Oh, I don't know. Apples and oranges, with physical abuse being an apple hiding an orange inside the core. I'd have to say tougher to spot, although it's a pretty singular physical abuser who doesn't also have the whole psychological warfare poisoned arrows in his lovely arsenol. I take that back- bet it's not tougher to spot, it's tougher to prove, hence making the victim feel even more powerless, if possible. A LOT tougher to help the abused person, too, since how the heck do you call 911?
It's possible, just slower. Truly. Document everything, tell only key people, not every, single person you know. It's just toooo frustrating trying to illustate your abuse for the sceptical plus I think Dr. Phil is correct when he says these emotional abusers are only one swing away from crossing the line into violence. Any consequences of the invisible abuse has to be written down somewhere also, but do not talk about the journal. ( This is for anyone trapped in this, not just this thread. ) If you back a sociopath into a corner, it's tandamount to messing with a brain-damaged pitt bull.
My parents were victims of this, 'invisible' abuse. They had unspeakable acts of emotional abuse and terrorizing commited on them. There's a special place in hell for the shameful people who told them to get off the planet, it's selfish for them to keep living. ( true story ) My mother is still wearing the scars she should never, ever have received at the age of 81. I have to be careful what I write on the subject, would not if I did not have knock-down, drag-out proof AND a plethora of plain, old protection in the form of evidence and witnesses I've collected and shared with those key people over the last 2 years. Was there also physical abuse? Not like we'd define it, but through neglect, refusing to administer life-saving help, also true story. My sister hung a copy of my parent's DNR order on their refridgerator, forced them to look at it every, single day. She said it was so ambulance crews would know not to administer 'life' back into them, like crews wander around the house looking into kitchens while on call. This was a reminder to my parents to please go die. They knew, geesh- they'd been told, believe me. Everyday- my parents had to see this and the evidence that my sister did not want them here. Heartbreaking, and yes, I did take it down frequently, just re-appeared. First thing I did when made POA was burn the hideous thing. Emotional abuse? Tip of the iceburg.