Traveling to the Past: Visiting the memories and buildings in Bedford, Va

This week my husband and I traveled to Bedford, VA to see the homes and building where all my abuse happened.  For three days my body felt the stress as each day became harder and harder to walk.  We visited the two homes I lived in until I was 10 or 11.  The small homes are across the street from each other.  I remember the first home that we lived in until I was 4 but the second home that I lived in for 6 years I have no memories of at all.  We knocked on the doors but no one was home or no one wanted to answer the door so I didn’t get to go in.  I did get pictures though.  And my husband and I walked the long street to where I would catch the bus.


I remembered a man that kept a garden a few houses down from ours and I have one memory of being in the garden with the elderly man and feeling of safety.  But that is only one of very few memories that I have of this neighborhood.  The rest of the memories are of abuse.


The next place we visited was the original grocery store that my mom and I would go to.  Yes, the original grocery store from 40 years ago!  I couldn’t believe it when we walked in.  They had the original cash registers where they were punching in each price…no scanning codes here!  The avocado green produce tables and gold stripes, late 60”s shelving and refrigeration and meat counter.  It was amazing to see.


I wanted to go in there because I have such powerful reactions when I go into grocery stores.  It feels like my spirit leaves and my thinking becomes very foggy.  If I go in with a list of a weeks worth of groceries I tend to “wake up” as the clerk is scanning the items and see only several bags of chips and boxed cereal.  I didn’t know if any memories would come back from actually walking back in the store but none came.

The next place we tried to find was the Jaycee building.  The Jaycees no longer have a group in Bedford so I knew that it would be a long shot to find it.  But with any luck maybe they sold it to another group and it is still around. The only thing I knew was that it was located off a road going out of town and the property beside it had a two story white house and the road was gravel. The memory I have of this buiding it is all made out of blue metal.  On the map we located 7 major roads leading out of town.  We didn’t know if we should go North, South, East, or West.  My husband decided to run back into grocery store and ask the older ladies that worked there if they remembered an old Jaycee Building from 40 years ago.  One lady said there was a baseball field called the Jaycee field and gave us directions.

So, we headed that direction looking for a gravel road.  We found one with a locked gate, parked, and started to walk down the road.  My eyes were closed as I walked because memories started to flash by me.  I hadn’t seen the building yet but my body knew this was the place.  I just knew this was the place where my dad brought me to “bury” me.  The further we walked the smaller I became.  When we arrived at the building I saw the sign “Lion’s Club” above the door.  The parking area was a large graveled area in front of the door.  I didn’t react to the front of the building because I remembered a large metal building with a metal roof.  The front looked like a small building made out of cinder blocks.


When I looked in the door I saw the inside where I had been abused by the other Jaycee members.  It was a large open room with a stage in the back.  When I walked around the side of the building I about lost it because there was all the blue metal building that I remembered.  It stretched the length of the entire building.  There are NO windows in this building and it is set so far off from the road that no one could hear anyone scream.  Why do you build a building with no windows???


As we stood with our backs to the building we looked out over the baseball field and beyond that we saw shooting ranges.  My husband estimated that they owned 30+ acres.  It was completely sounded by trees  and completely isolated.  No one could see this property from any angle.

We walked the entire property before I stopped dissociating.  It was a stressful day that I am glad is over.

More Beautiful for Being Broken: Scrubbing my Soul

Beautiful words for a broken woman.

Curriculum of the Spiritual Life

Victorian Sweep Boy

Scrubbing My Soul, by Amy Israelson

I sit,
wondering if I can ever beat
Beat this anger that is bubbling up inside of me.
It feels wild, volatile, untamed;
Like a whip, eager to lash out – 
to sting like I’ve been stung!
The kindness of yesterday melts away like a spring snowfall, revealing the dirt and grime underneath.
It is ugly.
I feel ugly.
Years of dirt and decay lie exposed.

Hate: rotten, stinking, potent.
How can this be inside of ME?
I look away.

Yet the storm brews.
I stir; wondering how to calm the soul within.
     “Be still.”
          But how?
               “Be still.”

The Psalmist says:
     “I have stilled and quieted my soul,
      like a weaned child is my soul within me.”

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Just found out: My Therapist has been in contact with my Stalker for 2 1/2 YEARS…What the hell?

