2012年7月28日土曜日

英語でごめんなさい。

この前のブログですが、母からのメールやインターネットの研究などが全部英語で、翻訳するのが面倒になって英語のままにしました。
ここで少し解説だけしておきます。
23日のブログに、母からのメールの事を書きました。そのメールの内容は、まず「人生の中数回怒ってしまって酷いことしてしまったかもしれない。謝る」ということ。数回でもなかったし、酷いことしたのではなく、虐待と暴力したってなぜ言えないんだろう。
そして母によると、私がブログで「裏表」「ナルシスト」などのキャラ付けた、でも同じメールで「ブログが友達の前で恥ずかしい思いをさせた」「自分の問題を親のせいにしてるだけ」などと言って、母のイメージを「鬼」や「最悪」などにしています。そしてブログの内容が嘘だと言ってます。
ブログの内容は自分の思い出です。嘘は書いてません。高校生時代に書いた日記も嘘ではないです。鬱とパニックになって、自殺もしようとしたことが本当です。周りの友達などに聞いてみれば。。。
このメールの中でも母は私が十年代の時私が「態度悪い」「性格悪い」「くそ女」などと書いてます。でも私が日記やブログを書く時、親に対しては殆どそういう傷つけるような言葉使わないんです。ただ親が私にやったこと、言った事を書いただけです。
母が「十年代の時は態度悪くて親をバカにしたばかり。親が怖いという子供の態度ではない」と強調してる。
私が言えば嘘だから、調べてきました。
言葉の暴力の定義、
虐待された子供や十年代の平均な態度、
十年代うつの症状
全部当てはまります。

母はいつかちなみに会いたいと言った。いつか自分がカウンセリング受けて治療すれば会えるかもしれない。

そして、赤ちゃんの時のアルバムは捨ててないって。他に実家に残ってた物は、私がいらないだろうから、と捨てた。そうだったかな?フェスブックでは「もう人生から消すの嬉しい。もう振り返っても殆ど見えない〜」ということでしたけど。。。

そして24日に、またメール来ました。母の本音です。


友達に叫びを無視して、ブログ見るのやめて、と言われたけど、聞かないでみちゃった。一つ言うけど、それで最後にする。あんたの文句、嘘、と傷つける言葉は前より痛くなくなった。6000マイル離れててもう一緒会わないで済むから嬉しい。もう二度とブログ見ない。
私はカウンセリングなどはいらない。数年前にやって、あんた何かより自分の問題を上手に解決できてる。あんたどうして私にそう言えると思ってるの?何か知ってるみたいに。何も知らないんだろう。いい家庭を持つのちゃんと覚えなかったし、掃除や家庭を持つ事やレディーでいること覚えてない。ただの最低な豚。いい人のふりをしてるくそ女は全部間違ってる、そしてあんたはカウンセリングなんか受けるべきだよ。でもカウンセリング受けても先生に嘘ばかりをいうだろう。
こうなったからあんたとあんたの子供にさよならと気持ちよく言えるね。もう私の人生から出て行け、私も一生あんたと関わらない。遺言を書き直して遺産もあんたにやらない。
今お父さんと私は弁護士との予約をして、このブログを止めようと活動してる。自分は言いたい事なんでも言えるわけじゃない。証拠もないし、全部嘘ばかり書いてるだけ。このごみと嘘を消して、やめないと、裁判で訴えてお金全部取るから。虐待と私たちの事を早く消して。もう私はあんたと関係終わった、もうあんたの問題を全部私のせいにする行動と気持ち悪い病気はいらない。
あんたは小さい時から社交的な問題あった。虐待のせいじゃない。ブログ1,000つそう書いても現実にならない。
このメールもブログに載せたら??そしてこのブログを見た友人全員があんたの嘘s信じないって。あんたが可哀想で治療受けた方がいいって。私を知ってる人が皆私の見方だって。でもあんたは知らない人に信じてもらって、可哀想とか思われてるんだね。それ楽しいだろう。
そして、あんたもくそったれ。

また言いますけど、このブログは自分の経験したことを書いて、自分が強くなるためにも、他の人の力になれたらいいなと思った。ここで書いたことは私の人生の中のエピソード、そしてその中親にされた事や言われた事です。そしてここで書いた言葉は実際に言ったと親が自分で確認しました。それはただ子供と十年代に態度や性格があまりに悪くて言って「しつけ」するしかなかったという事を強調してたんです。
でも大げさに言ったり、母を「最悪」みたいに見せたりすることはしてません。自分が感情のコントロールが下手だから家族としてやって行くならカウンセリング受けて欲しいと言いました。でも母が私に言ったような傷つける言葉は使ってません。そしてこの載せる許可もくれたメールでは、本音を明確に書きました。

「社交的に問題がある子供」を見て、助けるより「気違い」「狂ってる」「性格悪い」と言い続ける母ってどうなの?
そして「くそ女」「最低」など言って子供が泣いたり、パニックになったりするの目の前で見てまったく同情しない母ってどうなの?しかも母が同じ経験をしたと言うし。
そして自分の子供は赤ちゃんがいて、家庭の収入は政府から保険や食べ物貰えるほど低いと知ってて、ホームレスにさせると言ってるみたいに脅す母ってどうなの?

ちなみをみたら、この世界いっぱいほどの愛情しか感じない。この時点ではどんなお母さんになるという約束は言えないけど、こんなお母さんにならない位の約束は言える。




2012年7月24日火曜日

Guess who this mail is from?



Well, my friends all told me to ignore your rantings, and stop reading your blog, but I didn't listen and there I went. I will say one more thing: that is the last time I do it. Your rotten whining, lying, and insulting words do not sting as much as they did, they just make me glad that you live 6000 miles away and that I never have to see you again Your blog will not be read by me ever again.
I do not need to get "help"...actually I did that years ago with more success than you are having coping with your issues in life. How dare you preach to me that way....like somehow you have all the answers. You have none of the answers. You never learned how to keep a nice home, to clean and take care of a home and be a real lady-instead you are a low class pig.  You are a sanctimonious jerk who has it all wrong-and you are the one who needs psychiatric help and very badly. But I'm sure the lies you tell any therapist will color your treatment and prevent any real truth from being said or dealt with.
At this point I am finally very comfortable saying goodbye to you and any offspring you may ever have. Stay away from me and I will never have anything to do with you. I am even going to rewrite my will and cut you out completely.
At the moment, your father and I have an appointment with an attorney for a cease and desist order to stop the continuous slander and filth you have put on the internet. We definitely have a case as your words are not proof of anything and you cannot say whatever you want in a public forum as you have been doing for months. We plan to sue you for every dime you have if you do not stop, and remove the filth you have already put out there. I am not kidding and strongly suggest that you remove all references to us and abuse and soon. I am finished with you and have lost any tolerance I still had for your warped, sick obsession with blaming me for your problems.
You had social and interactive problems all along as a child and teen, they were not caused by abuse, and you can write that they were in 1000 blogs and that will not make it so.
Go ahead, quote this in your blog for your readers. I have spoken to every one of my friends who has read your blog-guess what? They don't buy your lies-they all to a person feel sorry for you and think that you are sick and need treatment. You have no credibility with anyone who knows me and they are not on your side.
The strangers who don't know any better and believe your bullshit will let you play out your fantasy as a poor mistreated victim. So go ahead-enjoy yourself.
And guess what? FUCK YOU TOO.

First, I will state again, my blog is for me to share my experiences to help others and become stronger myself. What I have written here is an account of my life, including what my parents did and said to me growing up. They have verified that the words I quoted from them were in fact theirs, by trying to justify them and saying that my attitude and behavior as a child and teenager warranted such "discipline".

But as far as exaggerating and depicting my mother as a "horrible monster", I have done nothing of the sort. I did state that she could not control her emotions, and needed help if we were going to move on as a family. However I have not used hurtful, insulting terms to describe her as she has repeatedly done to me. And in this mail (which she even gave me permission to publish), she has made her true feelings very obvious to anyone who reads it.

I wonder, what kind of mother would watch their child struggle with "social problems" and instead of trying to help them and connect with them, call them names like "wacko" "mental patient" and tell them they have "no personality"?
And what kind of mother would call her child a "jerk" and an "asshole" and watch them cry, or watch them have a panic attack and offer no empathy whatsoever, even if they had been through the exact same thing themselves?
And what kind of mother, knowing full well that their child had a newborn baby and had a household income that qualified her for Medicare and WIC, would threaten to essentially put them on the streets?

When I look at Chinami, I feel nothing but all the love in the world for her. At this point I can't really make promises about what kind of mother I'll be, but I can promise what kind of mother I will not be.





2012年7月23日月曜日

I got a mail from my "mother" about my blog post. She claims that she apologized for the "few times she lost her temper and was mean to me". It was more than a few, and a lot more serious than just being "mean". Being mean is laughing at someone when they trip and fall. Why doesn't she use the real word "abuse" here? 


She claims I characterized her as vain, selfish and phony, and in the same email goes on about how I "humiliated her in front of her friends", "dramatically exaggerate" and "blame my issues on them". She tells me my blog is "one-sided" and "mean spirited" and "full of untruths", and I characterized her as "horrible" and a "monster." 


Everything I wrote in my blog is true, to my own recollection. The words my parents said to me that I recorded in my diaries as a teenager were true. My battle with anxiety and depression and my suicide attempt(s) are also true, there are several people that witnessed the pain I was in. 


