pink.sunflower
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Hi everyone. I am also a member on the PTSD site. I just recently found out about this site and thought that this site may benefit me as well since I am a survivor of domestic violence and it is the cause of my PTSD. So, I am going to copy and paste the same introduction from the PTSD site. Thank you in advance.
I was diagnosed with severe depression 20 years ago after escaping 6 years of domestic violence. And several years after that I was diagnosed with panic disorder. And several years after that I was told that it was PTSD all along. Unfortunately, due to my mental state, my ex gained custody of our children. I was a broken, scared young lady and I didn't have the knowledge or strength in me to fight him. I guess 6 years of abuse, physical and mental, will do that to a person. I almost died twice and was hospitalized 3 times. Back then the police did not get involved unless the victim pressed charges, which I was too scared to do because my ex told what would happen if I ever did. And I had been living in a state where he was from with no family or friends of my own.
I saw my kids as much as I was "allowed", and most of the time that involved a police escort to and from the house. After I finally got on my feet, and started feeling more secure, I moved back to that town (which was only 40 min from where I had been living). It wasn't easy, there weren't many jobs or decent places to live. My kids had been fed a bunch of lies placing all the blame on me for a failed marriage and leaving them (btw, my ex was not abusive to them, physically, and was well thought of in the community and made a good living (look up sociopath). At the time of the divorce I felt like he could be a better provider because I didn't think I was worth the paper my birth was written on.)
The years went by and I just pretty much existed. My kids didn't have much respect for me. People in the town didn't have much respect for me. And my ex took whatever chance he had to put me down and control my life (through my kids mainly). But, I stayed and did the best I could until my kids were all out of high school. At that point I wanted to make something of myself and do something I could feel proud of. I started back to college which required me to move about an hour away. But, I went back about every other weekend for visits with my kids who seemed to be even more bitter towards me as time went on.
During this time my ex was caught cheating on the wife which he cheated on me with (big shocker). However, he had tried to make her their mother and make them have respect for her (while he encouraged the opposite for me). So, his cheating didn't go over real well with the kids. But, they all forgave him and he was once again king of the hill. Then shortly after he was fired from his job of 20 years for stealing thousands of dollars. And they still stood by him. But, his troubles somehow made my troubles worse.
He started attacking me again, mostly when nobody was looking. Doing his best to tear me down and destroy what bit of a relationship I had with my kids. I guess he couldn't handle the thought of me being successful while his little world was crumbling around him. Does anyone have any idea what it takes to try to coexist with the person who is the cause of your PTSD? To try to push your feelings aside for the sake of your children? To take every cuss and name calling with a grain of salt? Bringing back the nightmares, the flashbacks, the insecurity, the humiliation, and the anger...
So today I sit here with less than a year of getting my BBA. My kids are not talking to me because I need to just "Get over the past". They are tired of hearing what their father has put me through, because he is a great man and he is wonderful and he wasn't the one who left them. I feel like I am back to square one with this. I feel like this hell is never going to end. My grades are slipping, I'm starting to question my sanity, I don't want to leave the house. All the years of struggle and hard work down the drain just about.
My oldest daughter is pregnant, due in two weeks, and not even speaking to me. And she is just as verbally abusive towards me as he is. My kids don't know why I cry so much and when I try to explain it to them they get mad. My son has even told me that if I don't "get over it" to just leave him alone. I do have a support system, but they don't suffer from PTSD and they really don't know how to help. They try, but they don't understand me. I don't understand how one person can destroy a life and look in the mirror and feel good about what they have done??
I have been divorced for 20 years now and I still cannot have a relationship with a man. I don't trust them and the first time their voice is raised I'm out the door and don't look back. I know there are people that have been trough much worse. I don't know how they cope and live a productive life. This is destroying me and I don't know how to stop it. People say to forgive, but I don't know how to do that. How do you forgive someone that is constantly twisting a knife in your back? We have kids and grandkids now. There are birthday parties, showers, weddings, special occasions, do I just not go to any of them because I know he will attack me in some way? And if I don't go, then "i don't care about my kids".
I'm not in a situation where something bad happened and I have to work through it and get on with my life. I'm in a situation where I am constantly exposed to the abuser and his abusive ways if I want to be a part of my kids lives. That makes it kind of hard to put it in the past. I asked my son to look up PTSD and educate himself and maybe he would understand where I'm coming from, he just got mad at me and said I was making it hard on myself. They don't see what their father does when their heads are turned. I don't know what to do anymore... Any suggestions or advice would be appreciated.
