Maybe I confused anger for bitterness. I assumed that being angry somehow made me trapped in the toxic environment.
The abuser’s echo are overwhelming, and can make you despair. On days when those echos are loud, the doubt may creep back in.
I was engaged in a war at home against myself, my family, the lies, the pain. I was fearful, angry, heartbroken, insecure, stressed, always on full alert…
Many people only associate PTSD with combat soldiers, and those who have dealt with domestic violence know what it is like to fight a constant war at home
I have talked about the less than discriminating nature of abuse. It happens anywhere in different settings. Another factor that is not considered: gender.
An abuser is never only one thing to one person. They are partners, parents, co-workers, managers, ministers, preachers, neighbors or community leaders.
I once heard someone speak of the children of narcissists as Bonsai Children. We are put in a small pot, our growth is stunted, our potential seems lost.
I cannot even count the number of times people have said to me: You can’t just cut contact, they are your parents! Guess what? Yes, I can!
It is easier to accept that someone has been a target of abuse when they have bruises to show. It is not the bruises that hurt most, it is feeling unlovable
Finding out about emotional abuse is a delicate balance of terrifying euphoria. It is both feeling liberated and a staring into the abyss.