are all one, the God we worship is one and we are of this earth as one. This is what liberated me and made me the awakened woman that I am today and I am thriving as a Godly woman, a chosen one and savior of many through counselling, energy healing and yoga. God has been good and the universe will continue to have my back.
I was lost and now I’m found!
I praise the Lord for your testimony here. May God be with you, Amen.