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  1. Hope

    Calm waters


    A change of tide comes about each day-
    a mood of the sea, drifting with gravity
    Sailing the waves, my heart rises and falls
    Memories gone by, some wanting to be left alone.
    some crashing , breaking on the sandy shores of my mind


    The power of the force of water, of memory knocks me back
    Takes me to places under – I don’t like it
    Yet also lifts me further on, to a new place-
    one of leaving the old behind
    New shores, new rocks to scramble over
    new beginnings for old experiences


    The seasons change. The pattern of the tides change
    Time changes me.
    From in the depths of the harrowing winter storm season of my trauma emerges the spring tide-
    some swells, some lows yet all the time moving forward


    Healing is also for a season. The tides of my life
    Time to have heart ache, feel enormous pain
    To re-live the nightmares of the past that emerge as a storm into my present


    Times of feeling dragged under water, unable to keep my head afloat, to breathe alone


    Yet times of letting it go- letting the waves rise and fall and know i will not perish into the depths of my mind- into the total abyss of feeling the hurt, lonely, worthless, used rag that I will not continue to be


    Knowing that as a wave takes me I am no longer alone.
    I no longer become dragged down by secrets needing to be kept out of fear
    I can look forward- to new shores
    Remembering my past yet not being held captive by it
    Swimming, not drowning, being able to stay afloat

    Swim not drown

    Seasons of the sea mean that I can be healed, set free
    Free to sail in a repaired and restored safe boat.
    Safe to ask questions and for some to know my past
    Not always waiting for high tide to crash, destroy and engulf

    Living in the now- without looking over my shoulder for the ‘has beens’

    I acknowledge the perils of the sea, the forces that will always be there in my mind
    Yet I am learning to deal with them, not be a prisoner of them

    To let it go. Let my self be okay to rise and fall to acknowledge this as normal

    One day I may understand the tides of my life
    Know the reasons why I ended up on this horrific path I once walked, I swam, I barely kept on.

    One day is closer than yesterday, closer than when my storm came, when I barely kept afloat

    One day I will no longer fear the open water of what could have been and what was.

    Yet for now…. I need to stay on my boat, believe in the safety of it and know I can ride the waves.

    Posted 12 January 2018
  2. Poem by a survivor

    A survivor has kindly asked us to share the following piece of poetry.  Writing poetry can help survivors find their voices during difficult and stormy times.  We are very grateful to the survivor for sharing their poetry and we hope it can help other survivors too.

    Feeling in Turmoil

    Feeling in turmoil, like a boat tossed around in turbulent swells.
    Remembering, like watching a 3d film, looking on. Watching. Listening. Feeling.
    Distant yet there.
    Removed. Not reacting. Submitting. Conforming. Letting it happen. Confused.


    Acknowledging my responsibilities as a child were not as an adult’s.
    I was there. It was happening to me yet….
    It was not my fault.
    It was not my fault, just as I am not responsible for the storms at sea.
    It was not my fault, for I was the child in his care.
    It was not my fault, even though my adult mind may creep in thoughts that it was.



    Heading into calmer waters and seeing things through clearer glass.
    Talking to someone who is not shocked, who listens and has the patience to hear what I don’t say.
    Attempting to let go from trying to process myself
    Memories stirred up, triggered by normal events of life.
    My mind dealing with a torrent of emotion, feelings so real, inside so deep.


    There is a light at the end of the tunnel.
    Boats are not designed to stay in harbours yet sail free.
    My life, my boat, it’s resting in calm safe shores.
    Being repaired of the unseen damage not spoken of from years gone by.
    Rotten wood being gently unearthed and exposed to see the true beauty that lies beneath.
    A hull being restored-stronger without blemish or scarring from its past.
    That’s my boat. It will be.
    Heading out into the oceans of life, not looking back.

    Posted 17 December 2017
  3. A Poem by Emma

    Emma is a survivor who has started to write poetry to help healing, expression and coping. We hope her words might help you too. Thank you Emma for sharing.


    A long time coming


    Rape lasts longer than a moment,

    Rape burns an imprint into the self.


