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<p align="left"><font size="3">This page is devoted to battered
and abused women and children, the survivors of abuse, and all
others that are in an environment of domestic violence. This page
is about love, hate, anger, fear, illness, frustration, pain, and
freedom. I offer my art and my words as support to the battered
and abused, and to the abusers as well. It is my hope that my art
can touch the hearts of those that are abused, and help them get
in touch with their feelings....and also to help the abuser not
only get in touch with his or her feelings, but to also see the
heart and soul they abuse.</font><font size="4"> </font></p>

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src="wwordsimgs/brklfe3.gif" align="left" border="5" hspace="10"
width="250" height="267"></font><font color="#FFBBBB"> </font><font
color="#FFBBBB" size="4">My name is Kathy. I am the victim and
now the survivor of 21 years of spousal abuse. In dealing with
all that has happened over the years, I finally came to the
conclusion that I had to find a way to deal with our <strong>BROKEN
LIVES </strong>and what was happening to my children and I
through all those years. And just as importantly, with what is
happening to me now....even though I am free from his clutches
after so many years. Because the depression I suffered was so
severe, I put down my art many years ago. But just last year, the
beginning of 1996, I realized that I must do something or lose my
sanity......so it was that my art was born anew. I found that I
could draw what I could not express verbally. Because I was so
often deprived of adequate diet, clothing and medical and dental
care (my children fared much better in this department thank
goodness,) and subjected to every kind of mistreatment, I was
finally at the end of my rope. </font></p>

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<p><font color="#FFACAC"><img src="wwordsimgs/novchtm.gif"
align="left" border="5" hspace="10" width="250" height="267"></font><font
color="#FFBBBB">I</font><font color="#FFBBBB" size="4"> felt that
I had <strong>NO VOICE. </strong>Many, many years before, I had
made the decision to focus on the children and nothing
else....and that's what I did. I raised them as best as I could,
and resigned myself to the fact that I didn't have any
choice........I had to endure the rage, the hate, the lack of
respect, the totality of his inhumane treatment. Of course this
decision was wrong for several reasons. Firstly, I subjected not
only myself to his abuse, but also my children. I made the
decision that I had no value, and therefore should accept
whatever he dished out. I gave him opportunity after opportunity
to vent his <strong>RAGE </strong>on us. But in my mind, I
thought there was no other choice, and that's just not true. If I
can ever give any advice to someone who is being abused, one of
the first things I would tell them is that it's not their fault!
It never is. We have to learn that all human beings must take
responsibility for their own actions and own their mistakes. Its
important to know that, because it is all to easy to fall into
the &quot;I'm to blame&quot; mode. Abusers can so easily make a
victim think it's their fault. </font></p>

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<p><font color="#FFACAC"><img src="wwordsimgs/ragehtm.gif"
align="left" border="5" hspace="10" width="250" height="267"></font><font
color="#FFBBBB" size="4">Look at the drawing to the left entitled
<strong>RAGE</strong>. This is what I had to deal with for so
many years, and I know many of you deal with the same. This is an
angry, out-of-control person. There is no reason nor
responsibility in this face. There is no compassion, no empathy
here. And in the theater of my mind, this face projects the
spirit of abuse, no matter what form it takes. </font></p>

<p><font color="#FFBBBB" size="4">The question is often asked of
abused women, &quot;Why don't you just leave?&quot; I would wager
that many of you have had the same question asked of you. It's a
difficult question to answer, and there are probably a thousand
different answers because each situation is different. We all
have different concerns in our lives, and those of us who endure
such abusive behavior could answer that question differently.
Look at <strong>RAGE</strong> again. Can you see an answer here?
This is why I didn't leave for so long. I was afraid! I had <strong>NO
VOICE</strong>! As the years went by, he had so torn at my
confidence and self-esteem, that my soul and spirit felt as if
they were in <strong>SHREDS</strong>, and I was literally
terrified of being on my own, of being away from the house, of
being around people, I was even afraid to be &quot;just me.&quot;
And who was I anyway? I didn't know.</font></p>

