I'm starting to feel a profound sense of sadness, and sense that it is sinking in to my brother, the one who doesn't hate me for cutting him out of my life, that he may not see me again. I can feel this upsets him, though I am not sure if that is because he no longer has someone he can toy with and try and drive crazy anymore?
He once tried to scare me by telling me, the day my mother announced that she was leaving my father and had him fly us all down from our respective cities to break the news, even though I knew it was coming years before...that he was never going to speak to me again. At the time, I had no idea why he felt so strongly, and I could see the contempt in his face when he said it to me.
Instinctively I turned and said nonchalantly that he'd be doing me a favour if he did that, and carried on as though it was nothing. I now know that it was because mum or dad had told him about the day I flipped out when I'd stopped taking my meds, and tried to kick mum when she drank the bottle of wine my boyfriend had bought me, and replaced it with a different kind of wine alltogether, which triggered me into a rage like I'd never known before. I went wild.
They told my brothers, to turn them against me, so they'd think less of me. Why else bring them into it? I'd apologized to mum the same day, and meant it...but they still felt the need to share that incident with my brothers, not even getting that I was deeply distressed from having just been raped.
My brother has spent the last 15 years trying to convince me that I am some terrible weirdo, and that there is something so wrong with me. He's a master at gaslighting, as is my father. I think my father trained both him and my other brother, and subtly encouraged them both to mock and ridicule me in front of their friends.
I'm also starting to read and learn more about Narcissism, and how the children of Narcissists usually end up taking on aspects of the Narcissist, which is totally how my brothers are now. It's confusing because they aren't ALWAYS like that, but when they are, they fit the profile like a glove. It's also hard because I think most people are like that at times...maybe I'm like that as well, though I do my best to be as conscious as possible and not inflict gaslighting on others, or any of the other nasties that are so prevalent to narcissists?
I worked out early on that I'd done nothing wrong...he just loved the pleasure of watching me try and work out what I had done to deserve his rejection and tone of utter disgust and judgement in me. He's sadistic that way. Once I'd worked it out I never again took anything he said to me as something I'd done...and always knew it was him and his twisted mind games. I stopped buying into it, which is the only way one can protect oneself from these sorts of personalities.
So now the tables have turned, and it's been about a year since I spoke to him. Didn't call him on his birthday and have gotten a new phone number and haven't given it to him, and have blocked both my father and other brother from calling, deleted all other relatives from social media, and only interact with my mother, since she seemed to display genuine remorse and spoke of wanting to change...which I will believe when I see it.
I feel really sad right now, for having lost him though. He's turned into someone I don't want to be around. We were always the two out of the family who had a special bond, and were the creative ones, and I loved him so much. I don't know how I feel about him now? He's like a stranger to me...they all are.
I guess I am reaching out to see if anyone here is having the same internal conflict between missing members of your family, and feeling sad and profoundly distressed at not having any contact with them, but at the same time, glad you have no contact with them? I still struggle with it, because it feels so wrong, even though I know I did the right thing for me.
I have pushed them all away, but I am not sure if it is purely PTSD or just self-preservation? I feel like it is more the latter, but I'm also aware that I have a growing tendency to do this, and have started to recognize the ways I create a 'push-pull' dynamic in relationships...where I will invite a man to come over, and enjoy a bit of intimacy, and then almost as soon as he gets here, I will want him to leave and grimace at his attempts to hug or kiss me, even though I crave affection at the same time.
It happened with a lovely man I met recently. He came over one night a couple of weeks into having moved into my new bungalow, and in retrospect it was too early for me to have anyone in my space, as I just wanted it all to myself, but the idea of having a cuddle and maybe sex was appealing. He hadn't been here very long when I realized I wanted him to leave, and he picked up on that and in the middle of the night, got up out of bed and left.
I didn't mean to give off unfriendly vibes to him, and the crazy thing is, as soon as he left the bed, I felt the absence of his warmth and loving energy, and immediately wanted him back there. Nuts!:confused:
It took about 15 minutes of lying there, miserable, cold and alone again, before I adapted to having my space and bed back to myself...and was happy again. I guess that is normal after having been single for so long, and used to having my bed to myself...but I do wonder if it's going to be like this for the rest of my life?