Even in this most recent email, my own mother describes me during my teenage years as "sullen," "nasty," and "a total ass". But in all my diaries and blogs, I never resorted to using such insulting and degrading words to describe them. I am just telling the truth about what they said and did to me. My mother (and father) use the excuse "You were hostile to us, therefore you were not afraid of us, therefore we did not abuse you."


Since everything I write is a lie and hyperbole, I decided to do some research.




Emotional abuse -TeenHelp






The main types of emotional abuse include:
  • Verbal assault. Your parent/s verbally assault you in every way possible. They may blow your flaws out of proportion, make fun of you, call you names, berate you, scream at you, threaten you or criticize you. They may blame you for everything or humiliate you with sarcasm and endless insults. Over time, this type of abuse can completely destroy a person's feelings of self worth and self esteem.
  • Emotional neglect. Your parent may supply you with all of your physical and material needs, but completely neglect your emotional ones. They may show no love oraffection, continually ignore you, or refuse to support you during times of emotional need.
  • Invalidation. Closely linked and overlapped with emotional neglect, invalidation occurs when the victim's feelings and needs are completely invalidated, usually with harmful intent. A good example is when the victim tries to confront the parent/s about the abuse; the child may be told “I never do that”, “You think too much”, “You shouldn’t be upset about that”, or “You are exaggerating.” The abuser usually controls the victim’s emotions by telling the victim that those feelings and opinionsare wrong, by continually ignoring and rejecting emotional needs, and making the victim feel as though there is something wrong with him/her. Invalidation can also be done passively, for example, when a victim tries to confide in a parent about a problem and is told that the problem is not really an issue, or that the child should simply get over it. Invalidation is particularly damaging, as it leads the victim to think that s/he is wrong, stupid to feel this way, undeserving of any feelings at all.








How to spot emotional abuse
1 - overly shy, obedient, and submissive to others
3 - lacks confidence and has low self-esteem
8 - exhibits self-destructing behavior  - bites, pinches or cuts self
9 - finds it difficult to make friends, is overly clingy to people he is close to
15 - low self-esteem, constantly thinks bad or low about oneself
16 - Exhibits abasement behavior by blaming oneself about any negative events of his life
17 - Shows excessive depression to any type of rejection and lacks motivation in trying to correct that failure.
18 - Feels desperate and hopeless about life and neglects his personal looks and hygiene.
19 - Demonstrates sadness by isolating oneself, constantly crying, and getting into arts like music and poetry containing negative themes (such as death and hatred)
20 - Displays bitterness and lacks connection among others, whether it be friends or family
21 - Overly secretive and has difficulty in expressing ones feelings, believing that nobody ever listens to him.




How to talk to your moody teen
I found this interesting...
4 - Offer your support and be available for him when he needs to talk. Find time each day to talk and listen to what he has to share. Do not judge or jump on lecturing him.  
My parents judged and lectured on things like my taste in music and TV shows!
6 - Show respect to him and his friends. He will feel more comfortable confiding and talking to you. 
My friends were described as fat, ugly, talentless losers (like me) most of the time. Not exactly respect. 


How to help your depressed teen
In many cases, parents or other adults fail to acknowledge the fact that teenagers can, and do, get depressed. They tend to write off the moody, sullen teenager as acting out or one who is simply unhappy about something.


With teenagers, certain symptoms are likely to be present that are not normally found in depressed adults:
  • Excessive sensitivity to criticism. Depressed teens tend to have strong feelings of worthlessness, which makes them highly sensitive to criticism, failure and rejection.
  • Angry or irritable mood. Instead of being sad like most adults with depression, teens tend to be irritable, grumpy, hostile and frustrated.
  • Withdrawing from some people. Adults are more prone to isolate themselves from everyone when they are depressed, but teenagers tend to withdraw more selectively. With teenagers, they may start hanging out with different types of people, pulling away from their parents or socialize less frequently than they normally do.
My mother says she hopes to meet Chinami one day. Maybe if she seeks help and resolves her own issues like I did, she can. 

Oh, and she didn't throw away the baby book for some reason. She threw away everything else because "I didn't want it". Slightly different story from " I am so over and done with her that I can hardly see her any more in my rear view mirror. Tossed out any and everything I find of hers-wiping her out of my life and not looking back." (quoted from Facebook, one of the comments she conveniently erased)



2012年7月21日土曜日

Life with Chinami: the first week 智七海と最初の一週間













postpartum tummy!


Today Chinami is one week old! And I have been a mommy for one week! Everything has been going great, maybe even too great!
Between eating well, taking the placenta pills, and taking small naps with Chinami, my recovery has been great! It's only been a week but I am ready to put her in a sling and walk here and there! But my midwife and doula warned me to take it easy, because it is possible to get worse after getting better, and I have someone to look after now.

Breastfeeding has been as easy and textbook as my pregnancy. Latch her on after birth, latch her on whenever she shows signs of being hungry (not just crying) and then my milk came in on the 3rd day and she is always satisfied after a nursing session, and I can even hand express a little bit! I think my placenta capsules, brewer's yeast powder, and mother's milk tea help things along as well.

At night, I can nurse her while laying down in my bed, because she sleeps with us! This was a no-brainer because in Japan cosleeping is perfectly normal, and doesn't kill babies like certain American media might try and tell you. Breastfeeding and cosleeping together actually dramatically reduce the chance of SIDS.

And if Chinami cries or is a little bit fussy after feeding and changing her nappy, Yasushi or I simply hold her close, give her kisses and tell her we love her and she falls asleep with a smile on her face.

Every time I look at Chinami, I'm reminded of all my love for her, and everything I have done and will do for her.

I've already started to compile a little photo album, with ultrasound pics, first footprint, umbilical cord, etc. And I'm reminded of how my own mother said she had thrown everything of mine away, and was glad to. When I went home, I took my own baby book out of storage and looked at it. It was in the guest room when we left. To think that she can throw it out and be happy with herself disgusts me to no end. And I question the character of anyone who can still remain friends with someone who would say in one breath that her daughter has a mental illness, and in the next brag about discarding her. And my father still believes that I am in the wrong, that she is the real victim, poor her, being abused by her mother, trying her best to raise me but accidentally abusing me, suffering from depression, and having me "publicly humiliate her" maliciously. He took part in destroying my self-confidence by constantly telling me how horrible and stupid I and my friends were and how I had no talent, and my dreams of being a teacher so I could inspire children were just great because those who can't do, teach.

In all the emails, he never hinted that they might have been wrong. He never apologized. Just tried to put all the blame on me, while saying I "have a right to feel how I do" but implying that he was not wrong.
And then a few days ago I got an email from him. As if everything had magically disappeared, it was just a dream, they were perfect parents all along and I never cried myself to sleep at night wondering why they hated me so much.....
The mail simply read "How are you? The baby must be coming at any moment. Please let me know."
Fuck you. 



今日でちなみは生後一週間です!!そして私もママになって1週間です!
全部上手く行ってます!良すぎるかもしれない!!
ちゃんと食べて、胎盤のカプセルを飲んで、ちなみと一緒に昼寝したりすることで、回復も順調です!たった一週間しか経ってないのにもうスリングに入れて散歩したいです!でも助産婦とドゥーラーに良くなったと思ってもまた悪化することもあるし、お世話しなきゃいけない人もいるから、ほどほどにしてって言われました。

授乳は妊娠と同じく、順調で楽です!出産後は吸わせて、お腹空いたかなと思ったら吸わせて、そして三日後に母乳が出ました!ちなみはおっぱいを飲んでからいつも満足そうな顔してるし、手でしぼっても出ます!胎盤のカプセルとビール酵母とハーブティーの効果もあるかな?

夜になったらちなみは一緒に寝るからベッドで横になったまま授乳できます!これは日本では普通なことなので、悩まずに決められたんです。アメリカでは赤ちゃんは大人と寝ると死ぬ、という噂などありますけど、本当は母乳と一緒に寝ることって、赤ちゃんを守ります。

そしておっぱいあげても、オムツ変えてもちなみが泣いてしまう時は、やすしか私が抱っこして、チュして愛してるよと言えば、ちなみはニコッとして寝てくれます。

ちなみを見る度に愛を思い出す、そして今までちなみのためにしたこと、これからすることも頭に浮かぶ。

エコーの写真、足形、へその緒などが入ってるアルバムを作ってます。そして自分の母が私の物全部捨てて嬉しかったって言ったの思い出しました。実家に帰ってた時、自分の赤ちゃんの時のアルバムを押し入れからだして、見て、私たちが寝てた部屋において行きました。。母はそれも捨てて喜ぶなんて最低です。そして娘が病気と言い、娘を捨てたと同時に言う人と友達でいられる人の性格も本当に疑います。そして父はまだ私が間違ってると信じてるみたいです。母が可哀想、自分の母に暴力されて、できるだけよく私を育てようとして、そして鬱になってしまって、そして娘の私にブログで恥かけられて。。。そして父は私と友達が最悪、馬鹿だ、才能がない、と言い続けて自信を壊して、私が子供にやる気を与えたくて先生になりたいと言ったら先生は才能ない人多いからいいんじゃないと言いました。

そして父のメールでは両親は間違ってる可能性なんてあり得ないみたいな態度してます。しかも、謝らないんです。私のせいにして、私の気持ちは自由だなどと言ってます。
そして数日前にまたメールきました。何もなかったみたいに。。。全部が夢で、両親が本当は完璧で、私はどうして両親に嫌われてるのって眠りにつくまで泣いた事もないような。。。
メールの内容は「元気?赤ちゃんもうすぐだね。産まれたら教えてね。」
くそったれ。教えるもんか。



