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  1. My Arranged Marriage: A Blog by Mani

    Many thanks to Mani, a volunteer trustee Board member here at RSVP, for sharing her blog post about her arranged marriage.

    A foreword from Mani:

    “I spoke about my experience because in my culture we are taught not to talk about anything. I wanted to share my experience for myself and also to help others find a voice. To be a voice for change and to allow us women to be heard.”

    “I don’t really remember my wedding day, I remember sections, I remember bits I’ve seen on my photo album but don’t remember actually being there. If there was ever a moment I had an out of body experience it was then. I just remember thinking I looked hideous, my hair was very flyaway in the wind and it was annoying me. I don’t remember the pheere (circles/vows for Sikhs) we do them four times and I can’t remember a single one.”

    Then on the honeymoon:

    “I vaguely remember checking into the little B&B we booked in Ambleside, it was a pretty place, I probably won’t ever return. That day we went for a walk about the town, we returned to our room after dinner, whilst he was showering I fell asleep. I remember waking at 2am, he had set my alarm to wake me up and well we did ‘it’, it wasn’t exactly consensual on my part and whilst I didn’t immediately use the ‘R’ word for what I went through, it left me traumatised. I hadn’t realised what I had gone through until about four years ago (so six years after I was married) that just because you’re married does not entitle your husband to your body.”

    To read Mani’s full blog post, please click here.

    More amazing work by Mani can be found at manismadness.com and via her social media channels: @ManisMadness

    Posted 6 June 2020
  2. We’re In This Together

    Thank you to Mollie (not her real name) for sharing this amazing poem; her words emphasize the importance of compassion, connection and coming together during these difficult times.

    We’re in this together

    Let’s hope for joy

    Oh boy oh boy we all need some joy

    Let’s show the world we can smile

    Even if it is for a while

    Let’s look after one another

    So we can beat this together

    As we fight the fight

    I am sure we will be alright

    Let’s pull together

    Now more than ever

    Stay safe please, Mollie

    Posted 29 May 2020
  3. Only A Trigger

    Pearl has written this amazing poem while in lockdown, reflecting on how the current situation has triggered a lot of memories and emotions.

    Lockdown…… 

             Shockdown.

             I’m as small as I was-

             No escape- because

             I have to obey,

             Nothing’s my way,

             I’m out of control,

             I’ve lost my role,

             I’m spiralling down

             Into the pit

             Where the Demons sit

             And laugh, so smug

             at my innocent cries,

             My infant ides

             In shrouds of dust,

             I know I must

             Obey this ‘man’,

             This Power, this sham.

             I have no say,

             No voice to speak,

             No sound, too weak.

             I must just breathe,

             That’s all I can do,

             I know if I breathe

             It will carry me through

             and back into sunlight, where I can be FREE,

             Back to my adult self.

             Back to be me.

             I know I can beat this,

             Can rise up and sing, 

             Its only a trigger

             This ‘Lockdown’ thing.

             BUT, I’m silent with fear, like a mouse scared to tread,

             Frightened of surfaces, scared to be dead.

             I feel unclean, unseen…..

             Only on screen,

             Storing up eye-strain,

             Developing Blue brain,

             Tapping my life out,

             Snipping my hair-

             That’s hard- to be fair.

             Thank God for Wotsap,

             Thank God I’m still 

              here to clap,

              Every Thursday.

             It’s silly I know,

             The big fear is outside,

             I’m safe in my house,

             Being Virtual mouse,

             But the Big Fear is in me,

             inside my head,

             It’s haunting and calling     

             Me down to be dead.

             I have to not listen,

             Not fall for their lies,

             I have to keep going,

             My Phoenix must rise.

             P’raps I should learn this,

             NOW may be the time,

             My jailers are long dead,

             The Demons are mine.

    Posted 13 May 2020
  4. It Was Enough

    Today, instead of sitting with my therapist in person, I had my first session over the phone. I’d known for a while that it was likely we’d need to stop face to face sessions at some point, but I was anxious at the thought of it. I was worried that there would be long, embarrassing pauses, or we’d talk over each other, or I’d get embarrassed and introduce the cat.

    But mostly, I was worried that it wouldn’t be… enough, that it would be a poor substitute for seeing her in person and that I would lose the momentum I’d built up in sessions. I’m used to my therapist’s physical presence when we meet, to her calmness and the sense of safety I have when I’m with her. Would this be replicated in a phone call? Could it be?

