I ask it with trepidation: Haveyoubeen the victim of sexual abuse? My guess is the question itself is enough to turn your stomach. According
to Dr. Frank Putnam, professor of pediatrics and psychiatry at
Cincinnati Children's Hospital Medical Center, the cortisol levels (of
some participants in a study he worked on) "wound up looking like(those of) Vietnam vets." Cortisol is a steroid hormone released in response to stress. "That tells us they are in a chronic state of stress, and never feel safe." Victims of sexual abuse:
Are more likely to have behavioral problems
Have higher rates of obesity
And of depression
Struggle with sexual development
Experience challenges in cognitive development
Are more likely to engage in risky behavior
And to enter into abusive relationships later in life
Have more physical health problems
Have more mental health problems including difficulty regulating brain chemistry
Suffer - both from what they've endured and from the guilt they suffer in silence
Did you know that
1 in 3 girls are abused before their 18th birthday?!
As a coach, I routinely speak with women who've been violated. I've been outraged to read of the dismissal of their suffering! I'm pained by the shame that underlies their suffering! And I've been moved to do something.
I'm beyond privileged to invite you to a unique teleconference on
Join me in a conversation with Amy Barth as we take an open look at the issues at hand and welcome your questions.
You can read more about Amy here
and you'll learn more about her on the call. For now I want to let you
know that she has 20 years of experience working with children and
teens in crisis. She founded Teen Crisis Line, a peer counseling
hotline in New York; started a play therapy program in a shelter for
homeless mothers and children; and was Director of the Suicide
Prevention Program at a New York City high school. She's also the
author of four books including "101 Tips For Survivors of Sexual
Abuse," and "101 Tips For Recovering From Eating Disorders."
If you're a survivor then this call is definitely for you!
And even if not, there's bound to be a young girl or woman in your life who's been affected. Sexual abuse is any sort of non-consensual sexual contact. It can happen to men or women of any age. Youdo know a victim even if you don't know it.
So won't youjoin me? For you - and for the women in your life. Here's the info again:
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Today is the anniversary of the murder of Gabi and Rivky Holtzberg hy"d.
Today
Mira Sharf, a young woman of 30 and mother of three children who
conducted Jewish outreach in India, was also murdered. She was not the
only one. Aharon Smagda and Yitzchak Amselam were also murdered. And
Mira's husband and child are in critical condition.
Today is the New Moon of the Hebrew month of Kislev. It is known as the month of light.
Join
me on a teleconference call in response to today's events and in honor
of the New Moon. Make it an affirmation of life. Let's commit to
conquer the darkness with light.
We will speak about having how to sustain faith in face of suffering and our relationship with the Land of Israel.
You will also have a chance to share your thoughts.
Please join me in honor of Mira, Aharon and Yitzchak.
My
friend Sandy is the founder and sole member of The Fallen Heiress Club.The child of a wealthy business man and a
mother who was a movie star – or at least looked like one – she grew up in
silence and boarding homes with the richest kids in the neighborhood.Today, she wears the remnants of their wealth
around her neck in the form of antique pearls. They are apricot colored
and in places chipped. Her other necklace is strung with aquamarine fish which
move on her neck as if floating in sleep.
After
her folks died within weeks of each other, the lawyer who handled their estate
took the money and left her to her bereavement and a sixties-era search for
meaning. At the time she drove a red Porsche, arrived in New York wearing
a floor length yellow sari and couldn't care less about what she no longer had.
She feels differently today.
I
once asked Sandy if I could join her club.
"No,"
she said emphatically. "You were never rich enough, and you're not
poor enough now."
She's
right.
I've
thought of myself as having plenty, and I've experienced myself as being
without.But truth be told neither of
those two perceptions had much to do with the external reality of my life.Emotions, not facts, generally drive our
responses to money; and our assessment of our personal financial situation
often reveals little of what the facts on the ground are.Instead they reveal much about our inner
state and way of relating to the world.Sandy’s hit it on the nail.I
might feel as if I fit the criteria to join her club but the facts belie the
feeling because, as with most folks, my relationship with money is about more
than what it appears to be on the surface.