2012年7月18日水曜日

Chinami's birth 智七海の出産 (warning: graphic) (注意:少しグロい)





At around 2 am on July 11th, I woke up feeling a trickling sensation between my legs. I bunched up my pillow (I had been sleeping with a pillow between my legs to widen the hip area to prepare for birth) and shuffled over to the bathroom, and sure enough, there was a gush. I was half shocked, half excited. I cleaned up and shakily went into the computer room where Yasushi was and shakily went "I think my water broke". And he started to freak out a little bit going "What should we do? Call the midwife!" I called my midwife and doula and let them know what was going on, they both said get some sleep. Yasushi and I tried, but we were so excited it was hard to get to sleep. I was starting to have weak contractions about 7 minutes apart but managed to sleep between them somehow.
The next day I just stayed at home, going out a couple of times to walk and run last-minute errands. My contractions were still coming at 5-7 minutes, but nothing too intense. My midwife came over briefly in the evening to check baby's heartbeat and my blood pressure, and advised me to get as much sleep as possible that night, and if possible to go hiking in the morning. I tried to sleep as I did the previous night, but my contractions were getting stronger and I was awake more than I slept. I called my doula in the morning and asked her to come over for support as Yasushi had to leave for work. We ate breakfast, took a short walk in Waikiki, then a nap, then we went hiking at Manoa Falls. This really amped up my contractions and after we went home and I took a shower, they were still coming without slowing. They went to about 3-5 minutes apart and I started to need to use breathing and vocalization to cope with them. At one point, I went to the toilet, and the action of sitting on the toilet brought on a contraction so intense I literally jumped off and ran as soon as I was finished. My doula made me go back and ride out a few ones, as strong contractions would make me dilate faster. At around 6 pm, my doula informed me that I was in active labor. I still used coping techniques and my big white ball to combat the pain. At around 8:30, my doula asked the midwife to come over. and called Yasushi to let him know to try and come straight home at 9. Yasushi rushed home immediately.
Over the next few hours, the contractions got more and more intense and constant, I had almost no breaks between them at one point and was living on Emergen-C drinks and V-8 given to me through a straw by my doula and Yasushi. I went to the toilet periodically, but I mostly sweat out all the liquids before that. My doula urged me to eat, and I tried to oblige some frozen fruit, but every time a contraction hit my appetite was completely gone. They prepared the pool, which felt lovely but I felt like I wasn't progressing. My calm breathing and vocalizing through contractions turned into whining. I started having urges to push, which were worse than contractions because they didn't really do anything and were painful. They suggested a hot shower with Yasushi, which would usually get plenty of love hormones going, but I was having none of it. I was in a cycle of contracting, pushing, and whining about it. I was tired and cranky and wanted to do the whole push, pop out a human, and then revel in the happy afterglow. I laid down on the bed and tried to sleep! But of course who would be able to sleep in an active labor, 9 cm dilated to boot! So of course sleeping turned into a little cuddle with Yasushi, and then hoisting my leg up and giving a screaming push, tiring myself out, laying back down going "why isn't this working why won't she come out??" I would come "so close" and then run out of energy to push. I honestly doubted I could do this, and a few times I asked "do we have to go to the hospital?" My midwife used several techniques to get me to open up and stretch. 
I was in that "place" that every woman goes to when birthing. The "I can't do this, but if I don't this baby won't come out" phase....I wanted an easy way out so badly, if this were a hospital I would have been drugged and the baby pulled out a while ago. I felt so pathetic as I sat there and buried my head into Yasushi and asked my midwife and doula to help, and get her out of me already. They replied that she was almost out, and I was doing great work. Laying on the bed was not the most ideal position, but I was so tired out it was all I wanted to do. My midwife and doula tried a variety of other positions, birthing stool, etc, but I kept going back to the bed and hoisting up my leg and pushing. Her head had gone over my pubic bone, she was almost there. Finally, they suggested getting into a squat, with my doula sitting in a chair holding my arms and supporting my weight, and we tried that, and gravity seemed to help things along, but I still didn't have the strength to do it. 


I saw the sun start to come up outside....my doula and I had been up for almost 24 hours. I was ready to give up about 6 hours ago. It felt like torture. I kept pushing, putting every last ounce of my strength in it, but it wasn't enough. I looked pathetically at my midwife after pushing and shook my head. She smiled at me, and I remember thinking "why are you smiling at a time like this?" and I looked down, and the head was out. This was it. I screamed like some kind of animal and pushed through my exhaustion, pushed through the pain, I didn't care, she was coming out, NOW. And my midwife stepped in to help Yasushi catch her, and hand her to me, but my body was dead to the world. My doula helped me hold her low on my chest, still squatting because her umbilical cord was very short. Chinami had a fabulous conehead from all of the pushing, and I saw her thick black hair, and her pale little hands. She looked around quietly, letting out a few cries every now and then. The midwife and her assistant went to work quickly, rubbing her vigorously to make sure she coughed up all the fluid and making sure she was breathing. I looked in her eyes and knew she was absolutely fine and healthy. I put my finger in her little hand and she gripped it tightly. I looked in her eyes and could tell that she knew who I was and who Yasushi was. 


 My doula, Yasushi and everyone worked together to get me at least laying down on the bed with Chinami. I was still absolutely pathetic. I kept asking would delivering the placenta hurt, and were there any drugs I could take now, and could they numb me down there quickly, etc. The midwife and her assistant kept reassuring me that it would not hurt to deliver the placenta, and that they would numb me and give me a few different kinds of natural things to help the pain. I delivered the placenta, which they were right, it was uncomfortable but not painful. Then I got numbed and a few little stitches, while Chinami got her cord clamped and cut (by Yasushi again) and started to breastfeed. 


My midwife showed me the placenta and sac that raised Chinami for 9 months. She found something interesting that she had "never seen". The umbilical cord was not attached to the center of the placenta, it was attached to blood vessels that flowed to the placenta. I think this is called Velamentous cord insertion. If I had been in hospital care as opposed to midwife care, then the chances of it being made into a problem with all the inductions and threatened c-sections would have been very high.


My doula took the placenta to encapsulate it, but not before putting a chunk in a yummy berry-spirulina smoothie for me to have right away! This was not just to be adventurous, but because there are many benefits to ingesting placenta. The main benefits are reducing post-partum bleeding and increasing iron levels in the blood, and reducing the risk of post-partum depression, which with my history of never being able to donate blood due to low iron or low blood pressure, and depression and anxiety, this seemed like the right thing to do. 


The ladies cleaned up the place and gave me another check to see how I was recovering, I was bleeding quite a bit but nothing serious, my blood pressure was stable and so my midwife gave me a shot of pitocin to help my uterus contract before going home.


Chinami soon fell asleep, as did we. I was happy, but absolutely exhausted and in pain and wanted to recover quickly so I could focus on her as much as possible.


My recovery over the past few days has been great. I have been able to rest in my own bed with Chinami, and do everything at my own pace without nurses telling me when and where to do what. And since my mother wasn't around, I didn't have to deal with any loud and belligerent monologues about how my house is not good enough, I should have rented that place in Waikiki that was way over my budget, I should get a clothes dryer instead of hanging my laundry like I'm in Calcutta, how could I possibly not have a TV set, why don't I use an air conditioner, it's too hot, why do I put my mattress on the floor, why don't I have a crib for Chinami, I should n't have bought everything secondhand, etc, etc, etc....


And now a little reflection...
Birthing is hard. I didn't have a magical orgasmic water birth or a surprise birth in the kitchen, I was in the pushing stage for about 5 hours. If I had birthed at a hospital, I probably would have gladly accepted any intervention they gave after I reached my point of no return, and it might have been faster and even easier, but would it have been the best way? When Chinami came out, she was calm and happy, and she wasn't bathed, injected, or taken anywhere except straight to me and her daddy. Choosing a homebirth wasn't just about my comfort or health, it was for her as well. Taking that into consideration, I would definitely choose a homebirth again. 






          
Chinami "Tina" Born Friday, July 13th at home ♥7lbs 13 oz    22 inches
Daddy!














