In keeping with the International Day of Violence against Women. Financial Abuse – The Assistant of Domestic Violence By Yvonne Sam When the word domestic violence is used or thought about, the general public usually thinks of physical abuse that gives rise to visible injuries to the victim. Sadly, this is only one type of abuse. […]
I have been a gamer since 1980 when I purchased my first Atari console unit. I played Space Invaders, Pong, Circus and many other games for hours.
After purchasing my first PC in 1984, I played DOS games which consisted of text only or the simplest of games with limited graphics.
I purchased other console units for my oldest son over the years and always played games on those consoles (Sony Dreamcast, Nintendo, Sega Genesis, etc.).
My next PC had Windows OS which opened up the world of Myst to me and my kids. I bought educational games for the kids and played my own games while my kids sat beside me and helped me solve puzzles from the notes I took.
A decade or so later, I was introduced to the world of MMORPGs (massively multiplayer online role-playing games). I joined the online gaming world and began to meet other online players. Some of them were women, but the majority were men.
In this world, there are men who play female characters and GIRLs: girl in real life.
I have made some real-life friends through online gaming, both male and female.
Within the online gaming environment you find all types of male players: protective types, kind types, gentlemanly types, socially-awkward types, controlling types, cliqueish types, macho types, quiet types, outspoken types, highly-competitive types, profane types and finally the really ugly types which portray a variety of bad male stereotypes: immature, unrestrained, abusive and sexually predatory (these behaviors are not exhibited exclusively by men, though).
In one game that I played for years, a new guild member started sending me private messages which started with this question: “Do you swallow?”
This was in response to the name of one of my characters which was inspired by a butterfly. What I thought was lovely and amazing, a male player twisted and perverted.
I reported him to our guild leaders and he was booted from the group.
This guy had started playing the game after a stint on Second Life, which is not a game at all, but actually an online community with an X-rated section for adults. I guess he thought all online games were populated by the same types of people. He was mistaken.
On other occasions, I have had character names twisted and perverted by male players in public chat (you can tell the guys who watch a lot of porn). I always reported any player who was obviously sexually harassing me. Many ended up banned from the game, not just because of my reports but because these people generally bring down the gaming environment to a low, base level which game developers do not want (especially subscription-based games where female players are valued).
Most recently, I started playing Blizzard’s first-person shooter game Overwatch. This team-based game is crazy fun, with a choice of 22 characters for each short match against other players.
There is attack and defend, capture and escort. After playing a set of matches with a 6-member team, you might find yourself playing the next set of matches with players from the other team. It is always a good idea to be a good sport after a match, a concept that seems to elude many players.
When I created my gamertag for Overwatch, I used a variation of my very female name. It was obvious that I was a female player.
Obnoxious male players have attempted to motivate our team with statements such as: “everyone get your dicks out.”
When I informed him that I didn’t have such equipment, he was not very nice.
Over the next few weeks, I found myself the subject of negative talk if I participated in voice chat and attempted to provide any leadership or guidance to my team. This negative talk was not just from male players, but younger female players as well. I was often teaming up with one of my sons who witnessed the behavior. It was an interesting dynamic.
If a guy offered the team leadership, he was usually rewarded with cooperation and thanks. If a female player attempted to provide leadership, she was often treated badly during and after the match.
When I reported to my other son that a male player had called me a “f***in bitch” after I called him out on his abusive chat, my son was upset but not surprised. As a male player, he was used to seeing and hearing such language. He had not, however, dealt with it directed toward his mother (you know, the argument that sexual harassment and/or assault isn’t a big deal until it could be your daughter, sister, mother, etc.).
I used this experience to try to educate my sons on what women must deal with in a man’s world, as gaming has been primarily male dominated for years. That is changing quickly. More and more women are populating the online gaming world.
I made a decision after yet another male player heaped abuse on me to change my gamertag to something masculine.
For the last three weeks I have not had a single negative comment aimed at me. Not one.
Male gamers will argue that women who complain about the gaming world are just whining or being snowflakes or SJWs (social justice warriors).
The New York Times article SWSX Addresses Online Harassment of Women in Gaming is a disturbing read which I recommend to everyone.
There are YouTubers who regularly make fun of women who are trying to change the online, console, and PC gaming world so that such games do not perpetuate harmful attitudes, behaviors and stereotypes.
Indi game developers Brianna Wu and Zoe Quinn, and Anita Sarkeesian, social justice warrior who owns the Feminist Frequency blog and YouTube channel, are the favorite subjects of deniers of misogynistic and anti-femiinist themes in games. These women have received death threats and continued online harassment through Twitter and other forums.
