I’m With Her

I’m not one to be “political,” I’ve never participated in conversations nor expressed my opinions. I’m much more of an observer and quietly make my choice. However, this election has propelled me from my quiet spot, making me a conversationalist instead of just a listener. How we landed in this 2016 presidential election is unfathomable but not surprising.

It’s taken 228 years to finally have a female candidate for president. In fact, women weren’t even allowed to vote until 1920. And it wasn’t until 1981 that a woman was actually appointed into the Supreme Court. Oh, and in case you didn’t know, maternity leave still isn’t required in the U.S.A. and the pay gap is a very real thing. Regardless of your views and political party stance, we are witnessing history in the making because a woman named Hillary Rodham Clinton is running for president. And maybe, just maybe, her bright red pantsuit is here to reflect the physical violation that shrouds entitled men like Donald Trump.

At first glance, there doesn’t really seem anything that redemptive about Donald Trump. In fact, when Hillary was asked to pay him a compliment at the end of debate two, she had to circumvent and praise his children. Nodding to the fact that he managed to parent “well.” However, have you ever stopped to think that maybe having a man like Donald Trump running for president is actually a blessing? He’s completely reifying his tiresome slogan, “Make America Great Again,” in an unexpected way— by being himself. His actions are helping uncover, actually, are blowing the door open to misogyny and the rape culture that permeates our country. His tone and ambivalence hits the trigger button of any woman or child that’s ever been taken advantage of by a man. His power, wealth, and fame dominates the victim to continually be submissive, never to empower. However, the tide seems to be turning, especially with the recent social media postings from Kelly Oxford.

Kelly is a Canadian author and social media blogger. After seeing the rather disturbing interview that was divinely leaked, featuring Billy Bush and Donald Trump, she took to her best platform—Twitter. She decided to share her sexual assault story and asked women to share theirs as well. She thought if no one discussed, she would take it down. Well, 9.7 million assault stories later and the disgusting narrative men try and shove down and ignore have been revealed. Oh, and in case you were wondering, that’s 50 stories per minute as well as a ton of hidden pain.

As a Healer at Centripetal Force Studio, I’ve been working with deep-rooted pain in my clients for over 12 years. I became really good at it when I understood my own pain that’s also tied to 9.7 million other women and then some, I’m sure. My assault story went something like this–I went to a fraternity date party in college. My date offered me a drink. I drank it. I walked out to the car with my date and two of his friends. The door slams. I black out.

I know the feelings that I suppressed inside my own body, and I began to intuitively pick up the same vibration in others during my work. Some of my clients are conscious of the physical violation, while others are suffering from a wide range of diagnoses—autoimmune disorders, cancer, addiction. When I see a flash in my mind of their hidden trauma I was originally reluctant to bring it up to the client. I didn’t want to open up a can of worms, if you will. So I sat and mediated.

Would it be helpful to vocalize to a client that I am picking up a boundary violation? I mulled this over and over in a moment of meditation I clearly heard, “No, just pull the energy up and take it out of their body. There are too many victims, now’s not the time to stir up an internal war.”

There isn’t a person you wouldn’t love if you could read their story.

People are deeply wounded from the lack of respect overtly and subtly displayed by men. And the people affected are not just women and little girls because boys are affected as well. The narcissistic behavior that’s manifested and presents itself in Donald Trump hits my creep button. But, I have to say; as he unveils the sexist rape culture we live in I find myself breathing a sigh of relief. I’ve begun standing a little bit taller in my heels because I can feel change is coming. And the change that I’m feeling is good.

I’m with her.