Does anyone get this?
He once tried to scare me by telling me, the day my mother announced that she was leaving my father and had him fly us all down from our respective cities to break the news, even though I knew it was coming years before...that he was never going to speak to me again. At the time, I had no idea why he felt so strongly, and I could see the contempt in his face when he said it to me.
Instinctively I turned and said nonchalantly that he'd be doing me a favour if he did that, and carried on as though it was nothing. I now know that it was because mum or dad had told him about the day I flipped out when I'd stopped taking my meds, and tried to kick mum when she drank the bottle of wine my boyfriend had bought me, and replaced it with a different kind of wine alltogether, which triggered me into a rage like I'd never known before. I went wild.
They told my brothers, to turn them against me, so they'd think less of me. Why else bring them into it? I'd apologized to mum the same day, and meant it...but they still felt the need to share that incident with my brothers, not even getting that I was deeply distressed from having just been raped.
My brother has spent the last 15 years trying to convince me that I am some terrible weirdo, and that there is something so wrong with me. He's a master at gaslighting, as is my father. I think my father trained both him and my other brother, and subtly encouraged them both to mock and ridicule me in front of their friends.
I'm also starting to read and learn more about Narcissism, and how the children of Narcissists usually end up taking on aspects of the Narcissist, which is totally how my brothers are now. It's confusing because they aren't ALWAYS like that, but when they are, they fit the profile like a glove. It's also hard because I think most people are like that at times...maybe I'm like that as well, though I do my best to be as conscious as possible and not inflict gaslighting on others, or any of the other nasties that are so prevalent to narcissists?
I worked out early on that I'd done nothing wrong...he just loved the pleasure of watching me try and work out what I had done to deserve his rejection and tone of utter disgust and judgement in me. He's sadistic that way. Once I'd worked it out I never again took anything he said to me as something I'd done...and always knew it was him and his twisted mind games. I stopped buying into it, which is the only way one can protect oneself from these sorts of personalities.
So now the tables have turned, and it's been about a year since I spoke to him. Didn't call him on his birthday and have gotten a new phone number and haven't given it to him, and have blocked both my father and other brother from calling, deleted all other relatives from social media, and only interact with my mother, since she seemed to display genuine remorse and spoke of wanting to change...which I will believe when I see it.
I feel really sad right now, for having lost him though. He's turned into someone I don't want to be around. We were always the two out of the family who had a special bond, and were the creative ones, and I loved him so much. I don't know how I feel about him now? He's like a stranger to me...they all are.
I guess I am reaching out to see if anyone here is having the same internal conflict between missing members of your family, and feeling sad and profoundly distressed at not having any contact with them, but at the same time, glad you have no contact with them? I still struggle with it, because it feels so wrong, even though I know I did the right thing for me.
I have pushed them all away, but I am not sure if it is purely PTSD or just self-preservation? I feel like it is more the latter, but I'm also aware that I have a growing tendency to do this, and have started to recognize the ways I create a 'push-pull' dynamic in relationships...where I will invite a man to come over, and enjoy a bit of intimacy, and then almost as soon as he gets here, I will want him to leave and grimace at his attempts to hug or kiss me, even though I crave affection at the same time.
It happened with a lovely man I met recently. He came over one night a couple of weeks into having moved into my new bungalow, and in retrospect it was too early for me to have anyone in my space, as I just wanted it all to myself, but the idea of having a cuddle and maybe sex was appealing. He hadn't been here very long when I realized I wanted him to leave, and he picked up on that and in the middle of the night, got up out of bed and left.
I didn't mean to give off unfriendly vibes to him, and the crazy thing is, as soon as he left the bed, I felt the absence of his warmth and loving energy, and immediately wanted him back there. Nuts!:confused:
It took about 15 minutes of lying there, miserable, cold and alone again, before I adapted to having my space and bed back to myself...and was happy again. I guess that is normal after having been single for so long, and used to having my bed to myself...but I do wonder if it's going to be like this for the rest of my life?
Does anyone get this?