TW: Emotional / Verbal abuse and SA; TW - talk of suicide in past
While I find myself feeling anger lately towards people who I feel have treated me badly, something I thought I just didn't feel until it began to surface in intense and difficult to handle ways, I still have a hard time accepting that the things that have happened to me throughout my life are abuse, or would be traumatizing - I feel as though I am making excuses for myself to be lazy, to behave badly, to interact ineffectively with others. I know objectively this is not true. I know that I am not making excuses, that I am working very hard on myself and my emotions and social skills - DBT has been a miracle and I do try.
I know that I don't have to have more memories of what my dad did for it to "count" and that I remember it happening twice and that is enough it doesn't have to be worse. I know that all the yelling, yelling at me while I cried myself into asthma attacks, the guilt tripping, the abandonment, and my mom threatening to kill herself because I made her angry despite my dad having actually done it, was enough. The isolation and lack of social interaction throughout high school. The friend when I was 18 who told me I just didn't try to be happy, argued with his parents in front of me, yelled at me often in the car, yelled at me at work along with the managers who yelled at and degraded me, and continued yelling at me at work after I tried to cut off contact when he didn't seem to understand what "I don't really want to do this anymore" meant and had sex with me anyway was enough.
Then there was the ex who made me solely responsible for his care and mental well being, his suicide attempts, sometimes finding out the next day that he'd taken all his meds, never knowing what I'd come home from work to, and not being able to end the relationship until he finally decided to after I tried and failed multiple times because I was afraid of what would happen to him. I still don't consider that abuse, just toxic dependency, but I never realized until recently that it may have effected me, too.
Sometimes I feel like I'm making it all up, that everything that happened was my fault because I should and could have done something to stop it or said something to someone. I didn't realize what was happening to me at the time, sometimes I think that because it took until later for me to realize it was bad or for me to be angry that I warped it in my head. Then I realize that if I think of another person in any one of the situations I've been in I would be far more sympathetic. Sometimes I need to remind myself that the things that have happened to me are real and the ways they effect me are too!
While I find myself feeling anger lately towards people who I feel have treated me badly, something I thought I just didn't feel until it began to surface in intense and difficult to handle ways, I still have a hard time accepting that the things that have happened to me throughout my life are abuse, or would be traumatizing - I feel as though I am making excuses for myself to be lazy, to behave badly, to interact ineffectively with others. I know objectively this is not true. I know that I am not making excuses, that I am working very hard on myself and my emotions and social skills - DBT has been a miracle and I do try.
I know that I don't have to have more memories of what my dad did for it to "count" and that I remember it happening twice and that is enough it doesn't have to be worse. I know that all the yelling, yelling at me while I cried myself into asthma attacks, the guilt tripping, the abandonment, and my mom threatening to kill herself because I made her angry despite my dad having actually done it, was enough. The isolation and lack of social interaction throughout high school. The friend when I was 18 who told me I just didn't try to be happy, argued with his parents in front of me, yelled at me often in the car, yelled at me at work along with the managers who yelled at and degraded me, and continued yelling at me at work after I tried to cut off contact when he didn't seem to understand what "I don't really want to do this anymore" meant and had sex with me anyway was enough.
Then there was the ex who made me solely responsible for his care and mental well being, his suicide attempts, sometimes finding out the next day that he'd taken all his meds, never knowing what I'd come home from work to, and not being able to end the relationship until he finally decided to after I tried and failed multiple times because I was afraid of what would happen to him. I still don't consider that abuse, just toxic dependency, but I never realized until recently that it may have effected me, too.
Sometimes I feel like I'm making it all up, that everything that happened was my fault because I should and could have done something to stop it or said something to someone. I didn't realize what was happening to me at the time, sometimes I think that because it took until later for me to realize it was bad or for me to be angry that I warped it in my head. Then I realize that if I think of another person in any one of the situations I've been in I would be far more sympathetic. Sometimes I need to remind myself that the things that have happened to me are real and the ways they effect me are too!