For me invalidation starts at birth, when noone sees you "for you", but only for what you mean to them - someone to torture, abuse or target in some way. When your basic needs as a baby are ignored. When you are humiliated for being needy, stamped on for being angry, sneered at for being upset or ashamed. When noone backs you up and acts as if they cannot understand what you are complaiing about. When your wailing goes ignored, your nightmares and school refusal are minimsed and dismissed and your legitimate pain ignored..... so that noone has to feel uncomfortable.
As a result, you don't even know what you feel (other than corrosive overwhelming swirling shame and anger that you then suppress for fear it will destroy any vestiges of respect you have in the outside world lest you dare to let it out), and all the time you feel ashamed of the dreadfully bad things inside you.
You copy people to try and learn how to be, you watch fascinated to try and understand how to live and not dread every day. You try harder and harder to be someone, because to just be "you" is no,t and never was, an option, and in so doing you lose any chance of real connection and intimacy. Any thread of affection from outside is dismissed because is doesn't quieten your internal pain and you know if only they knew the real you, they wouldn't like you.
You pick bad people not only because they are familiar but because they are only interested in more invalidation of you and that keeps you dissociated and away from someone seeing the real dreadful confused hurting empty insides. That would feel like death itself.
You are condemmed to invalidate yourself and those unheard parts of yourself every day because you have no choice. They are but fragments of dreadful pain, head splitting headache and reality rending experiences that are raw, unintergrated and unamed and feel like the real nightmare, the real horror movie. Something beyond tolerance.
And yet all it is is one little child's frazzled brain trying to make sense of a big harsh world with contradictory evil people around and no instruction book.
Never validated, never contained. Loved? Ha! Not even in the same dimension.....
As a result, you don't even know what you feel (other than corrosive overwhelming swirling shame and anger that you then suppress for fear it will destroy any vestiges of respect you have in the outside world lest you dare to let it out), and all the time you feel ashamed of the dreadfully bad things inside you.
You copy people to try and learn how to be, you watch fascinated to try and understand how to live and not dread every day. You try harder and harder to be someone, because to just be "you" is no,t and never was, an option, and in so doing you lose any chance of real connection and intimacy. Any thread of affection from outside is dismissed because is doesn't quieten your internal pain and you know if only they knew the real you, they wouldn't like you.
You pick bad people not only because they are familiar but because they are only interested in more invalidation of you and that keeps you dissociated and away from someone seeing the real dreadful confused hurting empty insides. That would feel like death itself.
You are condemmed to invalidate yourself and those unheard parts of yourself every day because you have no choice. They are but fragments of dreadful pain, head splitting headache and reality rending experiences that are raw, unintergrated and unamed and feel like the real nightmare, the real horror movie. Something beyond tolerance.
And yet all it is is one little child's frazzled brain trying to make sense of a big harsh world with contradictory evil people around and no instruction book.
Never validated, never contained. Loved? Ha! Not even in the same dimension.....