try finding help through your local public health organizations. Try and put up a flyer for a male only support group on your local librarys peg board.
Brian,
I'm up to the challenge.
I'll be at therapy tonight in another weekly session brought to me by the local health department, which incidentally runs a 24 hour crisis line. I've been going since August or September, at no cost to me outside what I pay in local taxes.
I could put up a flyer at the library, but there are already a couple male only groups in the area. I found them when I went looking for the crisis center last summer.
I go on weekends to SIA, and there's another meeting during the week that simply conflicts with my elementary school homework helping privileges as a father. One of the other men from the weekend meeting has attended the weeknight meeting, and I believe he may have told me it was a men's only group, but I'm not positive.
I got an extra copy of the retreat registration form in my members' mailing yesterday. I have it with me now to take to my T tonight.
I've worn my MaleSurvivor T-shirt from the MN conference out in public, grocery shopping, bookstore, Home Depot. Never got any snide comments or noticed any unfriendly looks from the shopping public. I intend to wear it when I do the
3K walk to Stop The Silence (there's no way I'll be able to run 6k!) in DC less than two months from now.
Maybe I'm the wrong guy for your argument. My wife says she feels like a freak when I speak Irish to my kids in public. I figure since I don't know the native language (Algonquin? Cherokee? Not really sure around here.) then I'll speak the one that's mine, thank you very much. I made a point of wearing my Mets hat the whole ride through Georgia, to and from Florida with the kids a few years back. (I wear it for every trip to Philly, too, as well as at the first game in Camden Yards, Baltimore. Remember 1969!) I don't give a damn what they think about how I sound or look or what I've lived through or how I will live today.
I took your categories as a joke, and I really enjoyed your atypical "survivor's first post." Like I said earlier, no mention of fear, so I really can't take it too seriously. Who am I in the dark? Sometimes I'm a scared little boy wishing he didn't hurt so much, wondering what will happen next. There is no shame in that. The fear is as real as the memories, the scars inside and out. But so long as I don't let it stop me from living and loving, I need not feel shame. So long as I do continuously make (and re-make, and re-make, as needed) the decision to better my life, I can feel good about my spirit.
Thanks,
Joe