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Gloria
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I need to share this. I got three teeth pulled. The reason I got my teeth pulled because I had an "incident" with my oldest son who has PTSD and is a disabled Army veteran. I just walked up to him and reminded him of an agreement we had. Without any warning, he picked me up (with one hand mind you) and threw me down and then picked me up (with one hand) and threw me again. My upper teeth hit my lip and cut it badly but my jaw hit together so hard that my teeth were cracked and broken and it was like a bad dream and for a week, I kept spitting out teeth. So I went to a dentist because I had 7 broken teeth and he said crowns and each crown would cost $2,000 so I said pull them. Now I cannot chew on either side because I have no molars. I still look fine because my front teeth hit my lip (Thank God for an over-bite).
Anyway on the day that it happened, immediately after my son had this miraculous recovery and surge of strength (He couldn't lift the garbage bag - 20 lbs. but managed to pick up his mom of 120 lbs. and throw her with one hand). Well, it was a PTSD reaction and I knew it. He had just woken up and immediately after he did it, he fell to the ground sobbing and saying he was sorry. My son is not violent. We called an ambulance. Now this really pisses me off. After this incident, he has become completely crippled and is in a wheel chair so I'm taking care of him when I need to be very careful about not breaking the scab in my mouth because I would have exposed bone.
So, this is what I think is going on. Okay, I am really coming to understand abandonment issues. Why do people still stay in contact with their abusive partners and parents and unable to leave them. Well, I'm coming to understand the tremendous primal need that we have that we must belong to our family or we will die. It is inherant in all of us and has been genetically passed down since the caveman. One child or person alone would not survive and we will do anything to have that feeling of fitting in. I have seen this also in gang members and people who belong to cults. These people identify with their "group" and without this family or group, they cannot survive. That's why people don't leave their abusive spouses, parents, etc.
Well, there is also something that I know from my psychological training. Children (especially boys) who are sexually abused by another male often grow up to be abusers themselves? Why? Biologically we are programmed to identify with the stronger or dominant personalities. If we identify and and modeled our behavior after the weaker specimins, we would not survive - another socio-biological mechanism gone wrong.
The long and short of it is that my sons NEVER acted out in any way when their abusive father took them for visitation. They ate things they wouldn't eat for me, never complained, never talked back, never spoke up or complained. I didn't understand it at the time but I had my sons in therapy and the therapist explained that they were desperate to gain their father's approval since he basicly rejected them and abandoned them by not visiting, forgetting their birthdays, etc. So my sons were so afraid of rejection from their father that they did not express themselves at all. With me??? Complain, whine, talk back and tell me how they really felt. Why? Because they were safe with me. My sons knew that nothing that they ever did could ever make me stop loving them.
So yesterday when I wrote the letter to the ex, I made a list (31 items to be exact) of all the crappy things he did to make my life miserable. My deceased husband and I used to dread when my sons would come home after a few hours with their dad because we would have to listen to how stupid we were and what terrible parents we were and how their dad was great and how we were screwing them up. My husband was such a sweet and gentle man but he was so angry when they would come home and he really hated my ex. But we were good parents and we couldn't engage in this activity because it would put our sons in the middle so we were very gentle and understanding.
My ex was such a p***k! He had medical coverage for my son who had asthma. I had to pay the emergency room bill every time (and my son was in three times a week) but my ex would not give me a medical card for my son so he would file the insurance claim. Then he never gave me the money back so he was making money on my son's illness. That SOB! That's just one example.
Now my sons are adults and they don't believe me that they were brainwashed by their father growing up to think that I am the weak one, the liar, the bad parent. No, they act like their father and roll their eyes and act very rude to me. UNTIL, I talk to them and rationalize with them.
You know what the sad part is? I already saw one of my sons sneering and talking very snotty and abusive to a girl that loved him but broke up with him because he would get into his "moods". I try to explain to my son that he needs to get some counseling. Now, he's a saint 90% of the time but when I do anything stupid, he will tear me to pieces verbally. I remember that I read all these books (because I was told that I had to learn how to be a parent because my parents just kept me in a basement and didn't parent me) so I read books on how to build self esteem in your child. Every year, I took the class offered by the school on effective parenting. Anyone who knows me, knows that if someone screams at me or insults me, I do the Seven Habits of Covey thing. I seek first to understand and then be understood. I will stand there and instead of reacting, I listen and ask questions and make that person understand that I understand what they are saying and ask what we could do to change the situation. Well, this is how I raised my sons and I sacrificed and it's just another "It's just not fair" in life thing. I was the good parent and now my sons get abusive to me.