    Twenty minutes prior to the call, I showered and changed out of my social distancing casuals and into something smarter and less comfortable. I have absolutely no idea why I did this. It’s not as if my counsellor has ever enforced a dress code!

    Then I sat downstairs, obsessively checking my mobile every few seconds to make sure that the battery really was full, and I hadn’t just imagined it. When she didn’t call the absolute second that we’d arranged, I convinced myself I’d got it all wrong, was a complete loser, nothing would ever go right… then the phone rang. And I jumped.

    And: well, the first few minutes were a bit weird. I paced up and down the room whilst we chatted lightly about the week and I tried (for some reason) to imagine where she was sitting. Then, I sat down on the sofa and talked…

    And talked. And it was fine, better than fine in fact. I probably said more in that call than I do when I’m sitting in front of her and I surprised myself by telling her about something I’d been wanting to for a while, but hadn’t been able to find the words.

    I’m pleased to report too, that her skills in person were replicated, seemingly effortlessly. She knew when to let me be silent and when to gently push. At one point astonishing me by asking what was making me cry when I swear I wasn’t making a sound but just had tears in my eyes.

    We’re doing it again next week and the one after and the one after that and so on until this crisis has passed. After which, I will return to seeing her in person. Until then, though- phone appointments are meaningful and supportive and, well… enough.

    Posted 28 March 2020
  5. Freeing The Prisoner in My Mind: Part 3

    Thanks to Nisha (not her real name) for writing a 3 part blog & choosing to share her journey in the hope that it would help other people subjected to sexual abuse. Here she talks about her nerves about counselling but how it helped her take steps forward too. 

    Part 3-Freeing the Prisoner in My Mind. Reflecting and Looking Forward.

    I still remember my first session at RSVP. I was so nervous, my mind was racing, heart was pounding, and palms were sweating. To add to the emotions, being Asian myself and having an Asian counsellor made me anxious. I felt I would be judged but this was far from the truth, there was no judgement. In fact I think as I’d been honest and open from the start with my counsellor, it helped to clear any fears I had and put my mind at ease. It also helped to build a better relationship between myself and my counsellor. Each week I looked forward to my session, even though at times it was challenging. I had come to realise I didn’t know myself enough and that was hard for me to accept. I guess it was also difficult as I was trying to deal with so much of my past but also my current circumstances at the same time.

    Thankfully, my counsellor took time listening to me and allowing me to let out my tears and frustration. Talking helped and felt like a weight off my shoulders. I was finally taking positive steps forward. No matter how small the steps, they were still steps in the right direction.


    Despite all the challenges, the journey was teaching me so much. I learnt it was ok to reach out and accept support and professional help; it was just too much to deal with mentally by myself. I learnt how important it is to make time for myself; to hear myself think, to reflect, to feel, to understand and to release. I learnt the feelings I felt during this whole process are normal; the fear, the pain, the nerves, the anger, the self-doubting and confusion. Yup, all normal. I learnt the different strategies that helped me; RSVP social support groups, various counselling therapists, holistic therapies, listening and following inspirational people, opening up to close friends, journaling and daily affirmations. I also learnt a great tool for helping with my anxiety; the scare scale – placing current anxiety on a scale of 0 – 100 (100 being the worst thing that could ever happen).

    One important lesson I also learnt was to never give up and to trust the journey. I am still on my journey but I am many steps ahead to when I first started. I am learning so much along the way and I will continue my journey to freeing the prisoner in my mind.

    From the bottom of my heart, thank you RSVP for all your support.

    – Nisha

    Posted 27 January 2020
  6. Freeing The Prisoner in My Mind: Part 2

    Thank you to Nisha (not her real name) for writing a 3 part blog and choosing to share her journey in the hope that it would help other people subjected to sexual abuse. If you’ve missed part 1, click here.


    Part 2: Reliving moments to take steps forward

    Empty

    (Written just after the abuse)

    It seems as though I have everything

    But truthfully all is hidden within

    Nobody can see or feel my inner pain

    The fake smiles and cheerful front is all a game

    My mind is now full of blight

    And the sorrows come from behind like light

    Only when it’s dark

    Peace is at the heart

    Could sleeping permanently be the answer?

