This week events in my life have and people I encountered got me thinking about the blaming of victims. Coincidentally, I discovered this quote from Attorney Wendy Murphy. She wrote this in a comment answering others who commented on her blog:
It doesn’t matter if Sandra Boss was a ‘gold-digger’ anymore than it matters that the mother of Michael Jackson’s latest victim ‘consented’ to her child being allowed to sleep at Jackson’s home. It’s equally wrong to rape a child – even if the victim makes it easier on the criminal to commit the crime because she’s ill, or dumb, or uneducated, etc. There’s no such thing as a criminal being ‘partly guilty’. There’s only guilty – or not guilty.
Victims can make bad decisions that we might think of as increasing their risk of being victimized – but the CRIMINAL law sees these things as vulnerabilities – not liabilities – because we don’t want criminals taking advantage of certain ‘types’ of people (even selfish ones). Civil tort cases are treated differently – where responsibility can be distributed among the parties. A crime victim is not a ‘party’ to the criminal case. So, the fact that a person might not protect him or herself well is never an excuse for ANOTHER PERSON’S crime – or a reason to give a harm-doer a discount. If it were – the law would effectively be indulging the idea that certain ‘types’ of people deserve to be victimized (or – put another way – certain ‘types’ deserve better protection from violence). Victims and perpetrators do not stand on equal moral footing.
Perpetrators are charged with crime while victims are presumed by the charge to have suffered harm. Because victims have not even been accused of criminal harm, they are not parties to the criminal case, and are not being judged on issues of guilt and responsibility. This reflects the principle that whether you’re a nun or a homeless prostitute – you are seen as equal in the eyes of the criminal law when you are injured by crime. For all these reasons, it is irrelevant whether Sandra Boss was marrying the name rather than the man – etc – and it is irrelevant whether Stephen Fagan’s wife had ‘issues’. No person ‘deserves’ to be victimized by violence – and unless we fiercely refuse to weigh the moral behavior of the victim in determining the guilt of the accused, we cannot possibly respect this core principle.
I agree with what Attny. Murphy says here. But I want to add that it is important for those who have had encounters with psychopaths to take stock of the experience and to question “Why me?” Asking then answering that question promotes healing, allows for personal growth and gives a person the opportunity to forgive him/herself for any mistakes that contributed to the psychopathic life disaster. Taking responsibility is empowering because it acknowledges the real control we have over the choices we make.
Today one of my friends wrote this to me, ”I fully accept that MY CHOICES which I made were the choices that hurt me, hurt others, etc. Actually, some of those choices I knew at the time were probably not “ideal” or “right” but I did them anyway, and of course they blew up in my face.”
I’ll say publicly to this friend, “I understand and believe you can make better choices/decisions in the future.” Because I believe it for you, I can also believe it for myself.
The degree to which we are able to extend our understanding to another’s mistakes determines how we accept our own. We don’t need to deny or excuse our own or another victim’s mistakes. We should instead hold each other accountable to do the real soul searching and to make better choices in the future.
Okay, I better get to work. I have a long weekend ahead of me.
But let me just say despite the OBVIOUS mistakes I made, more obvious than those most of you INNOCENTLY made, I am not ACCOUNTABLE for the two year tailspin he put me in the second time. HE IS. It was emotional rape. If I had made THE EXACT SAME MISTAKES WITH A NORMAL PERSON, there would have been some hurt, maybe for a week or two, even a month. Maybe TWO months. BUT NOT TWO YEARS. He was the one that changed it into emotional rape. He was the one lying. He was the one that betrayed. My mistakes did not deserve the psychological punishment that I went through….not being able to keep solid food down, etc. etc. Having to go to a liquid diet. He ripped out my soul. I’m not accountable for that NO MATTER WHAT I DID.
It took my therapist forever to get that through my head, so I’m rather adamant about it now. You may have noticed. 🙂
Oxy….but it is not the wax who is to blame for being melted, if the sun disguised itself as a air conditioner.
‘I don’t feel accountable. HE IS ACCOUNTABLE.
But he could never, ever hurt me again. I’m EMPOWERED!”
AMEN to those words, Justabouthealed! I agree full heartedly.
LOL That was funny, Justabouthealed, that was so funny. TY
Spot on Oxy! Im the same, having to forgive myself for not setting boundaries, but as you said, when you know better, you do better.and also, when my ex NS husband used to slag me off in front of my teenage girls,and then they started to copy his verbal abuse of me, I had no place left to run and hide. HE wouldnt leave, so I had to ,with virtually the clothes I stood up in, no money, but I survived .My ex was a wonderful husband while sober, and would never have bad mouthed me to my girls, but drunk, it wasa “Jeykyll and Hyde situation.The girls were taught to disrespect me, and after I was bashed by him and hospitalised, I stayed with a kind male friend,{no sex}, but he looked after me for 3 weeks.