7月11日の午前2時頃、足の間に何か水が出るような感じがして目が覚めました。出産に向かって骨盤を広げるために枕を足の間に挟んで寝てたから、その枕を持ってトイレに駆け込んだら、やっぱり破水でした。やすしがいたパソコンの部屋に行って、ちょっと震えながら「破水した。。。と思う。」と言った。やすしは少し騒いで、「どうしよう。。助産婦さんに電話しよう」と言った。助産婦に電話して報告しました。助産婦に今日は寝てって言われました。私とやすしはベッドに入ったけど、わくわくしてあまり寝られなかったんです。しかも、弱い陣痛も5-7分おきに来てました。でもなんとか寝る事ができました。
次の日は私は少し用事を済ませるために散歩に出かけたが、殆ど家にいました。夕方助産婦さんが家に来て赤ちゃんの心臓の音と、私の血圧だけ調べました。今夜もできるだけ多く寝て、明日できれば朝からハイキングでもしてってアドバイスしてくれました。寝ようと努力したけど、陣痛が強くなって来て、寝られなかったんです。朝になったらドゥーラーに電話して、やすしが仕事に行くからちょっと来てって頼みました。朝ご飯、ワイキキで散歩、と昼寝して、そしてマノアの滝でハイキングしました。ハイキングすることで陣痛がさらに強まって来て、家に帰ってからシャワー浴びてからでも強く、近くなってました。3-5分置きになって、呼吸と声を出すという方法で痛みを耐えてました。それからトイレ言った時に、トイレに座ることですごい強い陣痛が来て、トイレ終わったら逃げだしたこともありました。ドゥーラーにトイレに戻って、陣痛を耐えることをさせられました。陣痛が強ければ出産はどんどん近づくから、って。夕方の6時頃、ドゥーラーが本格に陣痛が来て、出産は近いと報告してくれました。様々な方法やでっかいしろいボールを使って痛みと戦いました。8時半頃ドゥーラーは助産婦さんに電話してくるように言ってくれて、それからやすしに電話して今夜の9時に仕事締めて帰って来た方がいいと言ったが、やすしはすぐに家に帰ってきました。
次の数時間、陣痛はもっと激しくなってきて、休む時間が殆どなくなってたんです。ドゥーラーとやすしはスポーツドリンクや野菜ジュースをストローで飲ませてくれてました。定期的にトイレにも行ってたが、汗が凄くてトイレで殆ど出てませんでした。ドゥーラーに食べるように言われて、冷凍のフルーツ少し口にしようとしてたが、陣痛がドンドンくることで食欲はなかったんです。お風呂の用意ができたら入って見ました。気持ちよかったけど、出産が進まない感じがして、疲れてまた出ました。体が息み始めて、痛かったんです。今まで呼吸したり声をだしたりしててリラックスして痛みを耐えることができたけど、それも段々と惨めな鳴き声みたいな感じになってました。助産婦さんがやすしとシャワー浴びるように指示しました。普通なら色んな愛のホルモンなどが出るはずだけど、私はもうその限界を超えてました。陣痛、息む、泣く、を繰り返しました。疲れて、機嫌が悪くて、もう息んで、赤ちゃんをポンと出して、幸せになりたい気持ちでした。ベッドで横になって寝ようとしました!でも9センチも開いてて陣痛来ても寝られる人間いないでしょう。そのかわりに少しやすしに抱えて、それから足をあげて叫んで息んで、疲れてまた横になって「どうして出てこないの??」とつぶやくことが繰り返してました。息んで、惜しいとなってから力が抜いてしまったことが続いてました。出産って私にできるのと疑ってて、「やっぱり病院行かなきゃいけない?」と聞いてたこともありました。助産婦が頑張って、色んな開くテクニークを使ってました。
出産する女性はだれでも訪ねる場所に至ったんです。それは「無理、でも頑張らないと赤ちゃんは出てこない、」という場所です。簡単に終わらせる方法本当に欲しくなってました。これもし病院ならすでにドラッグ打たれて赤ちゃんをだしてくれたはず。。。やすしを抱きしめて、助産婦とドゥーラーにどうか助けてって惨めな声で言ってました。でもドゥーラーと助産婦はもうすぐ赤ちゃんが出る、私はすっごい頑張ってて偉いって応援してくれました。ベッドの上で息むのは理想的ではないが、疲れすぎて他の姿勢が嫌でした。助産婦さんとドゥーラーに手伝ってもらって色んな姿勢を少しやってみましたが、最後にいつもベッドに戻ってました。ちなみの頭は私の骨盤の所を超えたらしくて、あともうちょっとで出てくるって言われました。しゃがむことを指示されて、ドゥーラーは後ろから私の体重を支えながら私はしゃがんで、息みました。重力で少し進んだが、私にもう力はありませんでした。
外では太陽は昇ってた。。。私とドゥーラーはもう24時間近く起きてました。私は6時間前くらいにもう諦めかけてました。体罰でもされてる気持ちでした。自分の中の力をかけて息んでたけど、足りなかったんです。助産婦に向かって、惨めな顔しながら首を横に振りました。助産婦はニコッとして、私は頭の中で「なんでこんな時にニコッてできるんだろう?」と問いかけました。下を見たら、頭は出てた。もうこれだ!と変な動物みたいに叫んでどんなに疲れても、痛くても、いいからとにかく出す、と息みました。そして助産婦さんが手伝いながら、やすしが娘を受け取って私に渡したけど、もう体が動けませんでした。ドゥーラーに支えてしゃがんでるまま受け取りました。へその緒が短かったのでまだ胸のところには抱っこできなかったんです。ちなみは長い出産のせいで頭が尖ってました。黒い髪の毛が沢山生えてて、手が白くて小さかったんです。静かに周りを見回って、小さい声で少し泣いたりもしてました。助産婦さんと手伝ってる人が体をこすって羊水をだして呼吸してることを確認しました。私はちなみの目を見て、元気だと自分の中で確認取りました。指をその小さい手に入れたら、強く握ってくれました。目を見てちゃんと私とやすしをわかってくれてる気がしました。

ドゥーラーとやすしと皆が力合わせてちなみと私をベッドに移動させました。私はまだ惨めなこと言ってました。胎盤を出すって痛いか、痛み止め飲んでいいか、あそこを麻痺させてくれるか、など。助産婦さん達が胎盤だすの痛くない、すぐ痛いのとれるからと言ってくれました。胎盤を出すのは痛くなかったんです。そして少し麻痺してあそこを少し縫ってもらってた時、やすしがへその緒を切って、ちなみは胸の所に来ておっぱいを飲み始めました。

助産婦さんがちなみを9ヶ月育ててくれた胎盤と袋などを見せてくれました。しかし自分で見た事ないというのがありました。へその緒は胎盤の真ん中ではなく、端の方にあるともし病院に通ってたらこれは問題になってたんでしょう。そして薬で出産始められたり、帝王切開の可能性も高かったかと思います。

ドゥーラーが胎盤をピルにするために持って帰りましたが、その前にすこしベリーとスピルリナのスムージーに混ぜてくれました!これはただいつものように変なもの食べてみたいからではなく、胎盤を食べることって産後の体にすごくいいらしいんです。出血を少なくする、血液の鉄分を上げる、そして産後鬱の確率を減らします。私は血が薄くて献血できないし、低血圧で鉄分が低め、そして鬱とパニックもありましたから胎盤を食べるって凄く私には良い事だろうと思いました。

助産婦さん達はお片づけして、体調をチェックしました。出血はありましたけど血圧が安定してました。助産婦は子宮が縮むようにピトシンを注射して、帰りました。

ちなみはすぐに寝ました。私たちも寝ました。幸せでしたけど、疲労と痛みを早く乗り越えて世話したかったんです。

そして回復は順調です。自分のベッドでちなみと一緒に休むことができ、なんでも看護婦さんに言われる事などなく、自分のペースでできます。そして母もいないから、でっかい声で独り言みたいに、家が汚い、ワイキキで高いコンド借りればよかったのに、なんで乾燥機はなくてインドの貧乏な人みたいに洗濯を干すのか、どうしてテレビないのか、どうしてエアコンつかわないか、暑すぎだろう、どうして間とレスは床にあるか、どうしてちなみにベビーベッド買わないか、中古何か買わない方が良い、などなどと。。

そして少し思いました。
出産はつらいです。気持ち良さそうな魔法の水中出産なかったし、急に出た~というような出産もなかったし、実際に5時間ほど息んでたんです。もし病院で出産したなら、疲れてきたらきっとどんな薬だされても飲む気持ちでした。そしてきっと早くて、もっと楽でした。でもそれって一番いい方法なのかな。ちなみが出て来た時、とてもリラックスして幸せそうでした。そしてお風呂もなく、注射もなく、ただお父さんと私のそばにずっといただけです。家庭出産は自分の健康や気分に合わせて選んだのではなくて、ちなみのためにしました。それを考えてみれば、また次も家庭出産にしたいです。

2012年6月30日土曜日

Why I chose a homebirth. 私はどうして家庭出産を選んだか。


If you watch any mainstream American TV show, whether it be a sitcom, drama, or reality show, most likely any birth scene will be a terrifying, painful event to watch with women being rushed down halls on wheelchairs or stretchers, screaming in pain while laying on their backs and being told to push. 

Also, birthing in a hospital with doctors in attendance and all sorts of chemicals to make labor more timely and less painful is considered "normal" here. C-sections, necessary or elective, are rising. This is a fact. It's also a fact that the infant mortality rate in the US is higher than most other developed countries as well. 

I lived in Japan for a while, and natural birth is still favored by most, but "painless" American-style birth and unnecessary induction to fit around your doctor's golf schedule (or to prevent the baby from becoming "too big") is becoming more and more common there as well. 

I used to think that the medicalized and "modern" American way was the best way, and that natural birth was outdated and old-fashioned. However as I grew older I found more and more reasons to doubt the American medical industry, and the Japanese one as well. 

And when I got pregnant, of course I did get all the available tests to make sure I had a healthy baby. But after the tests results came back, something dawned on me. The baby and I were perfectly healthy. I had no known risk factors for disease or complications, genetic or otherwise. I practiced yoga for stress relief and exercise, and ate a healthy diet with plenty of vegetables and whole-grains, low in processed high-fat or high-sugar foods. Why in the world would I need to go to a hospital? 

