I'm starting to realize I don't trust myself at all when it comes to how I view the past. I don't trust my choices. I don't trust my memories. I don't trust my opinions. Nothing. Someone asked me if I was maybe gaslighted growing up so I cant see it. Made me think!
Over the years when ever confronted by us ( me and my siblings) about how dysfunctional life was and things that happened, my mother especially, would say " OH, you had it good. You don't know what a bad life is. You have nothing to complain about. Or " I gave up everything for you. You were lucky. " and so on. It was minimizing it so that you questioned your own reality.
Often God was used to justify their contol over us. And they would tell us what God did or didn't want. They would tell us that made God happy and what didn't. " God gives us special ability to know better then you what you should do. " " God isn't pleased, you need to listen to us". The crazy thing is, even as a child I thought if they were close to God..it wasn't doing them much good because they acted horrible. But nope. They were closer to God then me. Didn't trust myself.
It was always meant to make us dependent and questioning our ability to know anything. To never think for ourselves. My mom still says she knows better about things because she is older. She has improved some from finally getting counseling but when around her for more then a few hours...it starts creeping back in. She will make you feel guilty for the good in your life, as if someone we owe her the good or betray her by having it.
And my father was more about never telling anyone anything that happened at home. Threatening us not too.
And another big one. They taught us to distrust anyone outside of the family because they are not the parents and they are just " worldly minded" people. So you didn't talk because you questioned your own discernemnt...and because people outside of the home were not trustworthy. They were worldly and would leave you astray. Plus, God would be angry if you talk about your parents.
I guess this doesn't seem like typical gaslighting. But it does feel similar and causes similar results in me. Always questioning myself and if I remembered right or if it was really that bad...or if I'm over reacting. Maybe it's something different and maybe it doesn't matter if it was..but sometimes having a term for something helps to recognize it. I still mistrust myself for even thinking about any of this. Like I'm going into dangerous territory. Like questioning them will bring me to eternal ruin or something...it's all so messed up.
Over the years when ever confronted by us ( me and my siblings) about how dysfunctional life was and things that happened, my mother especially, would say " OH, you had it good. You don't know what a bad life is. You have nothing to complain about. Or " I gave up everything for you. You were lucky. " and so on. It was minimizing it so that you questioned your own reality.
Often God was used to justify their contol over us. And they would tell us what God did or didn't want. They would tell us that made God happy and what didn't. " God gives us special ability to know better then you what you should do. " " God isn't pleased, you need to listen to us". The crazy thing is, even as a child I thought if they were close to God..it wasn't doing them much good because they acted horrible. But nope. They were closer to God then me. Didn't trust myself.
It was always meant to make us dependent and questioning our ability to know anything. To never think for ourselves. My mom still says she knows better about things because she is older. She has improved some from finally getting counseling but when around her for more then a few hours...it starts creeping back in. She will make you feel guilty for the good in your life, as if someone we owe her the good or betray her by having it.
And my father was more about never telling anyone anything that happened at home. Threatening us not too.
And another big one. They taught us to distrust anyone outside of the family because they are not the parents and they are just " worldly minded" people. So you didn't talk because you questioned your own discernemnt...and because people outside of the home were not trustworthy. They were worldly and would leave you astray. Plus, God would be angry if you talk about your parents.
I guess this doesn't seem like typical gaslighting. But it does feel similar and causes similar results in me. Always questioning myself and if I remembered right or if it was really that bad...or if I'm over reacting. Maybe it's something different and maybe it doesn't matter if it was..but sometimes having a term for something helps to recognize it. I still mistrust myself for even thinking about any of this. Like I'm going into dangerous territory. Like questioning them will bring me to eternal ruin or something...it's all so messed up.