A
while ago my friend Ru sent me a great excerpt from, “Hand to Mouth: A
Chronicle of Early Failure” by Paul Auster.He captures the notion that money is always more than it appears:
My father was tight; my mother was extravagant. She
spent; he didn’t. The memory of poverty had not loosened
its hold on his spirit, and even though his circumstances had changed, he could
never quite bring himself to believe it. She,
on the other hand, took great pleasure in those altered circumstances. She
enjoyed the rituals of consumerism, and like so many Americans before her and
since, she cultivated shopping as a means of self-expression, at times raising
it to the level of an art form. To enter a store was to engage in an
alchemical process that imbued the cash register with magical, transformative
properties. Inexpressible
desires, intangible needs, and unarticulated longings all passed through the
money box and came out as real things, palpable objects you could hold in your
hand. My
mother never tired of re-enacting this miracle, and the bills that resulted
became a bone of contention between her and my father. She
felt that we could afford them; he didn’t. Two
styles, two worldviews, two moral philosophies were in eternal conflict with
each other, and in the end it broke their marriage apart…For the life of me I
could never understand how such a relatively unimportant issue could cause so
much trouble between them.Money, of
course, is never just money. It’s always something else, and it’s always
something more, and it always has the last word.
This
truth is communicated in an abundantly clear way in a commentary on the
Biblical story of the Golden Calf.It’s the archetypical symbol of making an
idol (out) of gold.If only for a
moment, the Jews in the desert bought in to the “fact” that Money is Love – or
Meaning, or Happiness, or Whatever.The
delusion constituted a prime failure of being.So big was the fall that it took something cosmic on our part to heal.As part of the restoration, the People of
Israel had to build a sanctuary; an Embassy for the Divine one might call it.The project was funded by the people
themselves.Twice they donated a half
coin of the standard currency towards its construction (which came to ten ge’ira
each time) and once they gave a varying gift of any amount they chose.
The
reasoning behind this is profound.The
people were spiritually, mentally and emotionally engaged in the whole
process.They also gathered around the
idol as they danced and laughed; ate and drank in celebration.And each one (excluding the women and
Levites) gave of their money to its construction.In other words, they served the calf with
their souls, their bodies and their wealth.The donation of the two coins and the personally designated gift
offering were each an act of repair targeting these three dimensions which needed
fixing.
Start
with the spiritual component.Your soul
has ten innate abilities – three ways of thinking and seven emotional
capacities.That goes for every one of
us whether intelligent or dull, loving or strict.It makes no difference at a soul level if you’ve
got a genius IQ or can’t wrap your head around numbers; or whether you’re a
visionary dreamer or a meat-and-potatoes kind of guy.Your soul comes from G-d.And so does your neighbor’s.At our core, we’re the same.As such, to repair the damage done by serving
the Calf with their souls, each person had to give ten ge’ira corresponding to the universal ten powers of every human
being’s soul.A uniform amount for the entire
nation.
Their
service of the idol was physical too.The people got up and laughed and danced and celebrated.Regarding our bodies, the sages of the Talmud
teach that, “There are three partners in a person – the Holy Blessed One, the
father and the mother.”As mentioned,
G-d gives us the ten soul powers.In
addition to that, each parent contributes five physical components: the white
of the child’s bones, sinews and nails for example from the father; and the red
of the flesh, blood and the black of the eye from the mother.Every person’s body is formed in the same
way.Each human body, athletic or
clumsy, strong or weak, has uniformity to it whether you’re male or female; a newborn or
aging; a triathlete or confined to a wheelchair. Thus just as with the atonement at a spiritual
level, so
in this case the atonement was the same for everyone, ten ge’ira corresponding
to the ten building block we each inherit from our parents.
However
when it came to rectifying worshiping the Calf with their wealth, the course of
action changed.“Donate whatever you’d
like,” they were told.Why not a third
half shekel?Because this time they were
fixing up having served the idol with their wealth, and wealth is a subjective
reality!It would be meaningless to say,
“Let the rich give more and the poor less.”Who’s to say whether someone’s rich or poor?By definition that’s something which is
determined on the inside.And so G-d
invited the people to give whatever they desired – in accordance with their
subjective experience of their own financial status.
On
the one hand, Sandy’s right.When it
comes to the facts I was never rich enough and thank G-d never that poor.At another, doesn’t what we’re saying mean
that membership in Sandy’s club is open to all
of us?If you ever simply felt like a
million bucks and then plunged into despair about how lacking you are then it’s
my guess that you qualify.If in your
own head you’re Down-and-Out; a Fallen Heiress; a Nouveau Riche; a Millionaire,
then at the level we’re talking of you probably are.
The
remarkable thing about which club you belong to is that the one you belong to
in your head can have a whole lot to do with the one you connect with in the
physical world.But that’s another topic
altogether.
Join us for "Business, Blessing and Balance," a 3-part teleseminar designed to reawaken your purpose and passion in life and at work. With Shimona Tzukernik and Naomi Shapiro Salberg. Register here.