    Rape strips more than the outside

    It thieves the words from your frightened mouth.

    It makes you think you are different,

    Like you’re deserving of this sin.

    It cripples up the body

    It freezes up the skin.


    Should you ever meet a person,

    Who has survived this evil act.

    They’ve discovered the gift of healing.

    Found blessing in attack.


    The breadth of their compassion,

    The depth within their soul,

    The challenges they’ve faced,

    Just to learn they’re more than whole.


    Rape can last a lifetime,

    Even if just a moment it may last,

    Yet the power, with own permission can be restored,

    The pain, the silence, the past.

    Posted 9 December 2017
  4. Learning to Love Myself

    This blog reflects on an issue we are sure many survivors will relate to, the challenge of learning to love yourself. Thank you to the survivor, who wishes to remain anonymous, for writing this blog, sharing their journey and for contributing something back to RSVP through fundraising for us. We are very grateful and hope you feel proud of how many positive changes you’ve made in order to reach a place where you know what a strong, capable and resilient survivor you are.




    I think everyone struggles to like themselves at some point in their lives. Unfortunately for me, and so many other survivors, liking myself always seemed an impossible task. After six years of sexual abuse at the hands of a person I thought loved me, I even struggled to want to be in my own body, let alone like it.


    My journey to recovery started when I chose to tell a friend of my abuse. I was 12. My friend didn’t think much of it, and maybe I didn’t either. I look back and realise that neither of us understood it. By 15, my abuse had become idle gossip amongst the other children at school. Whispers in the corridor, messages posted online, texts to my phone, things shouted at me across the playground… Only they weren’t gossiping in belief; I was branded a liar and an attention seeker. My nightmare had only just begun when I was called into the Head’s office and told that he would be informing social services and my parents. My parents… it was the thing I’d always dreaded the most. What would they think? What would they say? Watching them be told, along with my big sister, was truly heart-breaking. It is a memory that is etched on my brain as the start of a downward spiral in my life.


    I’m not ashamed to admit, I was in a dark place. I stopped eating, grasping at the one thing I felt I had control over whilst my life appeared to be unravelling around me. I truanted from school, unable to bear the gossip and the bullies. I isolated myself from my family, barely able to take the guilt I felt from the pain they were in. Years passed by; I was stuck in a haze of my own misery, self pity and guilt, hurting myself because I always felt it was my fault.


    It was my sister who pushed me to go to counselling. She made the call. She set it up. And I can honestly say it changed my life. Driving there by myself, walking into the room and speaking to someone about my abuse is the bravest thing I have ever done and a defining moment in my life. I finally started to like myself a little. The pride I felt when leaving my first counselling session has carried me, enabled me to pursue my career and to finally raise some money for a charity like RSVP and give something back to people like me.


    I wake up everyday and remind myself that I am strong, I am capable and I am a survivor. It’s okay to put yourself first, it’s okay to look after yourself and it is most definitely okay to LOVE yourself. Every day, I read a new story and every day I am reminded that it wasn’t my fault. I have witnessed the incredible, unshakable strength of survivors and I intend to continue my journey to loving myself because of that.

    Posted 4 September 2017
  5. Lies


    Our thanks go to Cas who sent us her blog to share. She wants to see if anyone feels the same as her and show that if they do that they’re not alone.


    The anxiety, it’s there squeezing at my lungs. What is there to be anxious of? Life. That’s what I fear. It’s a battle every day to feel even half functional; to think, to move, to do, to be. It’s just one long journey that I face every day. The waking in the morning, with a heavy head, heart and body, and wishing it was easier. Every day, much of the same.

    I see what I do, what I can achieve. I help people worse off than me, I support organisations with quality, and I help save people’s lives. I do so much good in this world, but it’s all too hard, too much energy. I wish to stop it all, the anxiety of achieving all of this lays heavy on my chest. Though if I were to stop, the illnesses of the mind and body will win. I will shrivel and curl and hurt and hide. And despite knowing this, I crave it all.


