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I read an article a few weeks ago about the Catholic church returning some priests to ministry who were previously removed with credible allegations of child sexual abuse. I let my anger cook all day, and then for the second time in my life, I punched something out of anger.

It was supposed to be a quasi-therapeutic release by punching a big Rubbermaid tote filled with my cycling cloths — soft and safe. The top would pop off and I’d feel better. It was, instead, another big Rubbermaid tote filled with tools — hard and unyielding. I broke my right hand, my dominant hand. I should be having surgery to repair the fractures but I opted to let it heal without intervention.

I’m embarrassed and disappointed with myself for this lack of control, but I own it. It is part of my story now and I don’t hide it. When people ask what happened I simply say, I punched something and broke my hand. And if they ask what made me angry, I tell them the truth. No pretending. No coverup. That’s what my church did — lie and minimize — and I won’t do it. Besides, I like to think that my truth in this regard will help someone gain understanding about the life-long effects of childhood sexual abuse.

Oh, and the last time I punched something out of anger was 41-years ago when I was a senior in high school. And if you were curious enough to ask why, I’d tell you the same truth, saying I was angry about what that priest did to me a couple of years earlier.

Cheers to all,
Tom
 
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Thanks for checking in and giving us a status report. Anything you can do to soothe yourself is a good thing to do. Carrying these memories can feel overwhelming at times. We were all concerned for you last week when you were in the midst of an episode. Keep breathing my friend...
 
I read an article a few weeks ago about the Catholic church returning some priests to ministry who were previously removed with credible allegations of child sexual abuse. I let my anger cook all day, and then for the second time in my life, I punched something out of anger.

It was supposed to be a quasi-therapeutic release by punching a big Rubbermaid tote filled with my cycling cloths — soft and safe. The top would pop off and I’d feel better. It was, instead, another big Rubbermaid tote filled with tools — hard and unyielding. I broke my right hand, my dominant hand. I should be having surgery to repair the fractures but I opted to let it heal without intervention.

I’m embarrassed and disappointed with myself for this lack of control, but I own it. It is part of my story now and I don’t hide it. When people ask what happened I simply say, I punched something and broke my hand. And if they ask what made me angry, I tell them the truth. No pretending. No coverup. That’s what my church did — lie and minimize — and I won’t do it. Besides, I like to think that my truth in this regard will help someone gain understanding about the life-long effects of childhood sexual abuse.

Oh, and the last time I punched something out of anger was 41-years ago when I was a senior in high school. And if you were curious enough to ask why, I’d tell you the same truth, saying I was angry about what that priest did to me a couple of years earlier.

Cheers to all,
Tom

you are human, emotions and memories can trigger us to do things. it’s not easy for me to say, but Keep your head up and stay positive. I hope your hand is doing better.
 
we ended up screaming and cursing at some stupid people on a reality show
Ok first off stop watching Reality tv shows. Total crap, totally fabricated to create conflicts. I would recommend watching Rick and Morty. You can't get mad at that show and its funny but bizarre. After my mom passed last year my dad only watches comedies because they put him in a better mood.
 
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