This post is part of the Speak Out campaign, aiming to raise awareness of, and encourage women to speak out against, domestic violence/abuse.
For this post, I wanted to write about my psychological abuse. I wanted to tell you what I experienced, specifically, so that you could recognise it in your lives, if it happened.
It is easy enough to find examples of emotional abuse by asking Professor Google. (In fact, I found an excellent discussion paper on the subject and have reproduced a section of it here. I really would encourage you to read it.)
Yet, as I tried to describe what happened to me, I found myself going round and round in circles. I would scribble down a sentence, cross it out, then start again. My handwriting became more and more illegible – chicken scratchings in the dust. This really was a reflection of what the abuse felt like. A slow spiral into insanity.
It is really hard for me to pinpoint the actual behaviours that constituted the abuse. There were so many little things that in and of themselves, seemed to mean nothing. Yet, put them all together, over a period of eighteen years, and you can see a continuous effort to undermine my sense of self, my judgement, my dreams and my values.
When we became parents, this became more pronounced and my sense of unease grew steadily. It wasn’t so much what he did, but what he didn’t do, what he withheld. There was less and less emotional support, communication and honesty. It no longer felt like a partnership. He would pretend to listen, he would say what needed to be said and then he’d proceed to do whatever the hell he wanted.
And then there was the way he talked to me and talked about me to others that created a perception that I was mentally unstable and needed to be supported by him and couldn’t possibly get by without him.
When the lies began surfacing, I seriously doubted my sanity. And they kept coming and kept being uncovered. This lasted around 18 months. It was an agonising time of not knowing what was real and what wasn’t.
Why? Because nothing made sense. Things seemed to be one thing, but were another. The web of lies went back for God knows how many years. What I thought was my reality, turned out to be nothing but a carefully manufactured facade.
I found it telling that, shortly after we separated, three totally unrelated people mentioned the words “emotional abuse” to me within the space of about two weeks. My GP, my social worker and my meditation teacher. It was almost as if I carried an aura of it around me.
I denied it. If anything, I felt I was the one doing all the things on the lists given to me. It took those 18 months for me to see the truth. My truth.
My truth was that the man I married wasn’t who I thought he was. He had built up a persona, using my vulnerabilities, my hidden damage to give me what I wanted. So that I saw what I wanted to see and what he wanted me to see.
You might think – “Surely, no-one is that clever!”
I don’t know if it’s a matter of cleverness. We all have an ability to “read” others. If we know them well enough, we know what pushes their buttons, we know what they yearn for.
What distinguishes people like my ex is the ruthlessness and the lack of empathy and consideration of others’ feelings, that enables them to use such knowledge for their own benefit. They will do and say anything to “look good”. They will slime their way out of any situation, having you believe that you are completely at fault and a bitch for not believing their story.
After a while, you truly start to doubt your sanity and just believe everything they say, despite evidence to the contrary, because it’s easier that way.
These people are very difficult to spot and diagnose. They can fool psychiatrists and other health professionals. Only a specifically trained forensic psychologist or psychiatrist can diagnose their condition.
Similarly, it is difficult to diagnose such abuse in the victim. After all, I’ve been in therapy since about 1999. All that time I was with my ex. All that time, he slowly wove his web around me. All that time, I did not really like to talk about our relationship.
Why? I now think that deep down I knew it wasn’t right. I was ashamed of it. I was ashamed of putting up with what I put up with. I was ashamed of my own behaviour and the humiliation I experienced. Until, finally, one doctor, treating me for depression and anxiety, began to see that there was something more I wasn’t telling her.
Here are some signs of emotional abuse as described by Melanie Tonia Evans:
- Agitation – fear, grief, nervous anxiety, ‘walking on broken glass’, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, paranoia, dread and anger.
- Appetite – loss or increase of.
- Loss of creativity and joy – Depression, no interest in personal goals, loss of enthusiasm, loss of zest for life, possible loss of will to live.
- Inhibited self expression – loss of interest in appearance, not comfortable in public, wishing members of the opposite sex didn’t exist, fear of what you say and do around people, agoraphobia, social disinterest, fear of body image, decreased libido.
- Self-destructive behaviour – abuse of alcohol or drugs, promiscuity, feeling ‘addicted’ to abusive partner, suicidal thoughts or attempts.
- Isolation – rarely see family or friends, mostly stay home, not allowed to go out on own, panicking if held back at work or running late for home.
- Decreased coping skills – loss of decision-making ability, feel despair, rage or panic, being overwhelmed, bursting into tears, feeling numb.
