It's difficult to talk about this. I was in an abusive relationship for nine years with one of my family members. It took me a long time to get away. Just because he would ask me to come see him and somehow I was compelled to do it. I don't know why. My feelings just shut off and I would do whatever he asked. I am known for being a strong-willed, independent person in my regular life.
I had told a therapist or two about it and they just jotted the information down, told me it was a bad idea. The way I finally got out of it was by telling my best friend. She was horrified, very sad, disgusted. She cried. She loved me and I loved her- like sisters, you know? Like you are with a best friend. Seeing her very honest reaction about what was happening to me made me see what I could not feel for myself. That's how I would feel if it had been happening to her. I would kill someone who did that to her. I felt nothing as it was happening to me. After telling her I did go back one time, after he asked me, but her reaction to that helped me find the strength to get away for good.
I could not do that to her. I could not let myself be hurt because it hurt her.