I'm seeing my therapist on Tuesday to discuss this but in the meantime, my sons are calm and respectful again but only because I have such great interpersonal skills and training. I'm getting tired of it. I get discouraged. I feel unloved. I want to die sometimes when they tell me what a terrible mother I was and how I ruined their lives.
Anyway on the day that it happened, immediately after my son had this miraculous recovery and surge of strength (He couldn't lift the garbage bag - 20 lbs. but managed to pick up his mom of 120 lbs. and throw her with one hand). Well, it was a PTSD reaction and I knew it. He had just woken up and immediately after he did it, he fell to the ground sobbing and saying he was sorry. My son is not violent. We called an ambulance. Now this really pisses me off. After this incident, he has become completely crippled and is in a wheel chair so I'm taking care of him when I need to be very careful about not breaking the scab in my mouth because I would have exposed bone.
So, this is what I think is going on. Okay, I am really coming to understand abandonment issues. Why do people still stay in contact with their abusive partners and parents and unable to leave them. Well, I'm coming to understand the tremendous primal need that we have that we must belong to our family or we will die. It is inherant in all of us and has been genetically passed down since the caveman. One child or person alone would not survive and we will do anything to have that feeling of fitting in. I have seen this also in gang members and people who belong to cults. These people identify with their "group" and without this family or group, they cannot survive. That's why people don't leave their abusive spouses, parents, etc.
Well, there is also something that I know from my psychological training. Children (especially boys) who are sexually abused by another male often grow up to be abusers themselves? Why? Biologically we are programmed to identify with the stronger or dominant personalities. If we identify and and modeled our behavior after the weaker specimins, we would not survive - another socio-biological mechanism gone wrong.
The long and short of it is that my sons NEVER acted out in any way when their abusive father took them for visitation. They ate things they wouldn't eat for me, never complained, never talked back, never spoke up or complained. I didn't understand it at the time but I had my sons in therapy and the therapist explained that they were desperate to gain their father's approval since he basicly rejected them and abandoned them by not visiting, forgetting their birthdays, etc. So my sons were so afraid of rejection from their father that they did not express themselves at all. With me??? Complain, whine, talk back and tell me how they really felt. Why? Because they were safe with me. My sons knew that nothing that they ever did could ever make me stop loving them.
So yesterday when I wrote the letter to the ex, I made a list (31 items to be exact) of all the crappy things he did to make my life miserable. My deceased husband and I used to dread when my sons would come home after a few hours with their dad because we would have to listen to how stupid we were and what terrible parents we were and how their dad was great and how we were screwing them up. My husband was such a sweet and gentle man but he was so angry when they would come home and he really hated my ex. But we were good parents and we couldn't engage in this activity because it would put our sons in the middle so we were very gentle and understanding.
My ex was such a p***k! He had medical coverage for my son who had asthma. I had to pay the emergency room bill every time (and my son was in three times a week) but my ex would not give me a medical card for my son so he would file the insurance claim. Then he never gave me the money back so he was making money on my son's illness. That SOB! That's just one example.
Now my sons are adults and they don't believe me that they were brainwashed by their father growing up to think that I am the weak one, the liar, the bad parent. No, they act like their father and roll their eyes and act very rude to me. UNTIL, I talk to them and rationalize with them.
You know what the sad part is? I already saw one of my sons sneering and talking very snotty and abusive to a girl that loved him but broke up with him because he would get into his "moods". I try to explain to my son that he needs to get some counseling. Now, he's a saint 90% of the time but when I do anything stupid, he will tear me to pieces verbally. I remember that I read all these books (because I was told that I had to learn how to be a parent because my parents just kept me in a basement and didn't parent me) so I read books on how to build self esteem in your child. Every year, I took the class offered by the school on effective parenting. Anyone who knows me, knows that if someone screams at me or insults me, I do the Seven Habits of Covey thing. I seek first to understand and then be understood. I will stand there and instead of reacting, I listen and ask questions and make that person understand that I understand what they are saying and ask what we could do to change the situation. Well, this is how I raised my sons and I sacrificed and it's just another "It's just not fair" in life thing. I was the good parent and now my sons get abusive to me.
I'm seeing my therapist on Tuesday to discuss this but in the meantime, my sons are calm and respectful again but only because I have such great interpersonal skills and training. I'm getting tired of it. I get discouraged. I feel unloved. I want to die sometimes when they tell me what a terrible mother I was and how I ruined their lives.