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I'm a man in my late 30s. I have CPTSD. And I feel like I've been paying for the sins of other men all my life. My mom was raised by a violent, possibly incestuous father. She is traumatized, possibly has a personality disorder and raised me with the idea that men are evil, and that they should get "their dick cut off". She never loved my dad, hates sex and instead of having an adult relationship with adult men she chose to be enmeshed with me and to therefore lean into emotional incest by getting her emotional needs met by her kids. She, naturally, hates anger and suppressed it in me whenever I expressed it. She metaphorically castrated me, made me afraid of others and subservient to her needs. This gave me an extremely skewed idea of what normal human relationships are supposed to be like and drilled the idea that being a man is toxic by default into my head. A good man is an obedient, codependent, meek man and yet also a pathetic creature given how meek, codependent and always criticized my dad is. That was my first lesson that I received due to the sins of my grandfather.
Growing up, I, of course, carried a lot of shame and confusion towards my own identity and always felt like I was never enough especially within relationships with girls. Late in life, I finally allowed myself to have girlfriends but due to my early attachment trauma, I picked unhealthy women who were abusive to me, I believe now I was even sexually assaulted. There was often this talk that they picked me because I wasn't like other men but this idea would quickly devolve into the opposite when I started trying to get away from them to protect myself. I was called abusive myself, I was compared to their dads who were toxic, my natural protective anger (never an abusive anger) towards abuse was once again painted as evil. I was manipulated with threats of suicide and all kinds of toxic techniques. Just like my mom would do, they would use DARVO regularly, making me doubt my own goodness. I could do nothing right and would always end up being painted as the abuser. They knew where to stab, my doubts about being an evil piece of patriarchal shit was the perfect sore spot to target.
I do my best to be kind and to be lucid towards people and I am NOT an abusive man , in fact, I am overly cautious not to cross boundaries. I am well versed in feminism, I support it and I dislike people saying things like "this gender is like that", "this gender is like this", I see people as complex individuals and despite having so many girls and women assault me (I was also sexually assaulted by 2 girls when I was around 5) and torture me emotionally, I do not see women as worse than men. I also view my sister as a great example of a good woman, I love her deeply and think of her when doubts creep in and when I start to think all women are the same, an irrational thought I don't want to fall victim to.
I am now working very hard on boundaries and trying to surround myself with healthier people. But, as a man, I will inevitably be seen as an oppressor, a potential rapist, an evil person who carries the original sin of manliness. And that makes me extremely uncomfortable and sad, given my history, it hits me deeper than most and when I get triggered, people tend to think that it's because I have a guilty conscience, I don't. I just feel unheard and unjustly judged, and having been abused by women so many times, it feels even more insulting to be seen as an abuser. I know people generally don't care about men's issues and feel like they take the space that should be given to women's issue, it's just how it is. I don't even talk about my history most of the time. I don't ask to be seen as a victim, the minimum I want is to not be painted as something I am not.
Recently, a woman doing street charity wanted me to stop so I can give money to their cause. I said no with my head, I give to charities from time to time but dislike the idea of street charity. She said "It's to fight violence against women", I kept walking and she yelled "Well then, violence will keep happening!". It angered me. I yelled at her that using guilt-tripping like that was unacceptable, and painting me as complicit was wrong. She doubled down and kept saying I was the problem. She probably thought I was an abuser myself, me yelling was also proof of it. Ideally, I wish I could keep my cool but I believe my anger was righteous. She has no idea who she says these things too. My sister was a victim of domestic abuse too, I was there to help when she got physically assaulted, this is an issue that is important to me. And who knows, what if my sister had died because of it? She would have still implied I'm complicit, imagine that! This is unacceptable and yet... this discourse is very common. She saw a man, so it's OK to blame me.
All my life.
I am NOT these men! Why is it so hard to attack those who deserve it and to stop torturing innocent men?! I am not a stress ball! I am not here to carry the sins of those who came before me! I am tired of suffering projection! I am A GOOD MAN!
Growing up, I, of course, carried a lot of shame and confusion towards my own identity and always felt like I was never enough especially within relationships with girls. Late in life, I finally allowed myself to have girlfriends but due to my early attachment trauma, I picked unhealthy women who were abusive to me, I believe now I was even sexually assaulted. There was often this talk that they picked me because I wasn't like other men but this idea would quickly devolve into the opposite when I started trying to get away from them to protect myself. I was called abusive myself, I was compared to their dads who were toxic, my natural protective anger (never an abusive anger) towards abuse was once again painted as evil. I was manipulated with threats of suicide and all kinds of toxic techniques. Just like my mom would do, they would use DARVO regularly, making me doubt my own goodness. I could do nothing right and would always end up being painted as the abuser. They knew where to stab, my doubts about being an evil piece of patriarchal shit was the perfect sore spot to target.
I do my best to be kind and to be lucid towards people and I am NOT an abusive man , in fact, I am overly cautious not to cross boundaries. I am well versed in feminism, I support it and I dislike people saying things like "this gender is like that", "this gender is like this", I see people as complex individuals and despite having so many girls and women assault me (I was also sexually assaulted by 2 girls when I was around 5) and torture me emotionally, I do not see women as worse than men. I also view my sister as a great example of a good woman, I love her deeply and think of her when doubts creep in and when I start to think all women are the same, an irrational thought I don't want to fall victim to.
I am now working very hard on boundaries and trying to surround myself with healthier people. But, as a man, I will inevitably be seen as an oppressor, a potential rapist, an evil person who carries the original sin of manliness. And that makes me extremely uncomfortable and sad, given my history, it hits me deeper than most and when I get triggered, people tend to think that it's because I have a guilty conscience, I don't. I just feel unheard and unjustly judged, and having been abused by women so many times, it feels even more insulting to be seen as an abuser. I know people generally don't care about men's issues and feel like they take the space that should be given to women's issue, it's just how it is. I don't even talk about my history most of the time. I don't ask to be seen as a victim, the minimum I want is to not be painted as something I am not.
Recently, a woman doing street charity wanted me to stop so I can give money to their cause. I said no with my head, I give to charities from time to time but dislike the idea of street charity. She said "It's to fight violence against women", I kept walking and she yelled "Well then, violence will keep happening!". It angered me. I yelled at her that using guilt-tripping like that was unacceptable, and painting me as complicit was wrong. She doubled down and kept saying I was the problem. She probably thought I was an abuser myself, me yelling was also proof of it. Ideally, I wish I could keep my cool but I believe my anger was righteous. She has no idea who she says these things too. My sister was a victim of domestic abuse too, I was there to help when she got physically assaulted, this is an issue that is important to me. And who knows, what if my sister had died because of it? She would have still implied I'm complicit, imagine that! This is unacceptable and yet... this discourse is very common. She saw a man, so it's OK to blame me.
All my life.
I am NOT these men! Why is it so hard to attack those who deserve it and to stop torturing innocent men?! I am not a stress ball! I am not here to carry the sins of those who came before me! I am tired of suffering projection! I am A GOOD MAN!
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