I Will Not Be Shamed.

Via on Sep 24, 2013

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I published a little article yesterday about some tough times I’ve been through in my life.

While the general response was supportive, there were a few people who lashed out in judgment.

That saddened me.

I understand by putting the information out there, I am releasing it to the world and everyone has a right to assess it as they see fit. As much as I do accept that, I guess, against all probability, I am still naive.

When I see other people who share their stories of addiction, abuse or any of the other things that human beings in their frailty fall prey to (and there are many, and each of us in some way has fallen prey to some thing), I admire them.

Particularly when they, as I, have tried to atone and succeeded in atoning for, whatever stupid mistakes they made. It surprises me when people have reactions of contempt or hatred. Though, as was (rightly) pointed out to me yesterday, people who have such reactions are seeing in me some reflection of themselves which must be terrifying.

Looking at it in that light, it is easy to understand.

But, I will not wear the scarlet letter S for “stripper” or “slut.”

Why should I? I am not those things. But I will wear it, proudly, for “survivor” for “strong”,”self aware”, or even just “self.”What else is there?

I am merely a woman who has struggled and fought and and will continue to struggle and fight until I draw my last breath. I am trying to become fully integrated, knitting together all the elements of me to form a cohesive and powerful being.

Telling my story, owning my story, is an important piece of that endeavor.

I will not be shamed.

It would be much easier to march around my conservative upper middle class suburb pretending to be what I appear to be; a mom who’s got the game down. I have herb pots and nice antiques, clean bathrooms and hundreds of pictures of my children on my walls. I can whip up a pot of soup for a grieving neighbor, I know the number of every school in our district by heart and I run with a crew of similarly dedicated and efficient mothers, all of whom can also, incidentally, pull themselves together in a heartbeat and look so beautiful they’ll take your breath away.

But that’s not the point. This isn’t Mad Men for Christ’s sake. We’re should be moving beyond all these preconceived notions of what people are supposed to be so we can get to the real stuff. I am a lot more interested to know about my friend’s challenges with, say, feeling overwhelmed and exhausted after having her fourth child than I am to see her hair looking perfect.

Yes, there is a big difference between the battles of motherhood and the battles I wrote about yesterday.

One, there is the question of ethics. My stuff involved unethical behavior and the mother stuff does not—at least in the case of the moms I know. Two, there is the question of choice: to choose to be in an abusive relationship (bad) and to then do a bunch of other things stupidly because of that choice, is a league away from choosing to be a mom (good) and then dealing with the natural fall out that comes with it.

Yet, I maintain that if we are able to accept ourselves as we are, and not be afraid of what we have been, whatever it was or is, we will find greater peace and have greater things to offer.

I had a dream last night, an iteration of one I have frequently, that I was running through New York, homeless with no place to go. I ran frantically into hotels, trying to find an elevator that would bring me to a floor with an unlocked room, I ran into elegant brownstones and snuck right back out again as soon as I heard the occupant walking around in another part of the house, I ran into restaurants, where everyone was dressed to the nines, laughing and drinking martinis just so I could huddle in the corner and get in from outside.

The difference between this version of the dream and the usual one is that last night, I was naked. It’s not hard to find the symbolism here. I have made myself profoundly vulnerable by choosing a path of candor.

I don’t want accolades for writing my truth or moving beyond my past. I just want to be at peace. And I’ll keep shouting my story from the rooftop, scarlet S and all, until the nightmares go away.

To those who judge me unkindly, I forgive you. Maybe someday you’ll be shouting your story of unkindness from the rooftops yourself. If you do, I’ll be there to listen. And based on the love that poured forth to me yesterday, a lot of other people will be there to listen to.

Thank you to all those who offered your compassion, and thank you to those who did not. You have all taught me something, and today, I am stronger than I was yesterday.

 

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Ed: Bryonie Wise

 

 

About Erica Leibrandt

Erica Leibrandt is a certified Yoga instructor, Reiki practitioner, student of Buddhism, vegan chef and mother to six heathens who masquerade as innocent children. She aims to apply the principles of Yoga to real life. Between teaching Yoga, holding vegan cooking seminars, writing and cycling she spends her time as a taxi service to her children, being walked by her dogs, and trying to dream up an alternative to doing the laundry. If she occasionally finds herself with a fried egg on her plate or dancing until dawn, she asks that you not judge her. Life is short, she knows the chicken that laid the egg, and you can never dance too much. You can connect with Erica on Facebook, Twitter and Tumblr.

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11 Responses to “I Will Not Be Shamed.”

  1. leslie says:

    As a mom with a past since we all one, some just more sordid than others, I LOVE your writing!!!!!! Keep it ip sister ;)

  2. Anne Falkowski Anne says:

    Erica, your post was real and amazing and your writing was on fire. Don't let anyone shame you and the more you write and it upsets people it probably means the better writing you are doing. Which of course you already know. I am blogging on eljournal right now about facing chaotic and disordered eating as I prepare for a half marathon and have gotten some comments that made me mad. So know that you are not alone and keep writing. You rock

  3. envisionhealing says:

    Thank you for writing this. I admire your strength and honesty, it is both refreshing and inspiring. It is so important for us, women especially, to be honest and open about our lives and our struggles – and hold our heads high. To move away from some imposed idea of "perfection." We have been shamed for centuries. No more! The whole "slut" thing is getting really old. We need a new dialogue for our sisters, daughters and ourselves.

  4. Kelly says:

    Thank you for having the courage to share your path, your journey. Your story is testament to the truth that the path is the journey; that you can see your path, that you own it, that it informs you and enriches you is what makes you a light to your children, that guy who still loves you, your friends and your students.

    Sharing that journey helps even people like myself who not "knowing" you learn to renew our embrace of our own path with courage and mindfulness. Namaste K

  5. Shelley says:

    you know what they say…people who live in glass houses………keep writing. you are very talented

  6. Katie says:

    I loved your post from yesterday! So much. Mean people suck.

  7. Jen says:

    I love your writings, your honest sharing and vulnerability. It takes great courage to share your personal story. Keep sharing. Sending you much love and support.

  8. Marleen says:

    Hai Erica,

    I admire your writing. I was a bit surprised by your story, but in a good sort of way. It was kind of a relief to me, that you are..

    just like.. me.

    We are not alone in this. It is wonderfull we can share our life-stories this way. I’m still working towards the climb into my seat at my writing desk. It has been a long way for me also. But I am willing to go on and I will succeed my job when my time to tell the world my story has come.

    For now:

    let’s keep up the good work!

    Keep up the good spirit. You are a wonderfull human being, yogi, mother, woman & artist.

    Namaste,

    Marleen

  9. Erica Leibrandt Erica says:

    Marleen, I would love to hear your story. Thanks for the beautiful support. Many blessings to you!

  10. JEN says:

    I think you are brave and honest and terrific. Thanks for sharing with us. I don't necessarily identify with people that don't have a past. I feel sorry for people who spend any time or energy concocting and then typing out some kind of mean response to most things I read. They must be working out some things and bored and it's just bad karma to be mean.

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