Gamergate is the subject of many naysaying male gamer YouTubers such as Investigamer who mispronounces impartiality over and over (I know, I’m nitpicking) after gaming journalism was accused/exposed as being corrupt.
I understand that male players are just not going to see and understand what women endure in male-dominated environments because they are not on the receiving end of such behavior. I understand this. However, men need to learn to listen to female voices instead of denigrating or atttempting to silence them.
Polarizing men against women in the gaming world is not going to accomplish anything. Men and women must care about ending online harassment especially in the gaming world.
I know what I have experienced. I know that the harassment stopped when I quit using voice chat and changed my gamertag to one that is obviously masculine.
If women must disguise themselves as male players in order to avoid harassment, there is something wrong with the online gaming world.
If a female player challenges a male player because he is being a dick, her voice should be respected. If a gamer chooses to be a dick, he should expect to be called out for such behavior.
It is one thing to be upset during a game and expressing said frustration, it is another to attack a female player with the aim of humiliating and ultimately silencing her.
I have an announcement: men don’t rule the world anymore. You have to share the world with women, and this includes the military, politics, business, education, and, yes, gaming.
Heartbreak and loss come in many different forms: the death of a loved one, rejection by a lover or spouse, abandonment by a parent.
As a wounded woman, I know what it is to hurt.
I won’t bore you with tales of woe from my childhood, but all was not well at home.
By the time I was a young adult, I had been exposed to some pretty bad stuff, much of it a result of our male-dominated culture (exposure to pornography, sexual predators young and old, and male criticism of my female form and personality).
I was bullied by other girls, all older and bigger than me. I was also bullied by my family.
By the time I was 21 years old, I had what was termed”a serious chip” on my shoulder.
Believe it or not, I was judged harshly because I was not all smiles and compliance all the time. Because I tried to fight back. Girls shouldn’t do that, don’t you know.
I knew the world was screwed up even when I was young, but I never knew how to express my concern. It festered. It fermented. I didn’t understand my discontent.
By the time I was in my early 20s, I wore a pretty hard, protective shell designed to keep me from getting hurt.
And then I found a church that promised “inner healing.”
Was there a chance that I could be freed from the pain that I worked so hard to keep hidden away?
I found a husband who was supposed to be loving, caring and a positive expression of patriarchy.
I believed that in this relationship, those wounds would finally begin to heal. I was in a safe relationship, a safe place, finally.
I let my guard down and exposed many of my wounds to this man.
I trusted him.
He used his power to control instead of love.
This is not a cautionary tale. I am not advocating the growth of dragon scales as a way to protect oneself. We can never truly love others if we don’t allow them to love us. And no one can love us if we don’t let down our guard.
From a psychological point of view, I am most likely dealing with abandonment issues exacerbated by fear of rejection. In a nutshell, when my father left me and my family when I was 7 years old, it affected me profoundly.
Back in the late 60s, it was not common for parents to divorce. I grew up in what was called a “broken home.” I carried that shame with me everywhere.
Thinking back, when my father was home there was an awful lot of yelling and fighting. I’m pretty sure things got physical. I don’t remember much. I liked the quiet better.
I heard a lot of stories from both of my parents over the subsequent years well into my adolescence when I finally reached a point where I couldn’t take it anymore. I eventually refused to see my father anymore. That estrangement lasted for about two years.
I got pregnant. I got married. I had a baby. I got divorced.
I needed the quiet.
When it wasn’t quiet, when there was conflict and discord, my wounds opened up and all the pain came flooding back.
Here’s the thing: we all have wounds. My wounds are probably nothing compared to someone else’s wounds. That doesn’t matter.
We are talking pain levels here and tolerance for pain.
In life, the good times are supposed to outweigh the bad times.
Everyone suffers. Everyone struggles. Everyone has pain.
The real issue is how much pain and how often. Does the pain ever stop? Are there respites from the pain?
For some people, the answer is “No.”
I didn’t understand the insidious nature of chronic pain until a few years ago after contracting Lyme disease from a tick bite. I ended up one of the small percentage of people who experience long-term symptoms. Mine include chronic fatigue and chronic pain. I know what it is like to live with pain all the time.
The physical bite site, the terrible wound that I had from that tick bite, did heal after three weeks of antibiotics. The cause of the initial wound (about the size of a softball) moved away from the bite site and penetrated deep into my body’s tissues and even my brain. There was no healing.