I foolishly went back to thet house of hell,and my ex said,”Welljust have to knock Mum back into line, wont we, girls? I was so tired, weak, sore, hurting, beaten down, but even then, I knew I had to get out or either he or deb would kill me for sure.{She was drinking, and on drugs then.}
Took me almost another 2 years to make my escape.And I had to plan it in secret, as they were in league with their Dad.
It took me years to get my self respect back, and then when Deb married and had her 3 kids, I had to swallow down the rage frustration, anger etc, just to get to see my precious Grandkids. I dont have to do this anymore, as debs ex will bring the kids over to see us, but its taking me awhile to “unpack” all the grief, frustration, rage, fear,and comfusion that living with 3 NSs did to me.I know Ill get there, with the love and support of you guys, Ill just have to be forgiving of myself and take it slowly. I DID WHAT I COULD to stay alive!!
I see that now! geminigirlxx Ps Im learning so much from your blogs, and Im reading them all the time!!
Oxy/All
Oxy – Borrowed your skillet this morning, as slipped back into the ‘I wish I’d got out at the 4 month mark when the verbal abuse started’ ‘why did I ignore the red flags’ etc etc – on and on it went till I felt almost back where I was last year – HATING MYSELF. Then I came on LF and read all your posts – there’s always someone who has commented in a way that helps me to drag myself back up and face the world again.
Geminigirl and others: your stories touch me so deeply. I feel thankful for that god I don’t believe in that I never reproduced with the monster but he came between me and my beautiful son nevertheless. In reading your stories, I finally plucked up the courage to talk to my son this week about it and, as I had expected, deep down, he was so kind and sweet. He said to me :-
“Mum – I thought he was a tosser from the first. He couldn’t really come between us. You made a mistake with him. Everyone makes mistakes at sometime. You’re still you”.
My lovely boy helped me more than he knew. I have been so afraid that my choices had damaged our relationship. I should have had more faith. Maybe there is a god! I realise I have much to be proud of and much to appreciate.
Thank you all.
Escapee – that is WONDERFUL:)xxxxx You son sounds fantastic, and that he is, is surely a testament to your fabulousness as a mother and person.x
Blueskies
Thanks for your kind words.
I am struggling trying to believe in my ‘fabulousness’ at the moment but in experiencing other people’s understanding and forgiveness might just help me to forgive myself.
I hope you’re doing better.
All love.
E
Love the sun/ac analogy, justabouthealed!
Escapee- you ARE fabulous, Dahling. And your son sounds like a real gem. 🙂
Funny thing calling it “choices.” I never felt like I had any. It’s certainly not like, “Gosh, do I want to choose Salt or Pepper?” I mostly never had a quiet moment to THINK about making a choice- push push push push push- I was always being pushed from one place to another. It never occurred to me to “set boundaries” because I didn’t have time realize I didn’t have any. I wasn’t allowed any as a kid- I was always wrong no matter what I did or said. I was picked on by my extended family, kids at school- on the rare occasions I expressed, “hey, the doesn’t seem right,” I was trounced upon until I admitted how wrong and useless I was.
Ironically, being isolated by the S from some of my family was a real blessing- I actually enjoyed a few holidays because I didn’t have to be around my childhood tormenters. If he’d been human, that would have been a pretty good deal…lol. Fire, meet Frying Pan. Frying pan, Fire.
I don’t recall ever thinking, “Gosh I’m wrong and useless.” I just WAS. I was driving through life with an upside down map- that I was forced to believe was right-side up. I was totally unaware there was any other way to BE until I was 36 and my map disintegrated. I’ve had to find my way without my old map. I didn’t use to have choices- I couldn’t be “trusted” to have any.
Sometimes I feel like I’m driving blind and other times I REALLY enjoy the freedom. I’m trying to find forgiveness and peace for myself for where I have been- not more red flags and missteps to beat myself up over. I have boundaries NOW and if I let someone trample all over them, I shall hold myself very accountable.
Wow Glinda. You have described how things have been with my life (so far) perfectly.
on the rare occasions I expressed, “hey, that doesn’t seem right,” I was trounced upon until I admitted how wrong and useless I was.
I think I have the map the right way up now, I am working on my boundaries, still in a pretty bonkers phase, still trying to stop the swinging pendulum and find my middle ground…still have a lot to work through… its scary as hell, but it also feels good to emancipate myself… and lately I DO think that I would have been in the fog forever if it hadnt been for the creep waking me up… however much of a rude awakening it was…
Now I am the driver of my own car. My mistakes will be mine, and I can only be a ‘victim’ of myself…