I started to do some research about hospital births and all of the medical interventions in births today. I watched videos of homebirths, and watched the documentary "The Business of Being Born." The women in those videos weren't screaming in fear and agony, or being told to push. Rather, they were relaxed, prepared, and supported, and trusted their bodies to tell them when to push. When the baby was born, there were no bright lights, no screaming, the baby was relaxed and brought into the world surrounded by love. 

When I moved to Hawaii, I searched for a midwife and a doula. I found a wonderful doula who is bilingual in Japanese and English, perfect for supporting my husband and I through all stages of pregnancy, birth, and postpartum. My midwife is a naturopathic doctor, and between the two of them they have experienced hundreds of births. 

In the beginning I admit that I was a little apprehensive. I mean, I felt fine, but was everything really OK? I had grown up hearing so many people moan and groan and tell "horror stories" about pregnancy and birth. So many people have had this problem or that problem or this complication. I had a little nausea and fatigue during my first trimester which cleared up when I hit the second trimester, and absolutely none of the common "issues" that people talk about. My midwife and doula said that I was perfectly healthy and this is normal, like over 90% of women.

That's right, over 90% of pregnant women are capable of having a natural birth with no interventions, for one simple reason: Childbirth is something that is controlled by your body. Your body knows its limits, so unless it's a very rare case, you cannot make a baby too big to be birthed by your body, and your body will not cause more pain than you are capable of handling (also, the body produces natural endorphins and painkillers during labor.) A hospital is not a place for normal, healthy women and children to go. 

A hospital is very rarely a calm, quiet, peaceful environment. The lights are bright, the rooms are sterile, and you have loads of people rushing up and down the halls, in and out of rooms, and lots of shouting and stressful situations around you. Stress, fear, and uncertainty can make any experience unpleasant and scary. Fear and anxiety has also been proven to make labor longer. Also, those interventions that make labor less painful and faster, actually have the opposite effect when compared to a natural birth. Pitocin intensifies contractions, which intensifies the pain as well to the point where the body cannot naturally cope with it anymore, leading to an epidural. The epidural then numbs the whole area, which is why women have to be told when to push; they cannot feel the natural urge. Also, having shots to the spine and IVs hooked up to her force a woman to be on her back and immobile, instead of assuming more natural positions that make it easier for the baby to come out. And C-sections are very rarely necessary when things are allowed to progress naturally. C-sections are often used as a copout when labor is too long and doctor wants to finish for the day, or if the doctor finds a tiny complication that he doesn't have the experience to deal with And if they do a C-section, then they did "all they could" and it's a good way to avoid a lawsuit. 

After the baby is born, there is a slew of hospital procedures that are simply not good for mother and baby. Many hospitals clamp the cord almost immediately, stopping the flow of the precious blood to the baby. Recently mothers are encouraged to save the cord blood and bank it because of the minute possibility that it might help them or others fight a disease at some point later in life, but the baby needs the cord blood in their body. The lack of the cord blood leads to a chance of vitamin K deficiency, which means baby needs an injection. They also put drops in the baby's eyes, and bathe the baby to wash off the vernix and make him or her more "presentable" to mommy. However, simply leaving the vernix on the skin as long as possible nourishes and protects baby's skin against bacteria. Also, the baby finds mother's breasts by sense of smell--the amniotic fluid left on their body has the same scent as the breasts. In a homebirth, baby is simply placed on the mother's chest for as long as possible after being born. That is the most natural and best way for the baby to adjust to the outside world, by smelling and hearing the environment they were raised for 9 months in. But in a hospital, bonding time is short as the baby is soon moved to a separate room to cry for a few hours. 

I am not choosing a homebirth to go against the grain, to show everyone how "brave" I am, or because it is how people birthed for thousands of years and the old way is the best way. I also do not believe hospital births are all bad, depending on the woman's situation a hospital birth might be a better choice for her. There are situations where medical intervention is necessary. But a home birth is a very safe option for many women, who unfortunately are never told that. 

Maybe if people were able to choose between a homebirth or a hospital birth, and people took into consideration what other countries with lower infant mortality rates are doing, I wouldn't feel like I have to explain or justify my choice. But until homebirth becomes a normal, healthy option for normal, healthy pregnancies, there will have to be groups advocating it. 

For more information, beautiful stories and pictures visit BirthWithoutFear.com and BringBirthHome.com. An interesting note, a lot of people seem to choose homebirth after a hospital birth for 2nd and 3rd children, but not many people choose a hospital birth after a homebirth. Something to think about. 

大体どんなアメリカのテレビ番組を見ても、出産が恐ろしい、痛そうと思わされるシーンになるでしょう。女性が車いすかストレッチャーで慌てて叫びながら病院の部屋まで連れて行かれたり、仰向けになって赤ちゃんを出して、出してって周りから指導されてる。

そして、病院で先生と、出産が早くなって無痛にできる科学物を使ってするのが普通と思われます。必要や、選んだ帝王切開が増えてます。そして死産も増えてます。

私が何年日本に住んでました。日本では自然出産はまだ多いですが、アメリカ風の無痛出産や必要ない誘発(先生のゴルフのスケジュールに合わせるためや、赤ちゃんが大きくなりすぎないようにと言って)が増えてます。

私は昔、医学的で現代的なアメリカのやりかたが一番で、自然出産が古くさいと思い込んでました。しかし年を取ると、アメリカの医学や日本の医学を疑う理由がいくつも現れました。

そして私も妊娠した時、最初はもちろん赤ちゃんの健康を確認するために色んな検査をしました。でも検査の結果を聞いたら、ある考えが頭に浮かんだんです。私と赤ちゃんが完璧に健康だ。病気や難産になるリスクがほとんどないんです。ストレス発散にヨーガをやったり、歩いて運動したりして、脂肪分や糖分が多い食事殆どせず、野菜や穀物たくさんの健康的な食生活もしてました。どうして私って病院なんかに行かなきゃいけないの?

そして私はいろいろ病院や出産について調べました。家庭出産のビデオもみたり、The Business of Being Bornというドキューメンタリーも見ました。そのビデオで見た女性達は出産の時怖そう痛そうに狂って叫んだり、出してと言われたりしなかった。赤ちゃんが出てきたら眩しい電気、叫ぶ声などなく、赤ちゃんがリラックスしてて愛に包まれて世に出てきました。

ハワイに引っ越して、早速助産婦とドゥーラーを探しました。私と旦那二人をサポートしてくれる日本語と英語ができるドゥーラー
見つけました。そして助産婦は自然医学の先生です。二人合わせて出産の経験が何百件に及びます。

最初は少し不安でした。私は大丈夫だと思うけど、本当に大丈夫かな?って。小さい時から女性から妊娠や出産について文句や怖い話しか聞いた事がなかったです。この問題やあの問題やあの難産。自分の場合最初の3ヶ月位だけ少しつわりがあって、お腹が少し気持ち悪くなったり、疲れやすかったりしただけです。4ヶ月目からつわりなどつらいこと全くなくて、いつも聞いた問題なども一つも出なかったんです。助産婦とドゥーラーの話に寄ると、私が女性の90%位と同じく、健康で普通の妊娠してますって。

そうです。女性の90%以上は病院などに頼る事なく、自然に出産ができるそうです。理由は簡単です。出産は体がするものです。体は自分の限界がわかるので、本当に珍しいケース以外は大きすぎて出産できない赤ちゃんを作らないし、自分で耐えられないほどの痛みも作らないんです。(しかも自然のホルモンや成分で無痛効果もあります)普通に健康な女性と赤ちゃんは病院に行くべきじゃないと思います。

病院といえば、平和的で、静かな、落ち着いた環境ではないでしょう。電気が眩しくて、部屋は殺菌されて、いつでも廊下や部屋に色んな人が慌てて入ったり出たりしてて、叫び声も聞こえてストレスが高いところです。ストレス、恐怖と不安があればどんな経験でも不愉快で怖くなるはずです。そして医学で出産が無痛になったり早くなったりすることもないです。自然出産と比べたら反対の効果が見えます。ピトシンは陣痛を強めるんですけど、その痛みも体が耐えられないほど強めます。そして無痛注射が必要です。無痛注射すると、下半身が痺れまて、赤ちゃんをいつ出せるかもわからなくなります。そしてIVや注射してると女性もベッドの上で動かないで仰向けにならなければいけないんです。それは赤ちゃんを出すのに一番不自然な姿勢です。そして出産を自然に時間を掛けてすれば、帝王切開の必要は殆どないです。病院では、帝王切開をする時は出産が長くなって先生が家に帰りたいとか、少し問題があって先生が対応する能力が低いという場合が多いです。そして帝王切開が病院側でできる最終の手段で、訴えても強い言い訳になります。

赤ちゃんが出てきてからもお母さんと赤ちゃんにあまりよくない手順もあります。まずはへその緒をすぐに締めて、血の流れを止めます。へその緒の中の血はプラセンタから色んな栄養や酸素を赤ちゃんに運んでくれますので凄く大事な血です。最近はへその緒の血を大人になってから難病の治療に使えるという研究もあって、そのために高いお金払って保存するということもよく進められてますが、その血は赤ちゃんの体に一番必要です。そしてへその緒の血がないのでビタミンK不足になる可能性が高いので、注射します。目薬などもします。そして赤ちゃんをもっと可愛くするために、すぐ体を洗います。しかし肌には必要な保護物質がついてますのでしばらく洗わないほうがいいです。そして、胎内とおっぱいは同じ匂いがしてて、赤ちゃんがその匂いでおっぱいを探して飲み始めます。その必要な成分を洗い流すとおっぱいも探しにくいでしょう。家庭出産の場合、赤ちゃんがでたらすぐにお母さんの胸の所におかれて、しばらくそのまま赤ちゃんとお母さんの絆を作ります。それが赤ちゃんが外の世界になれるのに一番いい方法です。でも病院では赤ちゃんをお母さんの元から離して別の部屋で赤ちゃんがしばらく泣くのが普通です。