Too Much Pain
The other day, I woke up and realized that I didn’t have any noticeable pain in my body. I breathed deeply and smiled. What a happy day. I want more pain-free days. Who wouldn’t? I thoroughly enjoyed that day. But such days are rare.
There is more compassion for those who suffer from physical pain than emotional pain in our society. If someone has a back injury and must take opioids, no one holds it against that person.
For those who suffer loss and are wounded by it (and how can one not be wounded by loss???), healing is supposed to take place over time, but there is an expectation of some conclusion where the person affected finds relief and can move on with no more symptoms of grief.
For most people, grieving a loss takes time and the support of loved ones. In most cases, the pain of the loss lessens until it is merely a memory with occasional bouts of suffering that abate after a day or so.
What happens when grieving doesn’t end? Sometimes the wounds just don’t heal.
What happens to those who never stop feeling profound and unbearable pain?
There are many different endings to this kind of story.
Many can find relief through mental health services: therapy, medications and lifestyle changes. For some people this works.
Some end in the body giving up and the person fading away (yes, people can die from a broken heart). Some end in self-destructive behavior that results in death. Some end in suicide.
For some people the wounds just don’t heal. For some people the pain never stops. The thought of living a life of never ending pain is unbearable.
Even though many wounds don’t heal, there is hope.
And it starts with taking back one’s power…
I left the church, all churches, because of how the Christian religion views and treats women. I am just sharing this up front (if you haven’t read previous posts).
I have written many times about how the women in my church (and the pastor, who was a woman) used silencing behavior to shut me down, everything from intervening when I was trying to be honest with my husband in counseling sessions to handing me a list of Bible verses about “gossip” when I needed to talk to someone about my abusive husband.
There is something seriously wrong going on. It is common for women who are in bad marriages, some abusive, some not, to be pressured to remain in those marriages no matter what. It is a duty, marriage is sacred, it would be a sin to divorce.
Let’s first talk about the sacred institution of marriage. This is a doctrinal thing. Marriage is mentioned in the Bible, and it is likened to Christ’s relationship to the church. From that analogy, marriage has become primary while the people (and their children) in that marriage are secondary.
“God hates divorce!!!!!!!!”
God probably hates a lot of things, but I don’t think divorce is at the top of his list.
This is a symptom of a much bigger problem. People (individuals) come last in the Christian religion.
Yep. They do.
When duty, or doctrine, is more important than relationship, then you will end up with dysfunction of some kind. And those who put the marriage before the people in that marriage are being dysfunctional. They are encouraging dysfunction. They are perpetrating dysfunction.
I have declared to anyone who wants to listen that I reject the Pauline letters in the New Testament. I think they run contrary to the teachings of Yeshua (he was Jewish, and his name is NOT Jesus — I know, picking at gnats).
Women must remain silent in church. Women must obey their husbands in everything. Women must wear head coverings. Women must wear dresses. Women must…
This is all legalism. Paul was a legalist.
In all of the years that I tried to relate to and communicate with my husband, he often told me that I needed to submit: over and over and over again. He never quoted the verse that commands husbands to love their wives as Jeshua loves the church. He never quoted the verse about how a man who does not care for his family is worse than an infidel.
I was told that it wasn’t my place to discuss _____ (fill in the blank), how I should not do this or do that, how my prayer life was even under his purview.
But when spiritual leaders in a church use the same silencing behavior on their congregations, you end up with a bunch of unthinking, repressed people.
Do you know one of the leaders in my old church stood up and said how much she hated running into this one woman she knew because she was always so down and negative (this was the same person who shut me down with a sheet of scriptures on gossip when I needed to confide in someone).
Dysfunction is prevalent in Christian relationships because of the fear of truth. There is a fear of honesty. There is a fear of reality.
“Don’t interrupt my religious moment with your unpleasant reality, please!”
“Oh, your husband is abusing you? Your reward will be in heaven. You must do your best to submit to him anyway.”
“Shhh, women should be silent.”
The judicial system, encouraged by our Christian heritage (patriarchy in general), permitted husbands to rape their wives in the no-so-distant past.
A man who beat his wife was justified in the last century.
Hell, women didn’t even have the right to vote until 1920, and then civil rights, rights over their own bodies and personal life decisions, took many more decades.
Men rant about how unfair the judicial system is because they say it favors mothers in divorces. Have they not looked at history where a hundred years ago women had almost no rights at all? Children (and their mothers) belonged to fathers/husbands.
Women had to remain in bad marriages if they wanted to keep their children, not be homeless, and have any kind of financial support. There weren’t even many professions available where women could support themselves. Women still make a lot less than men today.