- Physical problems – adrenaline rushes, lowered immune systems, continual body aches, exhaustion, hyper-vigilance, hormone imbalances, migraines, backache, having accidents etc.
- Sleeping patterns – insomnia or over-sleeping.
- Focus on abusive partner – obsessing over what he’s thinking, feeling and doing, and formulating how you can employ tactics to reduce the abuse.
- Confusion – no longer knowing what to believe, doubting the reality of your life and environment.
- Loss of faith in self – letting yourself down by continually forgiving and allowing abusive behaviour, losing boundary function, false hope, other people losing faith in you, inability to provide yourself with safety and stability.
- Irrational behaviour – trying to control the uncontrollable, hysteria, feeling and acting manically, ‘losing your mind.’
Regular readers and those of you who interact with me on social media will notice that I still experience most, if not all, of these symptoms. Neither I, nor my psychologist, know how long they will last. There is a lot of damage to heal. Apparently there is no time limit on grief, on pain, on healing….
As long as I keep moving forward, no matter how slowly, maybe one day I will feel well again.
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Sending wishes for your total recovery.
Wow, thanks for writing this. I lived through such a similar situation with an ex a while ago. For so long I thought it just my fucked up relationship. In reading other people's accounts of emotional abuse it is amazing how much it fits, how every account, though slightly different, is essentially the same story.
Thanks Dorothy, you wirte so beautifully. I wish you the best of luck in your jounrey ahead
Sending you love and light
from a fellow traveller. x
Psychological abuse is so hard to identify, especially while you live it. I am still figure out whether what I went through as a child, what my father still lives with, is emotional abuse. Living with an addict who refuses to deal with the issues from their childhood, but hides in the bottle instead, then pushes the guilt on to any family member who dares speak out about what they are living. Is it some sort of abuse, or is it simply the effects of living with the illness of addiction?
Thank you for writing this Dorothy, you've given me a lot to think about.
I have seen so many friends go through similar, and it is a far harder demon to reveal as it is hidden so well.
Thank God people like you have the courage to speak out.
It's hard because you think exactly this – no bruise, it's not abuse then. It's not physical, it's not sexual. Sticks and stones and all that.
Bullshit. Names bloody well do hurt. You take the hurtful things said deep inside and they stick like thorns. Then you think you're ok, until you move in just the wrong way and the thorns dig in again.
So clearly written. I hope this helps others. Well done. xx
Geez Dorothy, when I read this I just see myself. I know you've said the same thing to me. The parallels in our experiences…they are eery. Reading this…I started to feel sick. From the recognition, I think, the similarity.
I'm so glad our paths crossed. I know there may not be a lot of people out there who get it, but know that I do and I am here for you all the way. Sending you love from across the pond. x
I think the emotional and psychological abuse is worse than the physical. You can heal from the physical, but the internal wounds will burn forever.
My father abused me in this way, for 17 years. I a in therapy, but I don't know how you ever get mentally away from that cage that they put you in. >.< The sense of self they cut away from you, how do you ever get that back, especially when it happens from a parent?!
Thank you for sharing your story and speaking out. Love and hugs. Here from the Speak Out link.
Thanks for sharing and, yes, no matter what people say afterwards we are left feeling guilty for not taking action or being tougher or not taking a stand, which we need to remind ourselves is a left-over control of the freaks who have to crush others.
xxx
Exactly. When I was in that life, towards the end, I was wishing that he actually would hit me and THEN I would leave. It would be something concrete that I could pin on him. Or if he had an affair. As it was, I thought the emotional abuse was just the way it was supposed to be as that how Mum and Dad were.
Wow. Once again you've articulated so much I've what I've been through myself. I think I've experienced every one of those experiences and I still behave like that sometimes and it bothers me so much. It takes so long to heal … I get bothered and just want it to hurry up. I guess I have to be patient and just be grateful I've come this far. We both have. xo
Thank you for frankly addressing an often-overlooked subject! I'm sure your honesty will be appreciated by many in similar predicaments.
Dorothy, I admire how comfortably you seem to speak about this issue, I only wrote my post yesterday and it would have to be one of the hardest things I've ever done. Emotional abuse is so much harder to recognise, because often you don't realise what's going on. I really hope that some people that are in this situation read your post and recognise themselves. Even if they don't do anything about it immediately, just knowing what is happening can make a world of difference.
You really are such a wonderfully honest writer Dorothy and I don't doubt that your courage in speaking out is what will help other women in the future.
Cheers, Alli x
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every one of those symptoms i have or have had…thank you Dorothy.
How are you today?
I can see a lot was written and commented during 2011.
I’m very well, thanks. Have never felt stronger and more in charge of my life.