    Viewing the World Through Foggy Lenses


    I crave nothing, normal, no pain, no anxiety, and no trauma. I wish for it all to be gone, not happening to me or within me. It’s all too much. The constant thinking and planning, its hard work. Trying to eat right, sleep right, work right, do relationships right, plan right, move right, do right, be right. That nagging that sits in my brain makes the easiest of decisions the hardest to make. Thank god for coffee and not needing to know if I need it or not – I do. Simple.

    I watch all of these people, they seem to know. They get this life thing. My mind tells me that they must have some struggles in life – life can’t be that perfect, but how do they do it? They just seem to be on this playing field of life and running free against the storms. How do they do this? Is there a knack to this life thing that no one has told me about?

    That said, how many people have said similar about me; how confident I am, that I know what I’m doing. It’s all a lie I tell you, I don’t know. No one’s told me the secret. All I know is that I fake it through this veil of fear and anxiety. No one can tell, but it’s all fake. It’s not me. It’s all lies.

    Though if I’m lying to the world, is the world lying to me too?


    Posted 9 August 2017
  6. Going through life backwards – part 2

    This is the second part of a powerful letter written by Bibi, a survivor.  You can read the first part here

    We come into this world helpless and we survive despite the efforts (or lack thereof) of Grown Ups. We learn very early on that no one knows what they are doing. That we are alone in the world. We learn that people hurt each other and that there are a hundred different ways that we are unacceptable or unlovable, which means life or death for small squidgy humans. Our brains react quickly to this threat to survival by trying to be acceptable to everyone. We are constantly alert and focused on possible situations where we will come up short, or worse, attacked or hurt. We come face to face with our limitations before we get a chance to explore what we can do. Everyone around us needs something. We are always at someone’s beck and call. The Grown Ups are abusers, neglecters or just not able to care for us. Sometimes they are all of these things. We are stressed and we are overwhelmed but there is no one to turn to. We are knackered. But we don’t know it, because there hasn’t really been anything else to compare it to. We have lost our identities and our Selves, before we even formed them. Our bodies experience pain from a young age, on a regular basis. We might have relationships or children eventually, but there’s a part of us that’s always alone. Alone like being 4 years old, standing on a rock in an asteroid belt in a galaxy far from the earth.

    If we are lucky, we find support, or resources and we break free, slowly, extremely painfully and with many false starts. Many will not and this is a much under-estimated tragedy.

    We replay in our minds and re-enact in our lives the traumas and stresses of our childhood. We find ourselves dragged back into the same situations we want so much to leave behind. Until we collapse like a star into a black hole. Maybe more than once. But each time we come back a little brighter, a little more resilient and a little more “us”. Our tendency to shine is as strong as our tendency to collapse – but we don’t know it. When we find ourselves around the right people, it starts to become clear that because we fall apart into so many pieces, there are more opportunities to shape ourselves in different ways, so long as we have the right support.

    It’s scary. We are like children, new born and vulnerable. Everything seems new, and at the same time has strange, sharp strings that attach to our past lives. We are finding out who we are and pushing our boundaries and those of others. Sometimes too far, sometimes too little. We learn that we have this helpless squidgy thing inside of us that needs our protection and care and we are scared. We have not seen what care looks so we try many ways to rid ourselves of our vulnerable parts, or lock it away but it will not go and at some point we realise it is us.

    We have to be our own Grown Up. It’s not fair, having to bring yourself up and it’s extremely hard work – but we are wiser than most, because we are at once, both older and younger than our physical years. We are still so much the child we were but we are also adult enough to use our intellect and knowledge. And it is never too late. Our brains are like putty. Really dried up, rigid putty, that you can slowly carve new grooves in by just going along the same track, over and over.

    With our adult outsides we can go places and have experiences that real children could not. The earth and all its life-forms have treasures that can stir our latent creativity and playfulness which may have been frozen years ago. We can learn and discover and we can slowly find our place, where we can thrive. We can choose how to grow up, stop doing things out of habit, or because it’s expected. We can get to know our inner squidgy helpless thing better and better and choose to give it everything it needs. We build our Selves. And though we may face more sadness and difficulties, and our bodies may give up, we do not regret.

