Gloria
Diamond Member
Okay, I know I'm getting better. There was a person who was at the last two ACOA functions for our group who acted very inappropriately. One example is that he took a squirt gun and squirted a woman in the crotch and made fun of her and humiliated her that she wet her pants. This is my beloved friend. I respect her so much. This woman was raped, bound and stabbed and left on railroad tracks to die. Not only did she survive by holding her breath so her perp would think she was dead but she later went on to court and her perp is spending the rest of his lift in jail.
So when he said inappropriate things to me and others, the facilitators of the meeting got at least five people calling them and writing them anonymous letters saying that they wouldn't come back if this man was there. I called the facilitators and told them that it was wrong for people who had PTSD not to have a safe place to go. These retreats mean so much to so many people. They said they would talk to the man.
On Friday, my friend (who had been humiliated) called me and I went early to keep her spirits up because she had written a letter and planned to read it to this man. Well, I assumed that the facilitators had said SOMETHING to this jerk. He was acting like an ass on Friday night but we managed to just laugh it off. I live only a mile from the retreat and I have horses and dogs to take care of so I went home. I didn't get back to the retreat until 10:15. My friend was in tears and said she was leaving because they hadn't even talked to him and he was still humiliating her.
Well............Here is my part. Little Gloria became a roaring lion!!! I grabbed my girlfriend's hand and walked right up in front of the group to the faciliatators and told that my friend and I were leaving and cancelling payment on our checks. I told them that they had the responsibility to make this a safe place. When one of the facilatators said that he intended to talk to him sometime later. I YELLED "You had weeks to talk to him. This is totally unacceptable!'.
They took my friend in a room with that jerk and I could hear him swearing and heard things slamming. I was so upset. My friend had begged me to wait for her to come out and not to leave before she came out. I started shaking so hard. I have epilepsy and I was so afraid that I was going to have a seizure. I talked about it in my group. We held hands and prayed. Then a very, very kind man asked if he could sit with me and and hold me. He said "Pretend like I'm your father or brother". Well, I never feel comfortable letting anyone hold me but I let him hold me and I stopped shaking. Then we started talking about anxiety attacks and I told him about how much this site has helped me. Then we had a laugh because both my brother and my father molested me so saying that I should pretend he was my father or brother really wasn't the most comforting thing I could hear. I did. I managed to laugh. I saw the perpetrator leave with his suitcase and he was angry.
I talked to my friend and heard all about how angry he was during the discussion. Then I went home. I had to go home because I was so triggered. I was so exhausted. I can't stand confrontation. I was so embaressed by my behavior. I went home, got in bed in the fetal position and I didn't get out of bed for days. But then I remembered that I got attacked by the police and wrongfully beat up two years ago and I didn't get out of bed for weeks. I thought if I don't go back to the retreat right away, it would just be harder going back the next time. So I did. I got hugs. I calmed down.
Of course the next morning, PTSD anxiety took over again but I got through the day. I almost couldn't get out of bed this morning but my social worker came at 10:30 today and he is such a blessing and I talked it out. I am up and about and not in bed. To me, this is the miracle of this site. It's a place I can go to talk about this stuff because no one else understands how you get so triggered and all of a sudden you have full blown anxiety attacks. I can't handle conflict. I am terrified of this man because he is really big and bald and he looks like Mr. Clean. I think he's scarey. But he left and I am still standing - maybe with tears in my eyes, maybe still shaking a bit, but I am still standing.
So when he said inappropriate things to me and others, the facilitators of the meeting got at least five people calling them and writing them anonymous letters saying that they wouldn't come back if this man was there. I called the facilitators and told them that it was wrong for people who had PTSD not to have a safe place to go. These retreats mean so much to so many people. They said they would talk to the man.
On Friday, my friend (who had been humiliated) called me and I went early to keep her spirits up because she had written a letter and planned to read it to this man. Well, I assumed that the facilitators had said SOMETHING to this jerk. He was acting like an ass on Friday night but we managed to just laugh it off. I live only a mile from the retreat and I have horses and dogs to take care of so I went home. I didn't get back to the retreat until 10:15. My friend was in tears and said she was leaving because they hadn't even talked to him and he was still humiliating her.
Well............Here is my part. Little Gloria became a roaring lion!!! I grabbed my girlfriend's hand and walked right up in front of the group to the faciliatators and told that my friend and I were leaving and cancelling payment on our checks. I told them that they had the responsibility to make this a safe place. When one of the facilatators said that he intended to talk to him sometime later. I YELLED "You had weeks to talk to him. This is totally unacceptable!'.
They took my friend in a room with that jerk and I could hear him swearing and heard things slamming. I was so upset. My friend had begged me to wait for her to come out and not to leave before she came out. I started shaking so hard. I have epilepsy and I was so afraid that I was going to have a seizure. I talked about it in my group. We held hands and prayed. Then a very, very kind man asked if he could sit with me and and hold me. He said "Pretend like I'm your father or brother". Well, I never feel comfortable letting anyone hold me but I let him hold me and I stopped shaking. Then we started talking about anxiety attacks and I told him about how much this site has helped me. Then we had a laugh because both my brother and my father molested me so saying that I should pretend he was my father or brother really wasn't the most comforting thing I could hear. I did. I managed to laugh. I saw the perpetrator leave with his suitcase and he was angry.
I talked to my friend and heard all about how angry he was during the discussion. Then I went home. I had to go home because I was so triggered. I was so exhausted. I can't stand confrontation. I was so embaressed by my behavior. I went home, got in bed in the fetal position and I didn't get out of bed for days. But then I remembered that I got attacked by the police and wrongfully beat up two years ago and I didn't get out of bed for weeks. I thought if I don't go back to the retreat right away, it would just be harder going back the next time. So I did. I got hugs. I calmed down.
Of course the next morning, PTSD anxiety took over again but I got through the day. I almost couldn't get out of bed this morning but my social worker came at 10:30 today and he is such a blessing and I talked it out. I am up and about and not in bed. To me, this is the miracle of this site. It's a place I can go to talk about this stuff because no one else understands how you get so triggered and all of a sudden you have full blown anxiety attacks. I can't handle conflict. I am terrified of this man because he is really big and bald and he looks like Mr. Clean. I think he's scarey. But he left and I am still standing - maybe with tears in my eyes, maybe still shaking a bit, but I am still standing.