Embodied Heart

Piece by Piece

I’m a they in two ways! I have dissociative identity disorder and am a sexual abuse trauma survivor. I’m also now much more fully aware of my gender identity, which is nonbinary. I’m not sure exactly where in the nonbinary category to place myself yet, so I’m working with the general label for now. I’m planning to spend time this summer adapting my online presence to better reflect who I am; part of this journey will most likely be launching a new blog*.

Before I process what’s coming up for me in living as a nonbinary person, I want to make sure to state that dissociative identity disorder and being nonbinary are in no way inherently related; lots of individuals fit one but not both descriptors. I have had awareness of being DID for much longer than I’ve had awareness of being nonbinary; I remember telling people repeatedly after learning that I was DID that I couldn’t even conceptualize my sexual orientation or gender identity because the entire core of who I am as a person was fragmented. I came into awareness of being a collective and it has taken me a quite a long time of internal work and processing to feel comfortable assigning labels to who I (as a whole being) am. I’ve settled (for now) on describing myself as a asexual panromantic nonbinary person.

I am having feelings of sadness and grief come up with coming out as nonbinary that I can’t completely articulate; I feel really hyper-exposed and like people are seeing into me and are seeing more fully who I am. I am working with a young girl part of me that is highly feminine and trying to share with her that what we are doing is to create a representation of us as a whole entity rather than just having an identity that highlights only certain parts. Asexual panromantic enby doesn’t fit every part of me equally, but it fits the collective me. I feel like I’m losing something as well as gaining something; I’m losing the “showing only” and gaining the “showing all.” It feels scary and like I want to cry because I’m being reborn/re-molded and there is a nakedness to it. Someone with whom I shared that I am nonbinary told me I don’t seem like someone who cares what people think of me, but, in reality, I’m acutely aware of the consequences of showing up only to be told that certain parts of who I am are not real, don’t exist or are un-loveable. For instance, I’ve consciously been this collective for over a decade and only now is it becoming outwardly visible; I don’t look “normal” anymore.

Choosing my own name feels so powerful, so declarative, and yet little me just wants to smile, look pretty and be a “good girl” so that maybe someone will care about her. Empowerment, bursting out, feels like a shattering too. But what’s breaking needs to break. The allure of stay quiet, be hidden and head-down no one will notice me denies me the very community, connection and hope that I so desperately need. I want people who interact with me who perceive my oddity to embrace, in some small way, their own. I am a shame-eater, someone whose purpose in life is to collect the buried, pockmarked and discarded shells of self and mosaic them into a vibrant creation. I keep thinking I’ve arrived at my destination, that the final piece has been laid and I get to enjoy my creation, only to discover more frames to be filled. I know only the why of my existence. Who I am to become and where it will take me are open spaces.

*My relative lack of technical skills led me to unintentionally purchase an entirely new website and domain. I own this blog as well for some time to come so I have plenty of time to see if I want to move posts or merge the two sites.

Goddessing Self Care

No Permission Needed

Cross-posted at my SageWoman blog.

Do you know yourself wholly? Do you fully inhabit your body? Are you who you believe you have to be, or are you settled into yourself? For today’s #GoddessingSelfCare Sunday, I invite you to take a few minutes to reflect on self-care through the lens of freedom from shame.

Perhaps you find yourself boxed in by the “should’s”–the limits others place on us in order to define their own needs through our self-abdication. The messages they relay are that you should behave, belief, feel, want and look the way another wants you to. Or, the mustn’ts: don’t do, say, emote, think or appear in a displeasing way. Over time, if we order ourselves by these commands, others need not state them overtly; we self-shame our being into tiny compartments.

The religion of my youth taught me that I was bad, and that my inherent badness separated me from the Holy. There was nothing I could do to remove this stain; I had to accept another’s sacrifice in my stead. I was unworthy. I find myself contemplating whether, for some people, this dichotomization of Holy and unclean then becomes an inner separation into parts. Some parts are pure and some parts are tainted. Within such a system, I could never become whole because half of me was unwelcome.

As I’ve exercised my heart through Goddess spirituality, I’ve found release from some of these restrictions. I suspect that the belief that Goddess is both in me and in everything helps to diminish my personal shame. Nothing in me is off bounds or unneeded. Should’s and mustn’ts can be replaced by invitations and openings to Divine in myself and in all there is.

I find myself wondering, though, what to make of the malevolent forces both inside and outside of myself. Our desire for accountability, sought by wishing for karma and trusting in human systems of justice for transformation of these evils often falls short, holding only the weakest and poorest in us and others to disproportionate punishment. In compensation, I’ve gripped ahold of the idea that Nature takes back her own as a concept of justice, of righting wrongs. It may take a minute or millennia, but eventually those who occupy their lives with conquests and domination endanger both themselves and their descendants through their selfishness. All the monstrous human beings who’ve ever existed died within a century or so. I’m not convinced we need heaven and hell; our molecules will eventually be repossessed by Nature in particle form. We are already Her’s as we cannot live without Her breath, Her warmth and Her liquid. She will be here, with or without our species. For now, each generation birthed from Her womb has an opportunity to unscript the destructive norms of its parents and to gentle the earth with its presence.

We need no one’s authority but our own to inhabit the full breadth and width of who we truly are. To honor the existence of Source in each of us, even if some are dispossessed of our awareness of Her.  To allow Goddess to soften, in Her gentle way, the calluses with which punching at life has left us. The more I permission myself whole, the more I extend that freedom to others in their Inner Being.

Where do you need less self-constriction? In what ways have you internalized shame from others? To what extent does the concept of Nature holding the cards at the end of it all satisfy your desire for justice?