    As life just feels like cancer

    A slow dying process

    But with great sorrows causing mess

    I feel so empty

    I have nobody

    Nobody cares and nor do I

    All is not visible

    I have nothing

    The months at RSVP were a rollercoaster for me. The abuse I’d once boxed, locked, thrown away the key and built a brick wall around was starting to come down and unlock. So easily came the old familiar sting of how lost, alone and hurt I once felt. Flashbacks and nightmares started to become regular again, filling my mind and body with rage and fear. Muscles ached from the memories of being held down tight. Mirrors became unbearable again as the reflection stared back at me in disgust. Confusion, doubt and self-blame sickened me to my core. The hurt, the tears, this man had taken away my self-worth. I felt anger and resentment for not getting justice but also disappointment that I’d allowed this abuse to affect me many years later. The once bubbly, confident girl had disappeared. The once social butterfly had retracted and hidden away, becoming untrusting of others, especially men. I needed to truly find myself again. At times it felt like I was on a downwards spiral. Moments of reliving my pain, to moments of my behaviour being out of character. Dealing with these memories and emotions created a sense of turmoil but I was not alone anymore. My counsellor listened to me without judgement and helped me to see where I was going. I felt safe and supported. I started to understand and somewhat accept what had happened to me.

    Rape, sexual abuse; it’s something a lot of people do not like to talk about. But I wasn’t ashamed anymore. RSVP had taught me to love and accept myself, to believe in me. The flashbacks slowly started to settle and mirrors became acceptable with time. A glimmer of hope now stared back at me in the reflection. The social groups at RSVP also helped me tremendously, I was able to confidently socialise with others in the group and made some lovely friends. With a fellow survivor, I took pride in being part of a skydive fundraiser for RSVP, raising over £1400. Jumping out of a plane at 10,000 feet high I felt the cold air rushing against my face as I was free falling. For a few moments I closed my eyes feeling so grateful for all the support RSVP had given me. I was now able to tell myself how proud I was of my progress and that I would never stop moving forward.

    RSVP for me really was an eye opener, realising there is hope, no matter how hard the journey.

    -Nisha

    Posted 24 January 2020
  7. Freeing The Prisoner in My Mind: Part 1

    Thank you to Nisha (not her real name) for writing a 3 part blog and choosing to share her journey in the hope that it would help other people subjected to sexual abuse.

    *Please note that the blog may trigger in parts. Practice good self-care when reading it and also know that it is okay to choose not to read it. If you do need support because you are triggered please speak to a person or organisation that you trust.*

    Everyone has lessons they have learnt through life experiences. I know how incredibly valuable it can be to share this knowledge with others in similar situations. My journey to healing started with RSVP and it has taught me so much which I will forever be grateful for. So here I am today, sharing my journey with you all in the hope it helps in some way.

    Part 1: Accepting help

    It’s 2009. It had been 7 years since the incident. Hmmm “incident”… I question if that’s the right word. It’s almost like I don’t want to link the words ‘I’ and ‘abuse’ together. After all, I had carefully swept all that under the carpet in the hope for it to never surface again.

    Fate (Written 2009)

    A long seven years ago

    For me it’s gone too slow

    I was young and naive

    Too terrified to disobey or leave

    Still I dragged the courage to shout STOP

    But you ignored and pushed harder from on top

    I was strong yet in fear

    Too degraded from the reflection in the mirror

    Still I managed to get away

    But you threw me back and made me pay

    The blood, the pain

    From this what have you gained?

    Did you see no fault?

    How can you be forgiven for such an assault?

    The memories have froze

    From the pain you caused

    The flashbacks come and go

    The nightmares continue in a row

    Avoiding my reflection in the mirror

    I can’t seem to let out a tear

    Smiles have become my deception

    Guilt and shame are misconceptions

    Self-harm, self-hate

    Desperate to change my fate

    But a long seven years ago

    For me has gone too slow

    After giving birth to my first child I started to feel low. Outbursts of tears, feelings of tension and anger in parts of my body, unexplained mood swings and sleepless nights. Where was this hurt coming from I questioned myself. Maybe I was going through postnatal depression? With time spent indoors during maternity leave and watching daytime TV, there had been triggers that brought back old unwanted memories. I could still feel the weight of his body holding me down, making me feel trapped with no control. I could still remember the glance I’d seen of myself that night in the mirror, the look of let-down staring back at me. The image of blood on my sheets was still stained in my mind. I knew I needed help but overwhelming feeling crept in. The noise from the traffic of thoughts made it harder to make sense of anything. It seemed self-harm was my only form of release.

