Hello everyone, and welcome to another fine Bloody Fissures production. I’m Elegant Harridan.
Over the years I’ve been vocal about feminists and their anti male, anti white, anti normal agenda. I’ve mocked their inability to cope with stressors that most other sane people are able to navigate without difficulty. I’ve ridiculed those who become triggered at the slightest perturberance, causing them to retreat to safe spaces.
After this past week I’ve changed my thinking on this slightly.
Daddy0five, a YouTuber named Mike Martin, and his wife Heather Martin. They peddled videos on their channel showcasing child abuse under the guise of prank videos. They eventually claimed all the videos were fake. (Video now deleted.)
The YouTube community and beyond didn’t believe this claim even after Mike and Heather put up a video of them seemingly trying to apologize for any wrong doing. It all seemed fake to most of us. It was discovered today that it was all indeed fake, and that the apologetic statements made by Mike and Heather Martin were all orchestrated by a hired PR firm.
I’m not going to rehash the whole story. If you want to see examples of some of the abuse visit this link.
What really struck me about the videos is that the brunt of most of the abuse, a cute smart red headed kid named Cody, had nowhere to retreat for safety. The abuse just kept going and going towards him. He was pushed to the point of anguish and panic. Yet, the father and in fact the whole family kept pushing, and following him around, stalking him, in order to obtain yet more anguish on video so they could exploit him for their own gain.
This kind of repeated mental abuse does something to the brain and neurological system. It changes the person, more than likely forever. I should know. I’m a recipient of this same kind of re-wiring done at the hands of my mother and at times my siblings as well. I wont go into my story just yet, perhaps some day I will. But for now, just know that I didn’t have a happy childhood.
When I try to intellectualize some of the ways I feel, and think about things, I tend to switch off instead of address the issues head on. I don’t want to think about how my past continues to affect my present. That would be a sign of weakness, and I’m not ready to feel weak again.
Cody felt weak, in fact he said so himself. I can only hope that it doesn’t take him as long as it did me to figure out that it isn’t his fault. It wasn’t a flaw within him that made his life miserable. It was a flaw within his parental units.
If there is one thing good that came out of all of this is that there is a huge community of people who watched the videos, who recognized that what was going on was child abuse. For years I’ve thought that I’m nothing but a piece of shit, and that I deserved the treatment I’ve gotten from several key people in my life. It’s sad that I had to see and hear it through other people to arrive at this conclusion myself.
When I was a child, and still to this day, when I’m feeling stressed or anxious, which is almost daily, I do what I can to retreat. I try to find a safe space. Sometimes it’s not even a space. When I can’t find a place to get away from the things that are distressing me, I’ve been known to numb things down with chemicals, food, or even sex. When I’m in distress, my favorite place to be is in a dark room with no light coming in through the windows, with my dogs, and the sickest, goriest horror movie I can find. That, or the heaviest metal I can listen to. That’s my safe space.
This caused me to think about how I’ve ridiculed those who require coloring books and safe spaces to run off to to decompress. It’s made me question my condescension of those students who were triggered by the sound of hands clapping at conferences, and instead requested people show approval by using the silent jazz hands gesture. It’s forced me to address how I’ve mocked people who become unhinged at what seems like even the slightest provocation.
There are many many kids who’ve been treated like Cody and his sister Emma. Well, and all of the other Martin family kids too, although the three older boys have been taught to be bullies, while Cody and Emma have been taught to be victims. The fact that the daddyofive channel has the better part of a million subscribers who are adamant supporters tells me that there are many many people out there who find what the Martins did to their kids perfectly okay. These supporters will probably go on to treat their own children the same, which will cause even more damaged kids who will eventually grow up to be damaged adults. And the cycle will continue…
I think we all need to consider whether or not all these damaged women mostly, but men as well, who are part of the social justice crowd were raised in a fashion that caused them to find strategies to cope with their adulthood that was damaged as a result of their childhood.
Some may say that no, sjw’s and triggered leftists were raised as spoiled brat special snowflakes who were never subjected to a harsh word by complacent parents. This much may still be true, but I don’t think that this sector of the perpetually triggered make up the larger part of the group.
I think that the most vocal of this crowd of clearly damaged humans are those who had childhoods just like mine, and Cody’s. I think many of us have suffered similar abuse, but for whatever reason, found different ways to cope with it in our adulthoods.
I see how I’ve coped with damage caused in my childhood as the more noble way to handle things. I’m Conservative. I espouse views which include personal responsibility and accountability, and benefitting from one’s own hard work.
How leftists cope with their damage caused by their childhoods is to focus on liberalism, blaming others for problems, and benefitting from other people’s hard work. At least that’s how I see it.
But I’m beginning to soften, not on the views I continue to espouse, but on my harsh dismissiveness of how others cope with their own damage. What should I say to a leftist who suffered the same kind of abuse that I did, in order to get them to see things from my point of view?
Shouting them down and ridiculing them isn’t the right way to go. Nor is it the way for them to go when trying to influence me.
I don’t know exactly how to proceed from here. I guess it’s back to the drawing board for me. I will have to find another way to get more people to be open to Conservative views.
Until then, thanks for watching. Find ways to seek and give truth and comfort. And I’ll see you soon.