    Because whatever we do, we have given it all we have got. We have faced demons that many could not imagine and we have fought battles many would never understand. We have created ourselves from a thousand shattered fragments and we have seen the other side of a black hole. We are survivors.

    Posted 18 May 2017
  7. Going through life backwards – part 1

    This powerful and moving letter is written by Bibi, a survivor.

    A letter to anyone who has gone through life backwards,

    Yes you read that right. No I am not talking about time travel. I am talking about the order of life “lessons” you learn.

    We come into this world a soft squidgy completely helpless being. We have to win people over with our lovely smell, smile, gurgle, squidginess, burps or we will die. To not be liked as this overgrown embryo, is life or death. Without someone who loves us, who would protect our squishiness, or feed our bodies, or train our brains for life we wouldn’t survive. Love is survival. No less than food or water. So it’s hardwired in our brains. We need to be loved and accepted or else…..death.

    For some of us, as we get older, things get progressively more complicated. We start out with Grown Ups Who Know Things and as we get older we slowly learn that Grown Ups aren’t magic. They don’t always have answers, sometimes they have wrong answers, and that no one really knows what they are doing (to some extent). You realise you ARE the Grown Ups and it’s scary. Maybe you have a mid-life crisis. If you have chosen to create mini humans in your laboratory of love, or if you have a job where you hold people’s lives in your hands, then this feeling is probably most likely magnified. It descends upon you as your first little wriggly squidgy thing appears in your arms and you can see that its very life relies completely and utterly on your ability to be a Grown Up. You were not long ago completely helpless and now you are in charge of a completely helpless squidgy thing? You aren’t ready. You are stressed and freaked out. You feel overwhelmed. You are at the beck and call of beings that need so much. All of the time. And you are knackered, Never have you been so knackered. Your brain is fried. And you feel like you are losing your identity – your Self.

    But maybe you go to therapy or find new friends and learn to rediscover your Self. As you get older, your body starts giving up on you, it complains all the time. You lose friends, you lose family. You might need to start caring for your Grown Ups, who suddenly seem so small and fragile and helpless and squidgy. You might go through traumas, divorces, moving house, illness, redundancy, bereavement. Life is hard. You wish you could just be a carefree child running in a field of daisies again, your biggest problem being that your ice lolly is the wrong shade of yellow. But it also has a lot of good stuff, thought you may have your regrets.

    We are all human and we all feel pain and loss but some people experience these things in reverse. They could be rich beyond your wildest dreams, or poorer than your worst nightmares. They might be fat or thin, loud or quiet. There’s no class of person that is immune, but if you grew up in poverty there is more likelihood of being a part of this group.

    This group of people are forced to live life backwards, because of adversity in childhood. In life, stress is helpful. Hardship builds character. But toxic chronic stress as children means we lose our childhoods, our identities before they are formed and many years of our lives.

    To be continued…

    Posted 11 May 2017
  8. 13 Reasons Why Not To

    Hi, I’m Chris and I am a survivor.

    I wanted to share my experience of watching the TV series “13 Reasons Why.”

    You may be asking “why are you sharing this?” Well, for those that haven’t seen it yet and are thinking about watching it, I just wanted to give a little insight and health warning; as a survivor I found that watching this series was harrowing. I also suffer with depression and anxiety and have come back from a dark place, and within this series there are some very graphic scenes which could easily cause upset and trigger painful thoughts and feelings that you might feel overwhelmed by. I had these thoughts and feelings, however due to the support that I have had from RSVP and from family and close friends, I have the awareness and tools to understand what I was thinking and feeling and be able to process them.

    For those who have seen it, you might know what I’m talking about. When life is trying to throw its worst at you, sometimes it can be hard and you feel alone, and dark thoughts and feelings can take over. This series tries to deal with topics such as suicide, bullying, drug use, self-harm and cutting, sexual violence and also includes scenes of rape. Although this is a TV series, it is realistic in parts, and can be very thought provoking, I know it made me think of my dark times.

