Now that I know your PTSD element it makes perfect sense in how it clashes with his putting you in...
I don't take anything you've asked as looking for blame, for either of us really. I'm not looking to blame him either... but there is clearly some sort of cycle our interactions is facilitating, so the better grasp I have, the better the chance of breaking the cycle without breaking my family apart or enabling.
This may be long, but I'm going to open up about some of my stuff.
My father served 2 tours in Vietnam as a combat engineer. He was brutal to us. When he still drank, he suffered blackouts. He was extremely violent and sometimes didn't even recognize us. It wasn't unusual for us to fear for our lives when he was abusing us or our mother. Once he sobered up for good, he did make amends, and I have forgiven him. We have even worked together for years until he retired.
Now my mother, for her it was emotional abuse. She worked as many hours as possible to keep away from him and us. If he wasn't home when she would get in, she would drag us out of bed and have whoever was watching us drive us to the bar to fetch him and his truck. Then she would cause a big dramatic scene in the bar. It never failed that he would come home and a knockdown dragout would occur.
She would tell us how useless we were and how everything was our fault, because if it weren't for us, she would have left. She even blamed us for an affair because we didnt hang out with her and she was lonely. Well, she's still with him even after we were gone, so there you go.
She was harder to forgive, because there has never been an apology. But I came to realize it hurt me to hold onto it, so I forgave her for not being a perfect mother.
Then because we got left with the neighbor a lot, their teenage son decided I was his plaything. They moved when I was about 8. I also had cousins molesting through that same time period.
Then I was raped in my high school at 14. I felt like I had easy victim here tattooed to my forehead. That's when I started doing everything I could to be ugly. I picked at my skin until I bled, and purposely gained weight. I figured if I was ugly, they'd leave me alone.
I started getting counseling at 19 after I bought my first house and was out in my own. You see, I worked my butt off to do everything I could to "get out". I got straight A's in school, full ride to a private college (that I ended up giving away) and I started working in my union construction job at 18. I worked an immense amount of hours.
That was how I coped..I'm a fighter. I have worked hard over the years on the trauma I've endured. Of course, I still have a long way to go.
I am very good at numbing and dissociating. I can be hypervigilent at times. I have an occasional anxiety attack, but it's pretty rare. I have learned to live with high anxiety. I also cannot remember a time I didn't have insomnia or nightmares.
It's odd, becasuse I struggle with shame over so many things, but I have pretty good self esteem in other ways. I have a tendency to wear my heart on my sleeve. Most people like me, and say I am pretty easy to get along with.
A lot of my "peace" came after my illness. I have IH, and have had 2 lp shunts and 1 VP shunt. After the VP was placed, I got sepsis. I did have a near death experience. Since then, I meditate, and have found a lot of of peace.
I'm going too start a different reply to discuss some of the other questions because of the length. Sorry for the length, but I want you to have as clear a picture as possible.