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<p><font color="#FFACAC"><img src="wwordsimgs/shrdshtm.gif"
align="left" border="5" hspace="10" width="250" height="267"></font><font
color="#FFBBBB" size="4">Perhaps we don't look like <strong>SHREDS</strong>
on the outside, but that's how we feel inside. We are torn apart
emotionally, we're confused......&quot;Why is this happening? Why
is he doing this? What's wrong with me? What did I do?&quot;
We're physically tired, we're terrified, those of us who have
children are terrified for them as well.....oh, the list could go
on and on. And at the same time, we're losing confidence and
self-esteem, we're losing who we really are, and what we're
supposed to be doing with our lives. We feel as if we have no
value, we feel insignificant, not important, we feel guilty.
We're trying to find ways to please our spouse, only to make them
angrier. And finally we come to the point of being trapped (or so
we often think,) and many times <strong>RESIGN</strong> ourselves
as I did, to a life of physical and emotional torture. </font></p>

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<p><font color="#FFACAC"><img src="wwordsimgs/rsgndhtm.gif"
align="left" border="5" hspace="10" width="250" height="267"></font><font
color="#FFBBBB" size="4">And so it is, that so many of us just
give up. It seems to be the only way to survive. I stood by and
watched helplessly (or so I thought) as he systematically
destroyed my children and I, bit by bit with each passing day. I <strong>RESIGNED</strong>
myself to the <strong>false</strong> fact that I had no choice,
and sadly in doing so, I made the same choice for my children. </font></p>

<p><font color="#FFBBBB" size="4">Once the children were in their
teens, they were gone frequently, and I found myself retreating
further and further into the background. I found that little
place on the wallpaper that I knew so well, and just faded in. I
stayed in my room, sometimes 24 hours a day. I had my computer,
my books, my TV and my beloved dogs. I ate what he chose to buy
and tried for all my life to avoid him. I was literally terrified
of any contact with him whatsoever.....and not just fearful of
physical abuse, I think that was the least of my worries.....I
was terrified of how he made me feel! That was the part that was
so hard for me to handle. Even the slightest off-color remark
would send me into an emotional whirlpool of fear, anger and
frustration. </font></p>

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<p><font color="#FFACAC"><img src="wwordsimgs/aghrthtm.gif"
align="left" border="5" hspace="10" width="250" height="267"></font><font
color="#FFBBBB" size="4">The <strong>ANGER</strong> was
agonizing. It took me many years to discover this fact. I was
aware of the anger but not aware of what it was doing to me. On
the inside I was becoming hostile and hateful, and to make
matters worse, I internalized all these feelings. It was a
vicious circle......his violence and belligerence just bred more
and more animosity in me. The only difference between us was that
with the exception of an occasional outburst, I would swallow my
feelings, and he wouldn't. The children and I got the brunt of
his anger, and yet we had our own to deal with too. An <strong>ANGRY
HEART </strong>is a sick heart, and one that can't sort through
daily life without running into obstacle after obstacle. The mind
is clouded, memory begins to fail, you lose enthusiasm for those
things you once loved, you are short-tempered with your children
and others, and depression becomes so marked in your life, that
often you wish not to see the sun the next day. </font></p>

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<p><font color="#FFACAC"><img src="wwordsimgs/hehmehtm.gif"
align="left" border="5" hspace="10" width="250" height="267"></font><font
color="#FFBBBB" size="4">And then there was the fear. Oh, the
nights, the days, whenever he would walk in the front door, my
mind would cry out &quot;He's Home!&quot; I was gripped by a fear
I cannot describe, my heart would feel like it was pounding out
of my chest, my breathing became quick and shallow, my stomach
hurt, and I would pray that he would stay away. I was usually in
my room when he came home, and so I would sometimes pretend to be
asleep, anything to avoid any kind of confrontation. As the years
went by, I began to lose my hearing, and so in the last years, I
wouldn't always hear him, and would be terrified when I would
walk into a room and find him there. He started to be very quiet
I think, just to scare me when he could. Knowing that I couldn't
hear well, was just another way for him to cause me untold agony.
It would take me the rest of the evening to get over the scare.
And through all these years, I had no idea the toll that it was
taking on me. </font></p>