私が何かを反抗したいとか、格好付けたいとか、昔のやり方だから一番いいと思ってるから家庭出産を選んだ訳じゃありません。そして病院の出産は必ず悪い物だと思ってません。色んな状況によって病院出産の方が安全な時もあります。医学が必要な場合はあります。でも家庭出産も多くの女性には安全です。しかし多くの女性はそれがわからないんです。

もし、もっと自由に病院出産か家庭出産を選ぶ事ができて、死産の確率が低い他の国の人はどうしてるかを考える人がもっといれば、私はここまで説明する必要はないでしょう。でも普通で健康な妊娠に普通で健康な家庭出産が選べるようになるまでは、応援するグループもいなきゃいけないんです。

体験談や写真見たければBirthWithoutFear.comとBringBirthHome.comをご覧ください。そして参考に、多くの人は病院出産を経験してから二人目や三人目の時家庭出産を選んでますが、反対に家庭出産を経験して病院出産を選ぶ人が少ないんです。


edit: 9/12/12

The Business of Being Born link is dead. However you can watch this other documentary "Pregnant in America"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=yEcYSMmJrw8



2012年6月22日金曜日

Thanks, but I'm OK.  ありがとう。。でも私は大丈夫。


I have gotten a flood of messages and comments from my recent Youtube video about child abuse. So many people have told me that they are in similar situations. And I just want to ask, are you OK? Really?  Don't just try to hide it and pretend everything is OK.  If you have anxiety or depression, you need to at least tell someone. If you were abused as a child, you need to come to terms with it and not just shrug it off like I did for so many years. Covering it up NEVER does any good. And if you are around someone with anxiety and depression who ARE crying out for help in ways like self-injuring, substance abuse, suddenly becoming uncommunicative and reclusive, etc. remember that they are not just "looking for attention" or "being difficult". 

Some people are concerned when they hear that my parents abused me, and now I pretty much have no parents.  But for me it's a relief. I finally know what was wrong with me all these years, and my children will be safe. My father thinks its ridiculous that I would think they would abuse their grandchild, but doesn't really know for himself what the difference between appropriate discipline and abuse is, judging from the various emails to me in which he stated that I was in no way abused growing up…and then proceeded to "threaten" me that he would write his own blog about all the embarrassing, horrible things I did as a child! 

I realized how extremely two-faced my mother is. On Facebook, Twitter, etc how she would post these wonderful glowing things about me, but send private messages and post venomous, hateful comments and delete them after she got a reply. She seems to be really concerned with keeping this image that she is a glamorous person and a wonderful mother, and anything I say about being abused is just some kind of malicious, horrible lie because I am actually sick and twisted and have Asperger's. But as I said before, both here and in email, I do not have Asperger's, none of the symptoms apply to me at all, that is just something she is trying to make up to make me lose credibility. But the interesting thing is that according to my father, my mother has been abused and is also suffering from anxiety and depression as well, which would make her "sick" and a "wacko" just like me! But that doesn't fit with her "image" so of course she would hide it, to the extreme where she cannot even empathize with her own daughter going through the exact same things that she did. 

I have scars on my arm I can show you from when I cut myself, I have journal entries detailing word-for-word the things they would say to me, which are textbook examples of verbal abuse. I have the bracelet from my hospital stay, and I still have the suicide hotline number in my cell phone. Yet apparently I am sick and twisted and a liar, just out to "humiliate" my parents, according to them. 
One more time, just to make my point, I COULD HAVE DIED. And that's their response? (and after I called them on it, my father called it "heartbreaking". Too little, too late, I know your true feelings) 

So looking at all of this, I am actually happy to finally be truly free from them, and I'm happy I realized this in time to give my child(ren) the true love and respect from her mother, that I never had. I might not be a great mother, and I'll probably make lots of mistakes, but abuse will not be one of them. 

These are the last 3 entries from my livejournal, which I had set as private until now. 

12/23/11
The world according to my mother,compiled from my journal from 2002-2006 (before I really left for good) 
My mother said I have no personality, I'm a horrible spoilt brat who won't survive in the real world. Because I didn't like Jazz I was told I have bad taste in music, no ear, and no talent. Because I didn't follow fashion trends like the rest of the sheeple in my highschool I was a nut and deserved to have no friends. I only had 4 friends, and they were all stupid, assholes, morons with no talent who wouldn't amount to anything in the real world. I shouldn't be shopping frugally or working part-time jobs in my spare time because that's something poor people do, and I should just accept handouts from my mother into adulthood like my wonderful brother. I should jump up at every command, and I should also pick up after my brother and clean his room, because I have no social life and just sit on the computer all day watching stupid Japanese cartoons and listening to annoying Japanese music.Listening and watching things in a different language doesn't help someone actually learn the language. I took the wrong courses in highschool and was inept at picking courses in college. Whatever hobbies I had in highschool I cannot have after highschool.I will never survive in college because I cannot follow directions exactly like my mother says.I will never survive in the real world because I cannot clean or cook for myself. Yasushi will definitely leave me...even if we get married we will be divorced in a year because he will find out how rude, horrible, and immature I am.My mother is always right. Her screaming, yelling, and throwing tantrums is always justified and fixes everything. Her way of doing things is perfect, and she knows everything, even about things that she has no experience with like graduating highschool, going to college, or Japanese culture. 

2011: What I knew and found out along the way
I had many more than 4 friends in highschool, and they are all wonderful, diverse people that have all succeeded in making great lives for themselves.I treat people with the same respect they give me.I still love theatre...it is possible to still love something you loved in highschool.I have very diverse tastes in music and some singing talent. I get karaoke paid for, drinks bought because people want to hear me sing. People like my unique fashion sense and the way I stand out. I like my own clothes which is the most important.I have survived college. Despite having parents that couldn't adequately guide me I managed to graduate early for my major. My interest and willing to immerse myself in the Japanese language and culture proved to be a valuable asset to learning it. I met many people who shared my interests and had many friends in college. I have survived in the real world. I can hold down a job, cook, keep a house together, and do everything for myself, work for 6 years and have a savings of 100,000 by the time I'm 25.My brother who unlike myself has a "great personality" and isn't horrible or spoiled still isn't making a living at 30 years old and expects everything to be done for him. Yasushi and I will be celebrating our 4th marriage anniversary and 7th overall and are still going strong. He loves me. 
It hasn't been smooth sailing. Unfortunately, having a mother who believes she is always right, and screams, shouts, and blames everyone but herself when she feels challenged, AND enduring 16 years of emotional, verbal, and physical abuse from her has left its mark. I often lack confidence, feel unsure of myself, and wrestled with depression, anxiety, and panic attacks for the past 6 or 7 years. But now I am finally starting to heal. 
I can't understand why I had to be the scapegoat.My mother was a highschool dropout, but when I went to college it was all about how I could never make the "right" choices. 
I had a horrible personality, when really I was reacting to being abused. I was socially inept because I was on the computer writing this journal, communicating with my friends through instant messaging, and broadening my horizons by listening to Japanese music and finding resources to learn Japanese, instead of.............wait, that's right. The biggest landmarks within walking distance are a lake and a Wawa, and to go to work, socialize or do anything you need to drive a car. BUT when my mom finally realizes what a nowhere town this is (even though saying its name to others makes her feel classy) and spends all day on computer, iPad, or Kindle, updating Facebook and buying crap, it's fine for her to do it. 


