Perceptions
Where do we get our perceptions of ourselves? How is it that they change? When we ar born, ourminds are a blank slate. We are molded by our experiences and our perceptions are a compliation of all those experiences. When I was young, I would have been considered a tomboy. Iplayed outside, ran, played team sports and was considered athletic. Just an average kid. Inever excelled at any one sport and back then, NO ONE had conditioning year round. I had an image in my head that I would always be athletic with an athletic body. What happened to that image? Well, life experience hapened. During my 8th grade year, during the holiday season, my world changed. My perception of who I was changed. My grandfather sexually molested me. Instantly who I thought I was vanished. I had become something that no 8th grader wanted (well perhaps maybe none…I was seen as a sexual being) I did not want that, I was a kid. I knew that I had to change that image, so I stuffed those feelings far down inside and covered them up with food. Food became my drug because I certainly did not want to be THAT person. I worked for many many years. My old perception left. Or so I thought. I have come to realize over the past few months that my perception was only hidden from me. I realize that where I am today was what I always believed my life to be from a young age. So, this week, take some reflection time to visit your perceptions of yourself. Are you where and who you always thought you would be? Are you happy where you are? Decide today if this is the journey you want to continue. For some, the answer is a resounding yes. I am where I want to be. If not, delve into why you have not met your perceptions. It may not be easy, but is living outside your perceptions any easier?






August 24, 2009 at 11:13 am
Great post. So sorry you, or anyone else has to go through something like that, it’s just not the way its supposed to be. You can’t change what happened but you can stand up face it and be what you want to be. Stay strong Terri.
August 24, 2009 at 11:24 am
Always good to hear from a friend. Made me the fighter I am today. Always look for the silver lining. Everything happens for a reason and I accept my job with pleasure. Nice work on the legs!!!
August 30, 2009 at 1:17 pm
Hey Terri, I was sad to read your post. You will carry what happened to you for the rest of your life… Some people never recover from an incident like this… It is a credit to you that you can recognize this and overcome it.
I too had an incident like this when I was 10 or 11. A neighborhood boy that was 4 years older than me molested me… Much to his disappointment I was not aroused by him. So he just humiliated me and told me to leave before he beat me up. It really messed me up for a long time. I thought I was somehow to blame for what happened… Honestly, I never told anyone what happened because I was so embarrassed about it. Thanks for listening…
Perhaps all these muscles are just suits of armor to protect us from anyone ever hurting us again….