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Rupert Ross - Speaking My Truth

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passed-out women. He told of hiding in the closet with his little sister, puttinghis hands over her ears so she could not hear the thuds and grunts going onaround them. When everything turned quiet, they would sneak out of thecloset, step carefully over the bodies, and scrounge for food. Because hishands were over his sister’s ears, nothing blocked those grunts and thudsfrom his own ears, so he learned to block them out mentally. He got so goodat it that he became a virtual psychopath, unable to feel the pain of others.By the time he came to our attention, he had crossed over normal sexualboundaries with more than a dozen girls, oblivious to their objection andpain. Despite lengthy treatment, we could not bring that human capacity forempathy back to him, and he continued to offend. It was the most severe caseof downstream damage from residential schools I had ever seen.Until recently, that is. Things seem to be unravelling with frightening speedin a number of communities in my region, with a whole new generation ofnon-empathic, isolated, angry, lonely, and violent children appearing in ourcourts. They are children of the children of parents who survived residentialschools, and if they are the future, it is bleak in far too many communities. Iworry that all of the truth and reconciliation opportunities brought to theirgrandparents, all of the financial settlements and apologies from churchesand governments, will do virtually nothing to help those damaged children.What they need is truth, reconciliation, and healing with—and between—their traumatized parents, and nothing less will do.In northwestern Ontario, incredibly, we have only two residential facilitiesdedicated to family healing, and literally hundreds of families need theirhelp. I have seen miracles take place within those facilities, and I am deeplyangry that there are not more opportunities to work those miracles.One of those miracles took place at the Reverend Beardy Memorial - Wee CheHe Wayo-Gamic Family Healing Centre in Muskrat Dam First Nation locatedin northwestern Ontario. Even though her husband had beaten her severely,the wife wanted to give family healing a try. I agreed, releasing her husbandfrom jail, and they travelled to Muskrat Dam for their five-week program.When they returned to their own community with good reports from MuskratDam, I still waited nearly a year before sentencing to see if the changes werelasting. Two of the wife’s friends told me the changes were so obvious that theyhad asked her if she and her husband could share what they had learned. Shewas very clear in her explanation. She and her husband had both grown upwith abuse between their parents, but had never talked about it with each other.In counselling, they learned that they were still seeing things through thelens of their parents’ abuse. When one would get angry about something, theother would receive that anger within their own experience of abuse between148 | <strong>Rupert</strong> <strong>Ross</strong>

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