    To help you and other survivors, I’ve collated “13 Reasons Why Not To” in the hope that if you watch the series and find things tough, or dark thoughts start setting in, you can read my words so you don’t lose hope and give up.

    1. It really is ok not to be ok; dark times, despair and crying are not signs of weakness.

    2. You might not know where to find it yet, but there is still hope.

    3. There are people who believe in you and will listen and care.

    4. Even if you don’t realise it yet, you have the strength to move beyond this temporary despair and pain.

    5. Don’t be ashamed to talk to someone who will listen, your friends or family, a neighbour, a counsellor or the RSVP helpline.

    6. Things will begin to get better, light always follows darkness.

    7. You deserve much more than ending your life this way, you are precious and have a lot to give the world.

    8. Hurting yourself, will also hurt the ones that love and care for you.

    9. Nowhere in the world is there anyone else like you; the world needs you, so embrace your uniqueness.

    10. A permanent solution is not a good fix for a temporary issue.

    11. The way you feel right now will probably not be the same in a day, month or year, you never know how you might feel in another moment.

    12. Write down your thoughts, they will look different on paper.

    13. Last but not least, to be able to experience life in its fullness, even if things are not good right now, will give you the chance for things to be different and positive in the future; you just don’t know what could happen.

    Thank you for taking the time to read this. If “13 Reasons Why” has already affected you, please talk to someone, especially if you have experienced any of the topics within this series, there are people that will listen, believe and support you. Chris.

    ‘…Hope…’ by Darren Tunnicliff and reused under a Creative Commons licence

    Posted 4 May 2017
  9. Such Is Life & Never The Same.

    Here is the second story from Ann, a survivor and client at RSVP. You can read Ann’s first story ‘The Inspiration To Have a Life’ here.

    My grandson said these 3 little words to me such a long time ago. It got me thinking of all the years I have locked away my feelings.

    So much anger, pain trapped inside, causing so much suffering towards myself. That horrible feeling of being worthless, useless and no good to anyone let alone yourself. Just a waste of space, a waste of air.

    Thoughts of having to do good for everyone else, just to be accepted as a human being. Not able to accept praise, the feeling of not being worthy of any. I always felt like the one in the wrong having to take all the blame for other people who had done bad things to me.

    So much shame, dirt, ill feelings, ugliness and hate only I could feel for so long. The feeling of being alone even in a crowded room, just there to serve others needs.

    Never The Same.

    Never feel the same, wanting to belong somewhere no-one can ever feel the same as anyone else. Maybe they can see the pain in another person’s eyes, not truly feel their pain. The feeling of wanting to belong, to feel SAFE!

    From a very young child feeling the pain of lies and suffering, of shame and hurt. Growing up too quick, hoping no-one else ever feels like I do. Wanting to speak out but afraid of being called a liar, told you would be locked away or beaten for telling. I was locked away for not going to school, I was hit by my eldest brother so I was afraid that something even worse could happen. I so wanted to DIE.

    Feelings I wanted to share, someone to believe me and try to understand, how this little girl suffered from the age of 3 years old, for so many years feeling like there was no end to her pain.

    But she was wrong she found RSVP.

    Posted 17 February 2017
  10. The Power of a Picture

    Expressing traumatic experiences of sexual violence and sexual abuse through words can be difficult. It can be hard to find the words, to say them and to contain the feelings that talking can bring.

    In this post Beth expresses herself through a picture she has created to explain what abuse can feel like.  We know it’s a courageous step for Beth to allow us to share her painting as part of the 2017 Sexual Abuse and Sexual Violence Awareness Week.

    Many people who have experienced sexual abuse and sexual violence don’t feel ready to talk to anyone in their life. However they find drawing, painting, writing, photography and music some of the many varied ways to express and share things in a way that is meaningful to and manageable for them. We are certain that Beth’s creation will also be meaningful to others too and be one of the different ways that we can help to raise awareness and understanding, after all a picture can often say far more than words.

    Thank you Beth.


    Posted 10 February 2017