I was diagnosed with severe depression 20 years ago after escaping 6 years of domestic violence. And several years after that I was diagnosed with panic disorder. And several years after that I was told that it was PTSD all along. Unfortunately, due to my mental state, my ex gained custody of our children. I was a broken, scared young lady and I didn't have the knowledge or strength in me to fight him. I guess 6 years of abuse, physical and mental, will do that to a person. I almost died twice and was hospitalized 3 times. Back then the police did not get involved unless the victim pressed charges, which I was too scared to do because my ex told what would happen if I ever did. And I had been living in a state where he was from with no family or friends of my own.
I saw my kids as much as I was "allowed", and most of the time that involved a police escort to and from the house. After I finally got on my feet, and started feeling more secure, I moved back to that town (which was only 40 min from where I had been living). It wasn't easy, there weren't many jobs or decent places to live. My kids had been fed a bunch of lies placing all the blame on me for a failed marriage and leaving them (btw, my ex was not abusive to them, physically, and was well thought of in the community and made a good living (look up sociopath). At the time of the divorce I felt like he could be a better provider because I didn't think I was worth the paper my birth was written on.)
The years went by and I just pretty much existed. My kids didn't have much respect for me. People in the town didn't have much respect for me. And my ex took whatever chance he had to put me down and control my life (through my kids mainly). But, I stayed and did the best I could until my kids were all out of high school. At that point I wanted to make something of myself and do something I could feel proud of. I started back to college which required me to move about an hour away. But, I went back about every other weekend for visits with my kids who seemed to be even more bitter towards me as time went on.
During this time my ex was caught cheating on the wife which he cheated on me with (big shocker). However, he had tried to make her their mother and make them have respect for her (while he encouraged the opposite for me). So, his cheating didn't go over real well with the kids. But, they all forgave him and he was once again king of the hill. Then shortly after he was fired from his job of 20 years for stealing thousands of dollars. And they still stood by him. But, his troubles somehow made my troubles worse.
He started attacking me again, mostly when nobody was looking. Doing his best to tear me down and destroy what bit of a relationship I had with my kids. I guess he couldn't handle the thought of me being successful while his little world was crumbling around him. Does anyone have any idea what it takes to try to coexist with the person who is the cause of your PTSD? To try to push your feelings aside for the sake of your children? To take every cuss and name calling with a grain of salt? Bringing back the nightmares, the flashbacks, the insecurity, the humiliation, and the anger...
So today I sit here with less than a year of getting my BBA. My kids are not talking to me because I need to just "Get over the past". They are tired of hearing what their father has put me through, because he is a great man and he is wonderful and he wasn't the one who left them. I feel like I am back to square one with this. I feel like this hell is never going to end. My grades are slipping, I'm starting to question my sanity, I don't want to leave the house. All the years of struggle and hard work down the drain just about.
My oldest daughter is pregnant, due in two weeks, and not even speaking to me. And she is just as verbally abusive towards me as he is. My kids don't know why I cry so much and when I try to explain it to them they get mad. My son has even told me that if I don't "get over it" to just leave him alone. I do have a support system, but they don't suffer from PTSD and they really don't know how to help. They try, but they don't understand me. I don't understand how one person can destroy a life and look in the mirror and feel good about what they have done??
I have been divorced for 20 years now and I still cannot have a relationship with a man. I don't trust them and the first time their voice is raised I'm out the door and don't look back. I know there are people that have been trough much worse. I don't know how they cope and live a productive life. This is destroying me and I don't know how to stop it. People say to forgive, but I don't know how to do that. How do you forgive someone that is constantly twisting a knife in your back? We have kids and grandkids now. There are birthday parties, showers, weddings, special occasions, do I just not go to any of them because I know he will attack me in some way? And if I don't go, then "i don't care about my kids".
I'm not in a situation where something bad happened and I have to work through it and get on with my life. I'm in a situation where I am constantly exposed to the abuser and his abusive ways if I want to be a part of my kids lives. That makes it kind of hard to put it in the past. I asked my son to look up PTSD and educate himself and maybe he would understand where I'm coming from, he just got mad at me and said I was making it hard on myself. They don't see what their father does when their heads are turned. I don't know what to do anymore... Any suggestions or advice would be appreciated.