So, Angel (my wife) was just talking on her trauma-diary about a bad event that we were both involved in. I'm going to copy it here, and then try to diagnose where I went wrong. Hopefully if I do, it will help another supporter... Or at least help me remember what not to do...
Bear
So, there's this gate with a hooked bungie for closure. It's been catching our clothes and tearing them. Angel askes me to work on the knot tieing it to make it safer. I'm supposed to be some kind of mechanical super genius and besides I'm an eagle scout. I mess with it and get annoyed with it and do some foolish hings with it and go to her to fuss about the children pulling it to tight and it will just go back to how it was.
So, what has just happened that I don't see:
Angel thinks that I don't want to mess with it and that I haven't really tried. When she looks at it, she sees no difference. The reality is that there was not much difference to see and certainly no reason to think that anything was improved. In reality, nothing was improved.
Also, I came in very aggressive and somewhat upset. Who knows what I really said, but with my posture, all she could hear was an attack. I even suppose that I was making a verbal attack on the kids.
This is all before the quoted event above...
So, we get back from this trip. Sure as shooting, the gate tries to rip the clothes right off of my daughter! Angel sets about to stop the madness... She does a beautiful job of making the knot work as it should. I pass by and calls me on not having done the job and "see how easy it was for her." This is not intended as a jab at her. And it all comes roaring down on me how things have gone badly and built up into a real bad one. Magic, I can now make the situation better...
Well, NO! I'd have to actually stopped to think through it fully!
To understand the next part, you have to also know some complicating material. Angel has a tested IQ in something like the 180's. Don't quote me on that. perhaps its enough to say its high... My tested IQ is in the 120's. Kind of dumpy average. I do however have a nice bit of wisdom, when I bother to use it...
Bear
I didn't mention that I kind of picked a fight with my husband over something stupid the night we came back.
There were misunderstandings and we were both tired and stressed, but that's not the point. What I want to say is that during the argument he leaned over the dog gate and said something challenging to me in a tension-filled voice. I came completely unglued.
I feel like every time I try to talk about my father's verbal abuse on here that I sound really stupid. Like I'm whining about nothing. But for a few minutes, Bear pushed me right back into it and I remembered how horrible it was. He would pin me in a chair or a corner, or even hold my face. He would tower over me, intimidating with his bulk, his strength, his authority. He would demand that I look at him. I had to look him in the eye while he verbally eviscerated me.
If I tried to protest, or object, or explain he would roar over my words, "I'm talking right now. It's my turn to talk." or "If you would just shut up and listen to me for a minute..." I can't convey in print. It sounds stupid again.
He would get up in my face, force me into immobility, and explain to me in detail and at length how stupid, how foolish, how useless, how stubborn and mean and viciously uncooperative I was. How I forced him to do stuff to me he didn't want to do because of my idiocy. He accused me of emotionally manipulating my entire family, being entirely self-absorbed, and deliberately, DELIBERATELY ruining their lives/evening/party/vacation.
He would pepper me with loaded questions. Any way I answered them I would look guilty. If I tried to explain in my own words, he would shake his head like I was being uselessly stupid and say, "Just answer the question, Angel." "But..." I would sputter. "No, just answer the question." Chewing away at my brain, at my body.... my whole body flooding with stress hormones.... escape, escape, escape.... but there was no escape until he wound down. Until he was satisfied. I would cry and cry and cry while he chewed on, logically demonstrating that everything I had done was specifically designed to torment and enrage him and my mom.
Sometimes he would play a game where, after he had done this for an hour or so, he would force me to choose a punishment for myself. But I had to guess the right punishment, the one he had chosen for me. He made me ask him to spank me. He would give me words to repeat to confess to my crimes. Then, the entire time he had me helpless and naked over his lap and was whipping me, he would measure out the pain interspersed with more lectures, more words about how worthless I was. Or he would make me count. Make it slow... drawn out... so if my control broke and I struggled against him or cried and made sounds he could increase the punishment.
Finally, when it was all over and I was a quivering, weeping pile of jello, he would lock me in my room. Banished. Alone. Trying to scrape some comfort together. I would pull my clothes back on and hide in piles of stuffed animals, under blankets, in my closet.
Fortunately, back in real life, I think Bear realized what had happened and managed to get my attention and explain what he was trying to say and apologize and make it ok. I apologized, too. And I got hugs. And love. And it was ok. But it was just so awful to feel those feelings again... that utter helplessness and pain.
I am trying to show love to my father as he is dying... but sometimes I wonder why.
So, there's this gate with a hooked bungie for closure. It's been catching our clothes and tearing them. Angel askes me to work on the knot tieing it to make it safer. I'm supposed to be some kind of mechanical super genius and besides I'm an eagle scout. I mess with it and get annoyed with it and do some foolish hings with it and go to her to fuss about the children pulling it to tight and it will just go back to how it was.
So, what has just happened that I don't see:
Angel thinks that I don't want to mess with it and that I haven't really tried. When she looks at it, she sees no difference. The reality is that there was not much difference to see and certainly no reason to think that anything was improved. In reality, nothing was improved.
Also, I came in very aggressive and somewhat upset. Who knows what I really said, but with my posture, all she could hear was an attack. I even suppose that I was making a verbal attack on the kids.
This is all before the quoted event above...
So, we get back from this trip. Sure as shooting, the gate tries to rip the clothes right off of my daughter! Angel sets about to stop the madness... She does a beautiful job of making the knot work as it should. I pass by and calls me on not having done the job and "see how easy it was for her." This is not intended as a jab at her. And it all comes roaring down on me how things have gone badly and built up into a real bad one. Magic, I can now make the situation better...
Well, NO! I'd have to actually stopped to think through it fully!
To understand the next part, you have to also know some complicating material. Angel has a tested IQ in something like the 180's. Don't quote me on that. perhaps its enough to say its high... My tested IQ is in the 120's. Kind of dumpy average. I do however have a nice bit of wisdom, when I bother to use it...