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<p><font color="#FFACAC"><img src="wwordsimgs/hrtqkhtm.gif"
align="left" border="5" hspace="10" width="250" height="267"></font><font
color="#FFBBBB" size="4">That is another message that my heart
aches to get through to others. We all have stress in our lives
in one form or another, but those of us who are living in an
abusive circumstance, have no idea for the most part, what the
stress is doing to our bodies. And I speak from 21 years of
experience. The stress was unbearable, and sometimes my heart
would <strong>QUAKE</strong> until I was breathless. I was
lonely, afraid, angry, and frustrated. Now as I look back on
those years, I can see what it did to me not only emotionally,
but physically too. I suffer from <strong>Irritable Bowel
Syndrome, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Depression, Severe
Headaches, Anxiety,</strong> and many other health problems, all
disorders that can be brought on my extreme stress. . Does any of
this sound familiar? Of course those aren't the only things that
can happen to us physically as the stress increases daily. Please
my friends, think of yourselves....it's not selfish to do that.
You have the right to be treated with love and respect as well as
keeping your physical self well.</font></p>

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<p><font color="#FFACAC"><img src="wwordsimgs/thrdhtm.gif"
align="left" border="5" hspace="10" width="250" height="267"></font><font
color="#FFBBBB" size="4">Most of you have <strong>TRIED SO HARD</strong>.
You've done everything you can think of to please the one who
abuses you. You've thought about it day after day, you've worked
yourself to a frazzle, looking for things to make it better.
You've tried to change, be someone you're not, you've put on a
mask and denied yourself in order to please the abuser. I know,
I've been there. Please understand, no matter what you do, things
won't change. The abuser is the one who must open his/her eyes,
and see what they're doing to you. They must come face to face
with themselves in order to even begin a change in their lives.
No one can do that for them, they must do it themselves. And
unfortunately, not many are willing to do that. If they feel you
coming close to their vulnerabilities, if you offer your hand in
understanding and support, they often reject it, and only become
more violent and embittered.</font></p>

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<p><font color="#FFACAC"><img src="wwordsimgs/drksdhtm.gif"
align="left" border="5" hspace="5" width="250" height="267"></font><font
color="#FFBBBB" size="4">And it seems, the harder you try, the
more their <strong>DARKSIDE </strong>begins to show. I think the
abuser often becomes frightened in their own way, that you might
discover their weakness, or bare their wounded heart. Oh yes,
they hurt too. More than likely, their wounds were brought into
the marriage as extra baggage, and baggage that has been carried
since childhood. No, that's no excuse for them to treat you
harshly, there is never an excuse for abuse. But its important
that we, even though wounded terribly by their behavior,
understand that they are hurting too. It may not in the long run,
make a difference to them, but it will make a difference in your
life. You may not recognize that right away, but believe me,
there will come a time, when you will be glad that you opened
your heart enough to take in their hurt too. </font></p>

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<p><font color="#FFACAC"><img src="wwordsimgs/crmlfhtm.gif"
align="left" border="5" hspace="10" width="250" height="267"></font><font
color="#FFBBBB" size="4">And so it is, that as you try to deal
with your pain and frustration, and his/hers as well, you feel as
if your life is literally <strong>CRUMBLING </strong>around you.
Sometimes it feels as if your mind is short-circuiting, and your
thoughts are jumbled and foggy. Try as you might, nothing seems
to make sense. You can't get a handle on your thoughts and
feelings, and all the while, your dealing with daily living,
children, school, work, housekeeping, what do I fix for dinner
tonight, what will he/she be angry about tonight, friends,
neighbors, and other family members. You either find it hard to
get organized, or you obsess about organization and wear yourself
out doing so. Your mind races, a thousand different thoughts at
once it seems, you more than likely suffer headaches and stomach
upset. To top it all, you put on an act and pretend all is well
and normal in your household when others are around. Of course
that in itself is denial and only adds more stress to an already
stressful situation.</font></p>