    Heal the Pain of Your Past

    Luckily I was pointed in the direction of RSVP whom I had some counselling sessions with. The initial contact with them was a nerve-racking moment. A part of me felt embarrassed and silly. I mean, maybe I was blowing the whole thing out of proportion? Maybe I was wasting RSVP’s time? Maybe they could be helping someone else who had been in a worse situation than me who really needed the support? But deep-down I knew something didn’t feel right and I had to trust the journey. The months during the counselling were a difficult time of my life but all the staff at RSVP were reassuring, kind and supportive. From the one-to-one counselling sessions to the social groups, RSVP supported me in a way that no one else ever had. I was able to let out my emotions knowing I was in a safe place. I was now able to make sense of my thoughts and I could see there was light at the end of the tunnel.

    I knew I needed to deal with this trauma and this was the way forward for me. I couldn’t file it away in the cabinet of my mind anymore. I needed to process it and empty the trash. I knew it wouldn’t be easy but I had to face it at some point. I knew to reach my goal of being free meant putting in the hard work. I knew I’d experience some pain but this time I wouldn’t be alone.

    I’d have the support of RSVP.

    – Nisha

    Posted 22 January 2020
  8. More Snow

    Thank you to Ann for sending through her second poem about snow. It’s really powerful.

    I used to like it lay its cloak,

    Felt safe around me,

    Nothing broke,

    Nothing shattered,

    Nothing lost

    No nightmares where my brain 

    was tossed.

    Serene and silent,

    Quiet and quaint

    People sparkling,

    Glittered paint.

    On every treetop,shrub and rock,

    It spread itself

    With sugared swirl,

    THEN,I was

    Always “Daddy’s girl”.

    BUT NOW,

    NOW, Darth Vader

    Comes in white

    He cracks and snaps

    Throughout the night,

    Then LIES

    Serene

    and vacuum-still,

    His brightness stuns the room until

    He grips with claws

    My frozen jaws,

    Shakes my bones

    and shreds my skin.

    how could I let this

    Bastard in?

    Posted 23 December 2019
  9. Snow

    Thank you Ann for sending in this poem.

    It bites,

    Its raw,

    It moves my floor,

    It steals my feet

    My life and more.

    It makes me score

    What hurt? What dirt?

    How much? how deep?

    Never,ever sleep

    The same again.

    Over all my world

    It Dominates.

    When whiteness lies

    I’m cut to size

    I’m curled in fear-

    arm over ear,

    Terrified by the Power,

    Anyhow,anytime,

    Every hour

    but most in darkness.

    Rocking now,

    Holding brow,

    When its over me

    I’m small and tiny,

    “Mini-me”

    Can’t stop 

    The drop 

    to Hell.

    Falling ,falling, 

    Not like rain

    On my face-

    splattered pane.

    Whiteness,

    Void, but 

    Nothing’s free,

    There’s always price 

    to pay

    for Whiteness-

    Freedom’s gone

    Away.

    Posted 23 December 2019
  10. Galleons

    Thank you to Ann for submitting this poem.

    From the mist

    Sails a Pirate ship.

    To Blast you from the water,

    Ruin life with your daughter,

    Your son, your wife …. Your

    Life.

    Turn you outside in,

    Don’t ever think you’ll win,

    It won’t ever go away,

    You know, that

    Living death,

    Black spot,

    Rifled, shot,

    Feel insane?

    It’s in your brain

    Tricking you

    That ‘then’ is ‘now’,

    “Poor cow”,

    locked in at night,

    sealed by fright,

    Your bones will turn to dust.

    Because you cannot trust

    even You.

    But….

    Grab that boat

    And crash it down.

    Slash its sails and

    Watch it drown.

    Unfurl your sails

    And sally forth,

    You own the sea,

    The sky, the Earth,

    You’ve owned it

    Since you had your birth.

    They stole life from you.

    Your right to be

    A happy galleon

    Sailing free.

    In your shoes,

    They’d have sunken

    Long before

    You made the journey

    Back to shore.

    Command the Ocean,

    Dare them drown,

    Own your peace

    Erase your frown.

    Be proud of you,

    Be proud of me,

    Together

    We make RSVP.

    Posted 23 December 2019

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