Survey Says?

Both The Telegraph and The Guardian have cited a sketchy survey about the hygienic habits of UK women ages 18-50.

Here’s my question: Is the old trope about “Euro Trash” being recycled or is the study actually honest? Not only does the study seem to be of dubious design, it only surveyed women’s habits. God forbid an Englishman be asked to account for the same!

The study states that 33% of women surveyed go as long as 3 days between baths or showers, and that a larger percentage can’t be bothered to remove their make up at the end of the day or brush their teeth.

Keep the in mind the age range of survey participants: 18-50.

Neither article mentions any reference to the relationship status of participants.

One article states that a percentage of those surveyed acknowledge the value of a skin care regime.

The survey does not note or make allowance for the economic threshold of participants, whether or not they are single, parents, or their employment and educational status.

Greece just got an extension on some major loans. #Conspiracy

Poorly designed studies are the bane of the Spa industry. This study was actually conducted by a cosmetics firm and suffers from the same systemic errors common to the Wellness industry. What is just as deplorable, is the fact that both news outlets did not provide a link to the abstract where their “poetic license” to sell papers and rack up clicks per view could be set aside and the data disseminated by associated industry.

Here’s another question, derivative of its modernist origins: For whom is data? How can or should such information be used and by whom? What are the presumptions embedded in the survey questions and what ideas do those questions reveal and conceal?

This is about lack of vision. Strategic vision. If this company or any other needs research designers, they should be elsewhere. Immediately.

What every sexual abuse survivor wants you to know

From elephant journal :

It is the voice in our heads that tells us we are not good enough, that we don’t deserve love.

That message came to me many times in my lifetime but I wasn’t ready to expose it and give it voice.

It came in intervals. Like the waves in the ocean that can come fast and hard and take us with them, or slow and steady giving us time to jump over them. It came during both the toughest and most precious moments of my life.

It came when I was five years old sitting on men’s laps and it came when I was 11 years old. I heard it again when I was 15 and pregnant and I heard it when my boyfriend’s first kick hit my back on my way out of my building.

I heard it when I gave birth to not one but two beautiful children, and I heard it when I ended not one but 10 pregnancies. It came during the darkest nights of winter and the loneliest days of my life and it came when I was on the beach and madly in love in the summer.

That voice has no boundaries and takes no prisoners but will lock us away for years until we are ready to face the past head on.

In a split of a second the voice of childhood trauma speaks to us and sabotages our relationships, our careers. The voice has cost us too much—it feels like it has cost us our lives. It has cost us our relationships, abundance, our health, watching our children grow up and dreams paralyzed in time.

I remember feeling like I didn’t have another breath to give, space to love another person or another tear to shed. I remember not having energy to support another person, give another day at work or another day at life.

It is a paralyzing moment when either all our dreams are about to come true—or we are about to lose everything we have ever worked for.

It shows up when least expected. 

No one ever talks about the little things, the not so obvious things that we as survivors of childhood sexual abuse have to manage invisibly.

It’s those instant decisions and reactions, the roller coaster ride of emotions that survivors make in the blink of an eye. The imprint of childhood trauma shows up in our lives in the smallest ways. In what we see, in what we hear or what we smell.

It can show up in a simple touch from another person, in the way a picture hangs or a shirt that someone is wearing. Sometimes it’s going back to the home we grew up in that holds the memories of the abuse we experienced and witnessed when we were growing up. It’s all those things that trigger us day in and day out, when we least expect it.

It costs us everything.

We are always in recovery.

In a split of a second at the places we least expect it, we will go to default—I don’t belong here, it’s my fault, I am not enough. It will play over and over in our heads. This internal voice is the reason we wonder why we were not protected. It is why we don’t understand why the person who hurt us is still part of our community and no one has done anything to hold them accountable.

It is why we sometimes speak up and are not heard or believed.

For some of us, it’s the knowing and not being able to tell that eat us up inside. It’s the stares that we have to manage because people are upset we disclosed. It’s the disapproval of people who think that we deserved it. All of it costs us–the things the people we love the most don’t see or hear that we, as survivors, don’t have words for and can’t explain.

It is the reason we stay.

It is the reason many women stay after domestic violence. It doesn’t matter if the violence happened last night, we will still get up the next day and cook dinner for our family. The voice that tell us we deserve it is what allows little girls to get up and open their Christmas gifts after being sexually abused the night before. It is the reason why no matter how we say it our family, mother and father don’t believe us.

Or our communities think they can keep talking about the abuse as if it never happened. It is because when the person who hurt us is part of our community, we love them anyway.

It is all in the family.

When childhood trauma happens at home with people we love, it complicates everything. The hurt is so deep that we loose our ability to trust ourselves. Our sense of self, our ability to listen to our intuition gets lost. Lost between but I still love them and why me?

The people who hurt may be everyday people in our lives that we love, trust and never thought would hurt us. We loved them before they hurt us and that does not go away because they hurt us. It actually makes matter that much worse—it hurts more and it complicates the choices we make from that moment on and it impacts the story we create about ourselves from that moment on forward as well.