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<p><font color="#FFACAC"><img src="wwordsimgs/trmnthtm.gif"
align="left" border="5" hspace="10" width="250" height="267"></font><font
color="#FFBBBB" size="4">And so time goes by, years pass,
physical and emotional abuse take their toll. You are in <strong>TORMENT
</strong>day and night, as are your children. If anything
changes, it's that the abuse escalates. And I would make mention
here too, for those that have never experienced abuse, that the
emotional and verbal abuse we suffer can be just as bad or worse
than physical abuse. It may not leave scars on the outside, and
most people wouldn't know what you've been through, but it leaves
<strong>inconceivable scars on the inside.</strong> Your inner
self, your essence, your vital force, the real you that was once
so full of life and energy, slowly, yet methodically fades away.
You feel like a mechanical device going through a programmed
regime of daily tasks. You stop occasionally, as your heart gives
rise to lucid yet painful emotions, but always fall back into the
routine of just trying to survive.</font></p>

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<p><font color="#FFACAC"><img src="wwordsimgs/endlshtm.gif"
align="left" border="5" hspace="10" width="250" height="267"></font><font
color="#FFBBBB" size="4">One day runs into the next, you feel <strong>numb</strong>
on the inside, things seem <strong>vague</strong> and <strong>obscure</strong>,
and your long ago dreams and ambitions turn into an <strong>ENDLESS
</strong>and <strong>perpetual roller coaster of pain and
heartache. </strong>You watch as you and your family
systematically destroyed piece by piece, bit by bit. Nothing fits
together anymore, and your household walks on eggshells day after
day, in hopes of not provoking the abuser once again. Those hopes
are false hopes, my friend. He or she promises not to erupt
again, but they are empty promises......and promises that the
abuser cannot keep. Even the abuser is powerless over his or her
own resolution not to hurt others again. It is impossible for the
abuser to change, until he or she is willing to take a good long
look at themselves and their past......make the painful journey
into their past.....to find the answers to their rage and anger.
Not many ever accomplish this. For them, it is easier to just
stay in <strong>denial, blame others for their behavior, and run
from themselves and the truth.</strong></font> </p>

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<p><font color="#FFACAC"><img src="wwordsimgs/nomrhtm.gif"
align="left" border="5" hspace="10" width="250" height="267"></font><font
color="#FFBBBB" size="4">How long have you stayed? One year,
five, ten, twenty? When will you find yourself saying <strong>NO
MORE!</strong> It took me over twenty years. Please, please don't
allow yourself to do as I did. Get out...leave, take your
children with you. Find shelter with family or with a battered
women's shelter. <strong>Staying will cause so much more
destruction.</strong> And remember that abuse can run in
families. Your children could grow up to be an abuser....and so
it goes, from one generation to the next. Remember that you are a
person of value. <strong>You have a right to be treated with love
and respect. You have a right to your voice, your
opinions........you have the right to be a living, breathing,
happy human being and to be respected for who you are.</strong></font></p>

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<p><font color="#FFACAC"><img src="wwordsimgs/malvhtm.gif"
align="left" border="5" hspace="10" width="250" height="267"></font><font
color="#FFBBBB" size="4">Don't let your abuser's <strong>MALEVOLENT
</strong>spirit drag you down any further. Yes, I know....its
hard to leave, its terrifying to think of. And chances are that
your abuser will grow worse when he or she knows you've made up
your mind to leave. Always remember that <strong>abuse is about
control.</strong> When you leave, your abuser loses the thing
that he or she controlled and manipulated. Being cognizant of
what they are losing, their abuse can escalate. I experienced
this as I was in the process of leaving. Its scary, and it will
be one of the most difficult things you ever do. But do it! If
you need to, get help from friends, family, neighbors, police or
women's groups that deal with domestic violence. Remember too,
that your abuser is most probably scared to death on the inside.
Don't ever dismiss them as social misfits that have no rights and
no feelings. They're human too, and have the same needs for love
and respect as you and I. They're not always aware of that, and I
think too, that we as their victims forget that too. </font></p>