I didn’t want to write this post.  I’ve put it off for four weeks now.  But what happened still bothers me.  And I want to hurt someone.

I found out that my counselor was friends on Facebook with my Stalker.  MY STALKER.  To tell the story about her I have to go back a few years.

I had been seeing my previous counselor for two years and was a part of a “support group” that she ran.  Except she ran the support group like a cult.   She managed all the relationships within the group, called me at home on numerous occasions to go check on her other clients that were suicidal, spiritually abused me, and used our sessions to talk about how to manage her other clients. Oh, and not to mention that she shared all my confidential information with my future stalker who was also a part of the group.  It was crippling and I was extremely suicidal.  I finally got my courage up to break free from her but when I did I had to walk away from her cult which had become my life.  When I told my “friends” from the group that I was leaving her you can imagine what happened.  All hell broke loose.  I received many emails, phone calls, and texts yelling at me for what I was doing to Kim, the counselor.  The Stalker called so often and sent so many texts and emails that I had to call the phone company to get her blocked.  But she didn’t let that stop her.  Even though she lives in a different town than me she started to go regularly to the CVS and grocery store that she knows I go to and was just 2 minutes from my house.  My kids and I even saw her sitting in her van outside our house at night!  She would put things in my mailbox, drive by the house, and attend my kids ball games.  She would even wait for me at my kids school in carpool lane!  And she tried to befriend my then 16 year old son through Facebook!  My counselor knows about each and every one of these.

My new counselor (that I drive 1 ½ hours to a different town because the first three counselors I saw after the bad one couldn’t see me because they knew her) told me that to stop a stalker I need to starve her of all contact.  Which I did.  I never responded to her, I never approached her, etc.  But she was persistent and continued to pursue me.  I never called the police because I was told she had never hurt me (which is true) and she wasn’t doing anything illegal (true) but it was still frightening.

Now, fast forward 2 ½ years.  The stalking has stopped but I find out that my counselor was friend with her on Facebook.  When I confront him he immediately calls me to tell me how it happened.  2 ½ years ago he attends a week long Christian conference out of town.  He is sitting at a banquet table and the lady across from him asks him in front of everyone if he sees (insert my name).  He is shocked and the lady beside him angrily says “he can’t tell you that!”.  After the dinner he goes to her and tells her “this cannot be discussed.” And she says “okay”.

After the conference the members of his small group decided to start a Facebook group to keep in touch.  He decides to join but is angry when he sees that they have invited everyone at the conference and see’s Dee’s name on there.  Because he doesn’t want her to control him and he really wants to join the group he goes ahead and joins.

After much thought he decided to not tell me about running in to her because I was very suicidal at the time because of the previous counselor and going through the steps of reporting her to the LPC Board.

I ask him many, many questions and he answers each and every one with honesty and was sincerely apologetic.

I find out that it didn’t end there though.  After the conference evidently it bolsters her stalking.  Now I know what she was thinking.  Having met my counselor she assumes he is completely charmed by her and will encourage me to be friends with her again.  So she boldly starts coming to my door.  It’s not until after my husband threatens to get a restraining order on her and meets with her husband to reinforce the threat does the stalking stop.

Or does it?  One question I ask my counselor is if he has had any contact with her since then.  Ummm, yes.  She messaged him through Facebook (after we threatened to contact the police) asking for a Spiritual Counselor and he responds with a recommendation.  What the hell?????  Okay, so you ran into her at the conference (which is no coincidence, I will explain later) but to join the group and then engage in a conversation with her?   Are you kidding me?

She only asked him that question so that she could have contact with him.  She had no intention of seeing a counselor.  He knows all about that group, how destructive it was on me, and he continued to have contact with her.

Now what?  I am angry, pissed and I want to go find her to tell her that he is my counselor and for her to back the hell off.

My counselor has worked hard to rebuild trust.  He sought counseling by a superior in the community to talk about what made him think he could keep the two things separate (care for me and keep her at a distance from himself), he called me several times that weekend to talk about it and we have talked about it in counseling several times.

But I am still left with the question….what in the hell do I do now?

Oh, side note:  the reason she went to that conference is because I told her about it while we were friends.  I told her I had always wanted to go but couldn’t because of money, child care, and I didn’t know if I was emotionally ready for it.  And somehow, she ended up attending the conference the same week my counselor did.