It forces us to make unbelievable choices.

At the cost of belonging, of being loved, we will show up, protecting those we love. We will keep silent and lose sleep; we will be stressed and we will get sick because it’s about what will happen and what we will lose and what it ultimately will costs us if we disclose what happened. It is that fear of losing more than what we have already lost that keeps us going back. It is also the illusion of or the holding onto what family can be if we continue to show up and shut up. The facade of a happy family will cost less than the punishment and continued abuse that will happen if we disown them.

It is exhausting but healing is worth it.

Healing is worth it. You can count survivors to create life, love anyway, heal anyway, forgive anyway and trust anyway. Sometimes our very existence can be exhausting. Yet, people will want us to heal on their time. They will ask to hurry up, forgive and move on. However, people don’t understand that it takes a lot of focus, practice and courage for us to show up.

Between preparing, protecting and surviving, life can be a blur.

People expect us to be rational, determined, responsible, and accountable—move on and never look back, be successful people who will never let this happen to their children. Even with a plan in place, it takes everything we have to sit in front of our abusers and pretend that nothing happened. We put a smile on our faces so that everyone doesn’t know we are scared, that our stomach isn’t tight, that our breathing is short and fast, the we are not numb at the thought that we might find ourselves alone with them.

Although, holding onto the abuse, day in and day out is exhausting—the healing work to live and thrive anyway is absolutely worth it. The choice of healing happens in a moments when we decide that something in us has got to change. When we decide to look at our lives and retrace our steps to put it all together, to make sense about who we are.

What experiences have shaped our identity and we start to truly answer, how did we get here? How did it get this bad? When did we lose ourselves? What is it that had so much impact in our lives that we are now in a cycle of violence with ourselves and others? When did “it” cost us our word, our integrity, our dreams, our family, our life?

We have no more to lose—we only have our dignity, humanity, truth and power to reclaim!

Wisdom of the day

“Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma—which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most importantly, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.” ~ Steve Jobs

 

Leon Chaitow on the uses and abuses of postural assessment

Leon Chaitow recently opined on the uses and abuses of postural assessments in massage and manual muscle therapies. His insights can be found here.

Ambivalence on Valentine’s Day: Is it par for the course or a solipistic excuse?

“To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering, one must not love. But then, one suffers from not loving. Therefore, to love is to suffer; to suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy, then, is to suffer, but suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be happy, one must love or love to suffer or suffer from too much happiness.”

(Woody Allen, Love and Death)

If there is more nuanced argument in favor of BDSM and staying in an unhealthy relationship than the one illustrated above, I have not heard of it or heard tell of one. Woody Allen as most of the first world knows is a child molester and failing that, took advantage of a young woman on the cusp of adulthood who just so happened to be his step daughter.

The quote above reminds me of why I chose not to purchase or physically buy a copy of Different Loving back in 2004-5.  I made a comment to my younger sister back in 2000 while she was visiting me in St. Pete Beach that her decision to remain in the relationship she was then involved in was the equivalent of such behavior. I asked her at the time, if she would be willing to let the young man she was then dating take her favorite childhood toy and drag it thru the mud or otherwise abuse and destroy it.

I recently took my own advice yet again when trying to wrench my heart out of the grasp of an old flame who is no longer the man he was when we dated 22 or so years ago. Nothing is more heartbreaking than seeing someone you care about expressing the kinds of sentiments such as those expressed in the quote from Woody Allen above.

When BDSM is attacked by the moral majority or by psychologists as a perversion, it is presumed to be akin to fringe psychological theories associated with the specter of Theocratic religion which equate child sexual molestation with homosexuality, projection and the acting out of abuse. Any real difficulties associated with the actual WORK of being a part of a healthy relationship are presumed to be more heinous and significant than they may actually be and open the door to attacks on natural philosophy as an excuse for justifications of a religious foundation for everything from government to the family. All invasions of one kind or another into the private sector from numerous angles for the most suspicious of reasons.

Poor models for psychological health and attacks on the discipline of psychology itself created such issues as those above and also gave rise to the Satanic Panics of the late 70’s and early 1980’s. I still am of the opinion that when such paradigms are advanced that nothing natural is the issue and that what is truly being advanced via a Trojan Horse is the presumption of utilitarianism as a panacea. While I don’t doubt that philosophers such a Jeremy Bentham might once have been able to promote his concept in a strictly economic vein, questions of polygamy, naturalism and prostitution all center around the solipsistic clouding of issues when economics and privacy meet.

Warren

While I did purchase a copy of Different Loving in the past three years, I still have not read it. It seems that yet again, I lack the stomach for it. After all, what does a single unmarried woman need with such a book, when there are so many unhappy married people clearly making good use of it without my assistance or help?

Happy Valentine’s Day Everyone! Remember, Massage Therapists are not only NOT prostitutes, we are not endless wells of natural philosophy to be raped for utilitarian reasons by the unscrupulous and the ill-informed seeker of pleasure, spirituality or religion.