A mixed week and its not over yet.

During the weekend, I had a media student contact me about whether she could interview me and hear my story of being a male victim of domestic abuse by a female. For the most part, I always agree to these interviews, and this one was no different. I have had a number of newspaper and television reporters interview me as part of a greater story, and sadly, few of those stories are ever allowed to go to print or to air. I was talking to a worker at our local community centre yesterday – during our morning BBQ and I shared some of my story with her – telling her how hurtful and frustrating the brochures on abuse which say that “Women, Children and others can be victims of abuse.”

I asked her what that sentence meant, and who were the others. I was astounded. Actually it was more than that. I was totally gob smacked, when she said, “The others can include the family pets, or other animals.” In her capacity as a community worker and her social ideology – she had no  functioning capacity or reasoning to see how something was wrong in not including men in that equation. I started trembling inside. Deep painful emotions from my past started their upward spiral where every part of me went into flight mode. And I quietly and quickly organised someone to ensure the packing and cleaning up of the breakfast was facilitated and went home.

This afternoon, the student interviewed me over the phone, and shared my story (or some of it anyways ) with her. I also sent her the address for the blog I wrote called Men Can Be Abused Also, through hell and back where I have written my story, though I rarely blog there now. I shared with her in passing the encounter I had had yesterday, and she too was gobsmacked by that comment. To tell the truth, I am still shaken by it, and have made the decision to pull back for a while, from what I have been doing there.

However, on another note. I have been busy helping a mate set up his aquaponics system as well as setting my own up. I will post some photos soon. I’m hoping ours may be up and running by Christmas, though, the reality is that it will most likely be by February. A work colleague of my wife – offered me some fire wood, from a tree he had cut down, and so this morning I spent a couple of hours loading my ute with some timber, which may be ready for next year, though, its most likely need to be stored for the following winter.

Proverbs 18:10 says that “The name of the Lord is a strong tower and the righteous man runs into it, and is safe. What a relief and reality this verse has been for me the last few days. Actually, its been much longer than that. When the Lord keeps us safe – it doesn’t mean he keeps us free from the debilitating effects of painful experiences and the emotions they produce. What it does mean is that we can come to him as we are. We can tell him our fears, our hurts, about our pain. And when the pain of life becomes so great that we can’t even voice that pain – we can still come to him with our groanings which God totally hears and understands. I am on a journey of discovery of what it means to truly rest in God. What it means to truly rest in God. I think I know a little more about this resting – but, I have a long way to go in truly understanding and practicing this resting in God.

This I know, despite my shortcomings – there is a peace beyond all comprehension that we can experience in the midst of turmoil and strife when we put our total trust in Jesus.

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About Craig Benno

I'm an average aussie guy who has lived perhaps a not so average life.
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