2/13/12
A much-revisited subject....in the past 9 years I have been to Hawaii, Kobe, and Tokyo, and for some reason, maybe because I'm stupid, I keep going back home.
And the story repeats itself every time.
I enjoy myself for all of 2 seconds, and spend the rest of my time in this house pondering why the hell I am here.
It's even more perplexing because every time I prepare to leave I reflect on this, in this journal, and usually my writings prove to be timeless and true.
Such as my mother's excessive spending habits, the futility of the two of them living in a house that could comfortably shelter a family of 4 plus a roommate, in an area where the only way to thrive is to get the hell out.
And get the hell out they should. Because if my mother refuses to work a job and chooses to sit in the house all day on her computer or iPad or watching TV, the chances of dementia showing up a bit early just go up and up. If you don't use it, you lose it, basically. Walking around, volunteering at the blood bank or library if you can't, I mean, don't want to work...there are so many ways to stay healthy.
And I can't help but point out the irony while we're here--10 years ago, I was 15, no transportation, basically trapped in the house unless a friends parents were nice enough to pick me up, so I had no choice but to go on the computer and IM my friends, and pursue my then interests in Japanese videos and music. I was routinely insulted and ridiculed by my parents because I was "staying in the house" and "had no social life" when really, I had plenty of friends but no transportation, and I was making the best of a bad situation by exploring a different language and culture...something that would take me far, far away.
Whatever...mother's always right, mother knows best...right? Even when it's abuse. Hitting them out of your own anger and frustration when they're still too small to defend themselves, and when they get bigger insulting them on a daily basis, invalidating their feelings.......Kids never forget that stuff. I always brushed it off, tried to make like it didn't affect me......and promptly started showing symptoms of depression and anxiety disorders from age 19. Whenever people praised me I would wonder if there were strings attached, or worse, if they were mocking me like my parents always did. Yasushi and I are happily together for 7 years and married for 4, yet there were many times when I wondered if he would really leave me because I was such a horrible person, just like my parents said.
2/19/12
This is it; I'm breaking the cycle. I'm breaking free.
Why has it taken so long to realize what is best for myself?
Since I was 16, I would leave for a bit and go somewhere as far away as possible, and then have to come home for holidays. And every time I went out into the world I found that the world was a great place with many opportunities, and that I would always thrive much more on my own, out there, than when trapped in that house. I went farther away, for longer periods of time, and I changed, but everything here remained the same.
I'm so grateful to have had the opportunity get out, and to meet not only my wonderful husband, but also so many wonderful friends, teachers, counselors, coworkers, and bosses, from all parts of the country and world. They taught me that I am NOT a "jerk" or "miserable" or "nasty" nor do I have a "horrible personality" or "no personality at all" or "no common sense at all". They taught me how normal people act, and how to value and respect myself and others and have confidence in myself and my unique interests and talents. And thanks to them, I finally realized that I am beautiful on the inside and outside, and stopped supporting a multi-billion dollar industry that capitalizes on making people feel inadequate.
Outside of that house, I was never disrespected, insulted, mocked, or physically assaulted. I was treated like a human being and was able to observe how normal families treated each other, and how parents can teach and nurture their children with love, NOT anger, fear, and invalidation. Most people treat their children as individuals, and appreciate their unique interests and hobbies, and don't punish them for having them or force their own ideals onto them.
Sometimes I think it's nothing short of a miracle that I was able to succeed outside of that house, as I was often told that I "would never survive in the real world". And frankly, I'm surprised I did develop into a healthy person who works hard and earns a living. The only lessons I had been taught were that being lazy, materialistic and hedonistic would be rewarded, and that having an individual personality and interests that were different from my parents' just made me an outcast.
Really, sometimes I feel guilty for not being the "perfect daughter" that smiles and acts happy all the time no matter what she is feeling inside, no matter what insults are thrown at her. I'm sorry that I couldn't just mindlessly assimilate and adopt any interests and hobbies that were pushed on me, and HAD to have my own interests. It must have been so selfish of me to do things that I wanted to do.
Even so, it looks like I turned out OK. I must be really lucky....watching "childish" "stupid" Japanese "cartoons" and listening to "annoying" "unoriginal" Japanese music actually accelerated my progress in learning the language! And even though I have "no musical talent" I sang on TV, got to the 2nd round of a karaoke contest, performed at many benefits and parties, sang every day as part of my job, and generally had a really great time every time I sang. And all of those "moron" friends from high school that I "would never see again" are still great, supportive friends.
But the real miracle through all this my wonderful husband, who knows everything about me, and we have been together for 7 years (married for 4) and he has never told me I have a "horrible personality" or mocked me for crying, or asked if I needed to go to the "crazy hospital" when I had a panic attack. He saved my life when I tried to end it. And he helped create this new life inside of me. I love him so much. And I'm sorry for putting him through so much hardship, but at least now he understands that it wasn't my fault. 
http://www.daughtersofnarcissisticmothers.com/ 
http://www.lightshouse.org/immature-or-aggressive-parents.html 
http://www.focusas.com/Abuse-Emotional.html 
http://eqi.org/eam1.htm 
http://www.teenhelp.com/teen-abuse/emotional-abuse.html 
http://consumer.healthday.com/encyclopedia/article.asp?AID=648565 
http://www.ehow.com/info_8065936_signs-being-verbally-abused-parents.html 
Everyone, look around you. There are so many people out there that look normal and healthy, but they may have a personality disorder, or a psychological illness. There are so many children that don't have bruises or scratches, but are being abused. Those children might never overcome that abuse, and what will happen when they have children of their own? The cycle continues.
But this baby in my tummy deserves much better. Every child deserves a peaceful, positive, nurturing environment with truly open-minded people. A child deserves to be treated like a human being, with respect and love, and freedom to have their own interests and hobbies. They need rules and boundaries set for their safety, and realistic expectations backed up with confidence.
A child never needs to be terrorized into submission, and discipline should be logical and appropriate, not senseless, beating out of the parents' own inability to control their own anger and frustration. A child never deserves to be humiliated in public by being slapped in the face--the ultimate act of rejection and hate towards a person.
So that is why I am writing this, to break the cycle and start healing. It's the least I can do for my growing family. It's the least anyone who cares about their children can do. Any parent should understand, that it's not always about themselves and whatever "image" they have to the outside world. It's never too late to change.
Just a reflection. 
 

I am OK. I am more than OK. I am free my from toxic parents. And I am ready to close this chapter.  



最近の児童虐待についてのビデオに関してコメントやメッセージたくさん貰いました。同じ状況の人たくさんいます。その人たちに、大丈夫?本当に大丈夫なの?、と聞きたいんです。隠して大丈夫なふりをしないで。パニック障害やうつ病で苦しんでたら誰かに教えなきゃだめです。子供の頃から虐待されたら私みたいに何年も無視するのではなく、ちゃんと自分で理解をして受け止めなければいけないんです。隠すのは絶対よくないんです。そして周りにパニック障害やうつ病の人がいて、その人がもし自傷行為や、飲み過ぎやドラッグや、急に人と会わなくなったりして助けを求めるサインを示したらただかまって欲しいかわがまましてると思わないでください。

私が両親に虐待されて、そして今縁を切った状態だと聞いたら、心配する人もいますけど、私はすっきりしました。私はどうして何年間病気になってたかわかったし、子供を安全な環境で育てられます。父が孫までに虐待すると思うなんておかしいと言ってるけど、父がメールで両親が全然虐待してない、でもこれから自分で私が子供にどれだけバカで恥ずかしいことを書くぞ、と書いた自分がしつけと虐待と違いわからないみたいです。

母も凄く偽善的だとわかりました。ツィッターやフェイスブックなどで皆の見えるところに娘は素晴らしいなんて書きながら、私に向かってプライベートメッセージやコメントで酷い事を書いて、コメントに返事したら母は自分のコメントをすぐに消します。きっと母はいいお母さんのイメージをキープするのが第一なんでしょう。そして私が虐待というのは、傷つけるために嘘ついてる、私は本当に惨めで気持ち悪い病気な子で、アスペルガーもあります。でも私アスペルガーの症状一つもなくて、ただ母が私のイメージを悪くしたくて言ってます。でも、本当に面白いと思ったのは、父のメールによると、母は本当は子供の時から本当に酷い虐待されて、私と同じくパニックとうつで長年苦しんでいたそうです。でもそんなことはイメージと合わないので、自分の娘が同じことで苦しんでても同情する気持ちが少しでもありません。

腕に自傷行為した時の傷跡まだ残ってます。日記に父と母に言葉の暴力の定義となってる言葉を言われたことも記録しました。病院行った時のリストバンドもまだ持ってます。携帯にもまだ自殺ホットラインの番号が登録してあります。でもそれなのに、両親によると、私がただ両親のこと傷つけたくて、狂ってる嘘つきです。
もう一度言いますけど、私が死ぬ手前でした。それでその返事なの?(そういう風に父に行ったらいきなり「悲しくて苦しくて」って言い始めたけど、もう遅い、本当の気持ちわかったから)

これを全部考えてみれば、自由になれて嬉しいです。そしてこのタイミングもよくて、これから子供にちゃんと愛と尊敬をあげることができると思います。私になかった本当のお母さんの愛情と尊敬。私はそれほどいいお母さんになれる自信はないし、失敗する時も多いでしょうけど、虐待ということは絶対しません。