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<p><font color="#FFACAC"><img src="wwordsimgs/cnsumhtm.gif"
align="left" border="5" hspace="10" width="250" height="267"></font><font
color="#FFBBBB" size="4">In living with an abusive person, we
subject ourselves to so much. Our lives are <strong>CONSUMED </strong>and
exhausted just in the task of surviving. Don't give your abuser
that power....instead <strong>become empowered, take your life
back, take the steps that are necessary for you and your children
to find a new life away from the pain and degradation of abuse!</strong>
Start being good to yourself for a change too. Realize who you
are, a &quot;very special someone&quot; who has so much to offer
others. Make up your mind to the fact that <strong>you are
&quot;somebody&quot; </strong>and take a stand!! Its also
important to understand that freedom from abuse doesn't mean that
you're free from the emotional pain it has caused you and your
children. It is so important for you to know that. I know. It
takes time, family, counseling, friends, patience, much thought
and energy. This is where I am now, and I can say that I was
shocked by how I felt once free. But I'm going to make it, and
you can too! </font></p>

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<p><font color="#FFACAC"><u><img src="wwordsimgs/newlfhtm.jpg"
align="left" border="5" hspace="5" width="250" height="267"></u></font><font
color="#FFBBBB" size="4">Perhaps you think that you're not strong
enough to make the decision and leave. <strong>You are strong
enough! </strong>You have great inner strength that your not
aware of. You have a courageous heart beating within your breast!
Do it! Take control of your life....go out and find the <strong>NEW
LIFE </strong>that awaits you and your children. It's there, but
you must take the first step. The road may be rough for awhile,
but can it be any rougher than your life now? Never! Take it one
day at a time. Try not to look too far ahead, else you will find
yourself feeling overwhelmed. Once you are away from your abuser,
give yourself a breather, <strong>be good to yourself, </strong>do
things you enjoy, even if its only watching a TV program or
reading a book. Enjoy your children, do little things together
that you couldn't do before. Enjoy each other and savor every
minute of every day. You will find yourself opening up and
finding a new you that you didn't know existed. And in the doing,
you will find the rough spots a little easier.</font></p>

<p><font color="#FFBBBB" size="4">I hope you will all remember
something very important. You must live with the consequences of
your abuser's behavior, and there are only two ways to do that.
Either you do so in anger and bitterness, or you do so in
forgiveness. One hard lesson I have learned is that its much
easier to do this in forgiveness. Yes, it will take some time,
but always remember that forgiveness is just as much for you as
it is for your abuser. When you forgive, you can live with peace
of mind. Life is too short to do otherwise. </font></p>

<p><font color="#FFBBBB" size="4">I hope that I have offered
words of encouragement, yet I find myself thinking that words are
not enough. There just seem to be no words that can adequately
express the pain of abuse and domestic violence. So, I hope and
pray that my art has touched your heart, made you think, and
perhaps opened a little pathway that will lead you to health,
happiness and freedom. <strong>It is up to you</strong>, <strong>the
victims and the abusers alike. </strong></font></p>

<p><font color="#FFBBBB" size="4"><strong>And, a reminder that
you are so very welcome to join our newly created &quot;Unchained
Mailing List&quot;. The button to subscribe is at the top of the
page. </strong></font></p>

<p><font color="#FFBBBB" size="4">I welcome your thoughts and
your comments, and hope you will not leave without sending me a
note. May the Lord bless and keep you all.</font></p>

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visit this next link. It shows just how valuable Art Therapy is
to those of us who have suffered some kind of trauma. You'll be
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