Inequality is ugly.
Why are men threatened by women’s rights? I do not understand why men are threatened by women who use their voices.
And religious men can be the worst. Actually, let me correct myself: religious women can be the worst. I wonder if there is some underlying fear that if a friend has justification for leaving her husband, she might question her own marriage. Things start to get shaky and undefinable when women have autonomy and self-determination. There is a loss of control.
Oh, and here we are: control.
Silencing women comes down to the need to control. And when the church (which is the corporate body and its individual members) silences women, it is exerting control over them, control that it should not have.
What if we let women speak and then decide for themselves? Would the world come to an end?
The justification for Paul’s letter, the historical context — at least what I was taught — was that women would just stand up and speak when gathered in the early church.
Gasp! Choke!!! Oh no!
Some kind of directive was necessary to keep them under “control.”
And today, the church silences women by insisting that they wear dresses, defer to their husbands, defer to their pastors, defer to… well, everyone. Heck, women should speak quietly and not make trouble. Women should…
Silencing behavior. Control.
How long will women put up with such ridiculousness? How long?
For those who are still skeptical, I challenge you to explore gender equality in the Christian religion. The Junia Project is a lovely place to begin.
I challenge you. What do you have to lose? Control?
In the 21st century we reject the idea that kings are born to rule, that some men were born to rule over others merely because of their bloodlines. We tolerate royalty, look at them as though they are celebrities or museum pieces (at least in the western world – in the middle east, unfortunately, kings still rule in some nations), and read of the births of even more royal offspring with delight (why???). I think it is similar to why people visit the Amish country here in the US, and think they are so quaint and precious because they are stuck in time, drive horse and buggy rigs, and don’t have telephones. They treat their women and horses like crap. Oh, how cute . . . Huh?
I was a Christian wife who bought into the baloney that man is the head of woman. I know. I can’t believe it either. Because a man is born with boy parts he automatically rules over woman. Where did this idea come from? It has been here for . . . well, almost always. I think we can look back to caveman days when the strongest led the weakest. Here we are talking about physical strength. I know this is really simplistic, but it really does make sense. As time went on men realized that while they may be physically superior (in the strength department – they aren’t so good at birthing babies), women were really smart and could turn a man into a puddle of mush by merely batting her eyelashes (sexual power is a whole other topic). Cliché, I know, but I think there is truth in this. Women have great power, and it scares men. I think it scared early man and ancient man and medieval man and Enlightenment man and revolutionary man and continues to scare modern man. I think the power of women scares women, too. With great power comes great responsibility. I think we give up much of that power because it scares the poo out of us. I know it scares me sometimes.
In hand to hand combat, a woman rarely stands a chance against a man. His size, weight and physical strength via muscle mass typically make him superior in this kind of combat. He has that testosterone thing going on. In our modern age, we are not limited to throwing rocks, spears or sword fighting, though. We have different kinds of self-defense methods and even weapons available to women now. I call these the great equalizers. So do we need men to protect us? Do we need men to rule over us because we are so weak and cannot be trusted with our power? These are good questions. Gun control advocates don’t consider this when they work to outlaw and confiscate privately owned firearms. [This is not a pro-gun essay, but I just wanted to mention this as an aside.] My point is that today women are not weak, are definitely not inferior to men in any way, and do not need to be protected if we are taught to care for ourselves, to protect ourselves, and to celebrate our innate strength.
I challenge all those who adhere to headship theology to consider rejecting the rule of man over woman because “the Bible says so!” Jesus never said so (and if he supposedly did who said he said so?). Paul supposedly said so (he also said women need to wear head coverings, and none of my Christian friends wear head coverings. Hmmmm . . .). I challenge all of my male and female friends to consider how you interact with the opposite sex. Are you an egalitarian? If not, what stands in the way of embracing this mindset, this way of life? Just sharing some thoughts on this snowy Tuesday.
Check out The Junia Project for more information on equality in the Christian home (thanks to my friend Connie for directing me to this site months ago).
Postscript: I regret that I stayed in my dysfunctional marriage so long as it harmed not only my daughter’s perception of herself as a woman and the role of men in her life, but my sons were exposed to abusive behavior for much too long and have serious anger issues now as a result (they are conflicted about how men and women relate, why their father was harsh to them and me, and why God would allow such a situation to continue for so long — I ask this one myself). Parents need to consider what they are modeling for their children, and the marriage model is the first and most important that children are exposed to as they grow up, in my opinion.