これが今までプライベートにしてた一番最近の日記です。


2011年12月23日
母の思ってる世界2002-2006の日記から収録(出て行く前に)母は私は性格悪い、世界でやっていけない最悪な甘えっ子と言った。ジャズ好きじゃないから、私は音楽の趣味悪い、耳悪い、才能もない。高校の羊人間みたいになんでもファションに従わないから私は気違い、友達いなくていい。私友達4人しかいない、そしてその4人はバカ、糞、才能ない、世界でやっていけない。安いもの買ったり、アルバイトしたりするのは貧乏臭い、素敵な兄みたいに大人になっても母からなんでも貰えばいい。名前呼ばれたら飛んで行くべき、そして兄の部屋の掃除もするべき、どうせ私は友達いないし、パソコンでバカな日本のアニメみたりやかましい日本の音楽聞いたりするだけの人生だから。違う言葉の音楽聞いたり番組見たりすることって、言葉の勉強のメリットにならない。高校での授業選びしっぱいした、大学の授業選びも下手。高校生時代の趣味は皆高校卒業後続けられない。母の言われた通りに全部やらないと、大学でやっていけない。自分で掃除も料理もできないので世界でやっていけない。私があまりにも失礼で最悪な人だからやすしは別れる。結婚しても1年以内に離婚するだろう。母はいつも正しい。怒りだして叫んだり暴れたりすることってちゃんと理由もあって、しかも何の問題でも解決できる。母のやり方って完璧、そしてなんでも知ってる、特に自分が経験したことないこと、例えば高校を卒業すること、大学行く事、そして日本の文化。
2011年:私が知ってて、そして学んだこと高校生時代は4人なんかよりずっと多く友達がいた、そして今成功してて、素晴らしい人たちばかりです。私はただされたように人を尊敬する。まだ演劇が大好きです。高校生で大好きだったものはずっと好きでいてもいい。音楽の趣味は幅広くて、歌う才能は少しある。歌を聴いて喜ばれてカラオケ代払ってもらったりドリンク買ってもらったりしたこともあります。人は私のスタイルが好き。私も自分の服が好き。大学卒業できた。両親に相談できなくても自分の専門で少し早く卒業する事もできた。日本の文化に深い興味を持って100%入り込むことで成功できた。そして大学生時代も同じ趣味の友達いっぱい作れた。世界でやっていける。仕事して、家庭作って、料理して、自分で何でもできる。6年働いて25歳で100,000ドルの貯金もできる。兄は私と違って、「性格がいい」で、最悪で甘えっ子ではない、は30歳超えても自分で何もできない、ましな仕事もできない。やすしと私はもうすぐ結婚4周年。付き合って7年間。やすしは私を愛してる。でもそんな簡単な人生ではなかった。母が自分はいつも正しいと思い込んでて、それが試されると怒りだして叫んで暴れて自分以外皆のせいにして、その母に16年間体にも心にも暴力受けるのは精神に残ってしまった。自信ない時が多くて、6-7年間鬱やパニックと戦ってる。でもやっと立ち直る事ができるかも。どうして私ばかりが悪かったのがわからない。母は高校中退したけど、私が大学いっても、正しいこと選んでないとばかり。。。性格が悪いというのは、虐待されてた反応だった。社交的の障害って、ただパソコンでこの日記を書いたり、友達とチャットしたり、そして世界を広げようと日本の音楽を聴いたり日本語を勉強したりして。。。他にできることって。。。。そうだ、ないんだ。この町歩いても湖とコンビニしかない、仕事したり、友達に会ったりするには車が必要。でも母がこの町は死んでるということに気づいて(でも町の名前だけ高級な感じするから好きらしい)、母がパソコン、iPad、電子書籍などでフェスブックやったりネット通販で買い物ばかりしたらそれがいいみたい。2012年2月13日これ何度も繰り返してる。。。この9年間ハワイ、神戸、と東京に行きました。そして、私がバカだろうか、いつもこの家に戻ってくる。そして同じ話が繰り返してる。2秒ほど楽しいと思って、そして後この家に過ごす時間はどうしてここにいるんだろうと悩んでる。そして出る時はこうやっていつも日記に同じことを書いて、その書いた事は時間が経っても真実ということは変わらない。たとえば、母の買い物中毒や、成功したければ出るしかないような町に4-5人の家族でも住める家で二人で無駄に暮らしてること。絶対この町を出るべきだと思う。。母が仕事するの嫌で、毎日家の中でテレビみてパソコンいじったりしてれば、認知症が出るの早くなるチャンスがドンドン上がっていく。ちゃんと脳みそ使わないと腐るって。仕事できないーいや、したくないーなら、散歩したり、ボランティアしたりすればいいし。健康を保つ方法がいくらでもある。でもこういう風になったのは少し面白い。。。なぜなら10年前私は15歳で、出かける方法が全くない、友達の親に迎えに来てもらうしかなかったから、私はパソコンを使って友達とおしゃべりしたり、日本のビデオや音楽をダウンロードするしか時間を過ごす方法はなかった。そのせいで両親にいつもいじわるされて、「全然社交的な人じゃないね」とか「毎日パソコンばっかりしてるくせに」とか言われてたけど、本当はパソコンを通じて友達と連絡取り合ったりして、日本語を覚えたりもしてた。日本語を覚えればいつか遠く行けるから。。かな?どうでもいいや。母はいつも正しい、母はよく知ってる。。。。でしょう。虐待でも。自分の怒りとイライラがコントロールできず自分の事を守る事ができない小さな子供を殴ったりして、子供が大きくなったら毎日傷つける言葉を言ったり、子供の気持ちをバカにしたり。。。子供はそんなことを絶対忘れない。私はいつも無視したり、気にしないよと格好付けてみたりしたけど。。。19歳になったらうつとパニックになりはじめた。人に褒められると、その人は何を求めてるか、私をいじわるでもしてるかなと心の中で疑ったり。両親はいつもそうしてたから。わたしとやすしは7年間つきあってて、4年間結婚してるけど、両親に言われたように私が最悪だから本当に離婚するのかなと思ったことも何度もある。2012年2月19日これだ。もう繰り返さない。自由になるんだ。どうして何が自分に取って一番いいのかを気がつくのがこんなに遅いんだろう。16歳の時から家を出て遠く行って、休みに帰ったりしてた。そして毎回世の中に出たら、世の中は素晴らしくて機会の多いところで、家に閉じ込められてるより一人で自由になった方がずっと成功しているとわかった。そしてもっと長く、もっと遠くに行ったりした。そして私が変わった。でもここにあるのすべてが変わらない。出る機会があって、世界中から素晴らしい旦那、仲間、先生、同僚、などに出会えて感謝してます。皆から私が「くそ女」「みじめ」「性格悪い」「常識ない」などではないと教えてもらった。普通の人はどういう風に過ごすとか、どうやって自分と他人に尊敬を持つか、あと自分と自分の特徴や性格や趣味に自信を持つ事も教えてくれた。そして皆のおかげで私が本当は中も外もきれいな人だとわかって、女性をだまして自信をなくさせる事で何億円儲ける企業を支援するのもやめた。その家を出たら、私はいじわる、暴力、虐待をされたことがなかった。普通の人間のように預けられて、普通の家族の行為も見る事ができました。両親が怒りと恐怖と気持ちの失効で子供を育てるではなく、愛を通じて子供に何か教えるのを見る事ができた。大体の家族は子供を独特の人間のとその個人の趣味などを全部認めて、自分と違う趣味を持つ事をこらしめない。自分の趣味ばかり押し付けない。私はよく「世の中やっていけない」と言われたから、家を出て成功するなんて奇跡でしょう。そして私がちゃんと普通に働いたり生活したりする人間になったの驚いてる。母に教わったことなら、怠けて、買い物ばっかりして、楽しい事しかやらない人間になることが良い、個人の性格と趣味を持つのがおかしい。時々私が苦しんでてもいじめられても偽物の笑顔ばかりしてハッピーでいられるような娘になれなくて悪いと思ってる。自分の意思をなくしてどんな趣味押し付けられても興味を持つ娘じゃなくてごめん。自分の意思や趣味を持ってわがままだったね。それでも私大丈夫だったかも。ラッキーだな。その「バカバカしい」「子供っぽい」日本のアニメをみたり、「うるさい」「アメリカからパクってる」日本の音楽を聞いたりして、外国語まで覚えやすくなった!そして私が「音楽の才能がない」でもテレビで歌ったり、カラオケコンテストの決戦までいったり、色んなパーティーなどで演奏したり、仕事の一部として歌ったり、そして歌う事で本当に楽しんでた。そして高校生時代からの「二度と会わないだろう」「ばか」の友達にもまだ会ってるし、皆凄くいい仲間です。そして本当の奇跡は、私の素晴らしい旦那さんです。私の事全部わかっていて、そして7年間付き合ってて4年結婚してても、「性格悪い」泣く事をいじわるしたり、パニックになったときに「狂った人の病院に行こう」と言った事もない。私が命を消そうとしたら救ってくれた。そしてこの新しい命も作ってくれた。愛してる。そして辛い思いさせて本当に悪かった。でも私のせいじゃないとわかっててよかった。http://www.daughtersofnarcissisticmothers.com/ 
http://www.lightshouse.org/immature-or-aggressive-parents.html 
http://www.focusas.com/Abuse-Emotional.html 
http://eqi.org/eam1.htm 
http://www.teenhelp.com/teen-abuse/emotional-abuse.html 
http://consumer.healthday.com/encyclopedia/article.asp?AID=648565 
http://www.ehow.com/info_8065936_signs-being-verbally-abused-parents.html 皆さん、まわりを見てごらん。外から見て普通に健康の人間に見える人たくさんいるけど、性格の障害、心の病気を持ってるかもしれない。そして傷やアザはないけど、虐待や暴力受けてる子供も沢山いる。その子供たちはその虐待を乗り越えることはないかもしれない。そして自分も大きくなって自分の子供が産まれて来たら、どうなる?また繰り返す。でも私のお腹にいる赤ちゃんにもっといい事をあげたい。どんな子供でも平和で、楽観的で、充実して考え方が広い人のいる環境にいるべき。そして子供は愛と尊敬を持って人間として預けるべき、そして個人の趣味などを持つ自由を与えるべき。安全のためにちゃんとした原則が必要。そして両親は現実的な予想と、自信を持つべき。子供は言う事聞くまで恐怖な気分にさせる必要ない。そしてしつけは合理的で状況に合ったものであるべき。自分の怒りとイライラが泊まらなくてただ殴ってるだけなのではない。ひと目の前で顔殴られて(人間として嫌いという一番のジェスチャー)恥ずかしい気分にする必要は絶対ない。だからこれを書いてます。繰り返しを破って、立ち直るためです。私の増える家族のためにこの位はできる。子供を愛する人間ならこの位はできる。どんな親でも理解できるはず、自分と自分のイメージが第一じゃない。変えることには遅いことはない。


私は大丈夫。大丈夫より良い。私は毒の両親から自由になった。そしてこのチャプターはもう終わりです。