Patrick Stewart on violence


Heather Skye asked Patrick Stewart a question:

“Besides acting, what are you most proud of that you have done in your life (that you are willing to share with us)?”

And here is Patrick Stewart’s response: 

Heather Skye writes about this in her blog:

Let me tell you a thing, about an amazing man named Patrick Stewart 

And here are her comments to the video on YouTube:

Published on 29 May 2013
This was my question to Sir Patrick Stewart at Comicpalooza 2013. I wanted to thank Patrick Stewart for his speech at Amnesty International it personally help me put a name to the abuse, sexual abuse in my case, I had experienced in the past. He responded very passionately and the last thing I thought I would get at was a heartfelt hug.

When he embraced me he told me “You never have to go through that again, you’re safe now”. I just kept thanking him.

I hope everyone who needs help in abusive or violent situations has the courage to do so. There are people willing and ready to help you. There are hotline numbers a little farther down.

This video is owned by Oswald Vinueza and full recording can be found here…

I posted an extended response about the experience here on my blog…

If you need help, please reach out!

Refuge Hotline in UK

Combat Stress Hotline In UK


Vets in USA with PTSD Hotline
1-800-273-8255, press 1.

USA Hotline for Domestic Abuse

What is #success to me?

What is success to me? I look at the four elements in Arianna Huffington’s definition …

1 well-being 
2 wisdom 
3 capacity to celebrate life 
4 our ability to give back

… and I think: Nice stuff if you can get it, but not exactly universal. 

I’m happy for everyone to whom this definition belongs, and it does not belong to me.

This belongs to me:  

  • know that I was given a faulty compass and misleading map early in life 
  • redraw my own map 
  • learn how to trust my inner compass
  • be aware of what is happening in me and around me, give it my own words, evaluate and choose, and own who I am and what I do. 



I am adding a sincere apology to well-meaning people who read this and feel bad
because they give “don’t think of an elephant”-type advice.

I made a conscious choice when I posted it: 
I knew it would hurt some people and I posted it anyway, 
because many of the persons who receive advice like this are already hurting badly,
and this kind of advice piles new hurt on to the old hurt.

I found this exchange on Twitter today:

I am completely useless, and so are words with no substance.

Stop listening to that voice. She only tells lies. 😉
I wish it were that simple,
that we could just “stop listening” to our hateful inner voices. 
And I wish that such advice was
“words with no substance”. I am sure this advice stems from a well-meant wish
to be helpful, and in my opinion it is harmful for two reasons:  

listening to that voice” is just as impossible as “don’t think of an elephant”. Impossible as in IT CANNOT BE DONE! A
hateful inner voice is not a problem that can be solved by an act of will.

when people believe that a hateful inner voice is a problem that can be solved
with an act of will, the message they convey is that the hateful inner voice is
not the problem, the real problem is that the owner of the voice won’t stop
listening. And this message is the opposite of helpful: It strengthens the hateful inner voice that keeps hammering home the message that “everything else is
OK, and you are useless”.

Distressed people … are supposed … 
to transform themselves into people no longer feeling distress.”

David Smail coined “magical voluntarism” in a context of therapy:

And I am borrowing it to use in
a context of advice that boils down to “DON’T THINK OF THE ELEPHANT”.
Has anyone ever, anywhere in
the world, been able to stop listening to the seriously toxic voices that are
brainwashed into some of us in childhood? Or in adulthood, for that matter?
In my experience, this kind of
advice resembles advice on how to deal with compound leg fractures – from people
who know what a twisted ankle feels like.
Or, sometimes, from people who
themselves have seriously toxic inner voices, and seem to deal with them by constantly
reminding others not to listen to toxic inner voices.   
Instead of advice against voices that hate, I have words that have substance in my life: 
You were not born knowing this about yourself.
Who taught you this?
Brainwashing you into believing hateful things about yourself is the
responsibility of the persons who did it.
Dealing with it is your responsibility.
There are probably just as many
ways of dealing as there are of cooking rice, and now I am only speaking for
myself, of how I dealt with it: By seeing the hating inner voices as defences that
I unconsciously evolved in order to survive childhood.
I don’t have time to write
more, so I am pasting in a bit that begins with a hating inner voice and being manipulated to the brink
of suicide by toxic therapy. The whole story is here:

… I planned to kill myself.
Every day. In secret. Hiding how I felt had been a survival strategy in my
childhood, and that helped me now.

But certain criteria had to be met:

It had to look like an accident. I wanted to liberate
my family and friends from me, not burden them with guilt.
And I had to make sure that I died immediately.
I couldn’t risk surviving with permanent injuries that would burden
And it shouldn’t hurt. Not much. And I did not smile
at this thought. 

don’t remember much from this time, only that the parts of me that wanted to
live became more and more concerned when I drove on the steep, winding roads
where I live. And, one evening when I was alone, I got in touch with the part
of me that wanted me dead. And I let her communicate. And promised not to stop
her, not to sensor, just let her say all she had to say.

She began to write. Grunge. Detailed, poisonous grunge about me, about how
evil, useless and stupid I was. Ugly, power-mad, fat, wrong, illogical,
manipulating, wrong, wrong, stupid, wrong, too dumb to realize that I had no
social skills and should not be allowed to interact with people, I should never
have been born, I was an affront to all right-thinking people in the world …
and as I wrote, my writing became larger, sharper, and the pencil stabbed the
paper like a knife in flesh.

And I began to recognize voices. Moods.  Shades of people, some of the words.
She wrote corroding concentrates of feedback others had given me. About me
being wrong. And if I could just stop being wrong, everything would be OK, but
as I couldn’t, the world should not be burdened with me.  

And when the part of me that wanted me dead finally
was finished, we looked at it together. And I thanked her for what she had done
for me when I needed her help to survive.

She had communicated and strengthened signals from my surroundings,
so that I could try to avoid doing what people I needed did not like. And I
explained that her help had been crucial then, but my life was different now. I
was not helpless, not in the way I had been then.

And Inner Critic heaved an enormous sigh of relief and took a vacation. 

This last sentence is both true and not … there was an immense sense of relief at no longer being needed to help me survive; and I still have to communicate with Critic once in a while, to tell her what I need her help with.