So, after Evie finally told of her sexual abuse four years ago, we noticed a slow and deliberate path toward making herself look, in her own eyes, undesirable, unlovable, unworthy. She was in the throes of an immense sadness and self-loathing, mixed with an outward "I don't care! None of that should matter!" defiance. It started immediately and most obviously with her long, beautiful hair. One day she simply gathered it back into a tight pony, and there it pretty much stayed for the next four years. It grew even longer, but not for vanity reasons. Rather, it was more like the thought of going to a salon and having someone fuss over something that was intended to make her feel more beautiful... well, that seemed absurd to her. Why would she want to appear more beautiful and attractive to others?
Right. Makes total sense. I really get it.
She allowed only me to cut her hair (and only straight across, and only when it was so long it was actually dangling in the toilet). Eventually, the non-brushing, rare washing, and lack of style began to bother even her school friends, it seems. Beginning late this past school year (4 years after she told), Evie would leave in the morning for school with the severe pony, but arrive back home from school with various hairstyles, compliments of friends throughout the day....French braids, herringbone braids, updos, messy buns, etc. Then wonder of wonders, the last month or so of school found her leaving the house with her hair up in messy buns of her own fashioning!
During those first few years (the "Great Hair and Hygiene War" years), Evie also said she would, and I'm quoting here, "Never wear makeup", "Never wear a dress", "Never go to a school dance", "Never go for a sleepover", and "Never want to drive a car". I wasn't too upset about any of these at the time, but as she got a little older, I wondered what missing out on any of these "teenage milestones" might mean for her. Well, I'm pleased to announce that she has since, in fact, met all of these typical teenage milestones, and all in her very own time. She also has switched out glasses for contacts, although she is quick to tell people it's just because of sports (nothing to do with vanity). And just last week, she asked me to take her to a salon for a "real haircut". Let me just say, the style she chose is STUNNING on her. Many inches shorter (but still long), with some layers cut in for more movement and face-framing. I double-take every time I look at her. She is maturing. And healing. And living. Finally accepting that her outward beauty is not an excuse for a sexual predator to act out against her. She is learning to tune out and vanquish the victim-blaming tape that fights for attention in her head.
I'll be honest here... I may need a little break from the teenage-milestone-reaching. Another "never" she swore was over dating. We are in NO hurry, Evie. No hurry.
As happy as I am for her, I find myself a bit weepy and nostalgic, looking through thousands of photos on my computer. Below are some pictures that make us smile from our first weeks with Evie:
When we returned from China with Evie, this was hanging on our door.
Welcome Baby Girl - Made in China!
Stay tuned...
Next week's Tell TUESDAY videoblog features my sister (Evie's aunt), who was such a big part of my family's healing, but in this video shares her own family's story. The video is recorded and ready to be uploaded. I can't wait for you to hear it. Her words. Her voice. No more silence. No more shame.
Do *you* have a story of child sexual abuse to share?
Mags Karn
Author of The Tell: A Memoir
*** WRITING THE WRONG ***
No more silence. No more shame.