Mary DeMuth, published an article on her blog last week, How To Protect Your Children From Sexual Abuse. It is an excerpt from her book, Not Marked: Finding Hope & Healing After Sexual Abuse, that will be released on Amazon on February 10th, 2014.
I read her article.
I was sexually abused as a child.
I have read many articles on how to protect your children.
I read her article.
I read what Mary calls: her unscientific list of 8 reasons why sexual predators prey on kids.
I read her four keys, “that may help you as you love and parent your kids, protecting them, yet still letting them be kids.”
In the middle of the second key, she listed some symptoms of sexual abuse.
One of the symptoms is:
Sexual Abuse Victims have an extreme need to be perfect.
After I read the list. After I read about the extreme need to be perfect, I felt like a woman who has been trying to make a puzzle. A puzzle that was missing a piece. A puzzle that has sat on the table for years. The woman searched and searched for the puzzle piece. She didn’t understand why making a decision was so hard.
Why did the woman not make up her mind? Why did she have trouble finishing what she started?
The puzzle piece the woman was missing had one word written on it.
If you look for perfection, you’ll never be content.
― Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina
Mr. Tolstoy, you are right. I am not content.
Somehow I think that if I can just make the right decision. No, the perfect decision, then I will be content.
I am continually searching for the “right” answer, the “perfect” answer.
This morning my husband and I went to open a post office box. There are two Post Offices close to our house. I couldn’t decide which one to use. One of the Offices was closer to our home, but the waiting room was small and the staff was not friendly. The other Post Office had a larger waiting room and friendly staff.
Trying to decide where to buy a Post Office box was hard. I wanted to go the Post Office where the lobby was large and the staff were friendly, but I thought I should go the Post Office where the employees were grumpy. That it was important for me to work through my feelings of being uncomfortable. We drove to the Post Office close to the house, but when we pulled into the parking lot I felt very anxious, and I said, “Please go the other Post Office.”
I don’t have to put myself into situations where I feel uncomfortable. I can choose where I spend my money.
We have a Post Office box now. At the larger Post Office with the large waiting room and friendly employees.
I don’t completely understand why a person who was molested would have an extreme need to be perfect. Maybe we think if we are perfect we will be loved and accepted. As though the abuse was our fault.
My adult mind knows the abuse was not my fault. But my view of the world was formed when I was a child, and until I reframe it with new thought patterns, the old ways stay.
We don’t have to be anxious. There is more than one right answer. We can have green beans or peas for supper.
And when we are not sure what to do, we can pray for help in every situation. “Dear God, please help me decide what vegetable to eat today for supper.”
If we ask, God will protect our hearts and our minds.
Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
Phillippians 4: 6-7
And the things we think of? We can focus our thoughts on truth.
Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.
And the truth is:
We can not be perfect. I can not be perfect. You can not be perfect.
A man would do nothing if he waited until he could do it so well that no one could find fault.
~John Henry Newman
I have done nothing for too long. There will always be someone who doesn’t agree.
Last week I delivered my paintings to the coffee shop. Most of them are hung. They don’t have to be perfect. They are me. They are mine. Not everyone has to like what I create. And that is okay.
I don’t want to be perfect. I just want to be me.
Do you ever feel the need to be perfect? Please tell me in the comments. I would love to chat.
How To Protect Your Children From Sexual Abuse. by Mary Demuth
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