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Childhood Protecting And Comforting My Abuser

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I am 44 now, and I still feel I cannot truly tell people about my past abuse, even though I desperately want to, because I have to protect her reputation. I don't want people to think badly of her; she is my mom, after all.
Also, there were often times where after an incident of abuse had happened that she would feel remorseful and she would cry. At that point she would ask me to come to her and sit on her lap and she'd hug me and tell me she loved me and that she was sorry and I would say "It's ok Mom. You're a good Mom." Because I didn't want her to feel bad.
Has anyone else experienced This?
 
Not that exactly, but protecting my parents' reputation? Yep.

It's beginning to unravel as I begin to feel how bad the abuse really was, and now I want to shout for all the world to hear that my pain mattered. Does matter.

So does yours. I'm sorry that happened to you.
 
Yes, for sure. It's called a trauma bond. I think if you are 'good hearted' or empathic in some kind of classic sense those traits can sadly be preyed upon in these cases, and you can form very, very strong trauma bonds. I am a fawn subtype in Pete Walker's, you might relate (though I am also very feisty so I don't 100% relate to it, but what I once saw as compassion and kindness and understanding was actually just a very instinctual protective mechanism kicking in:

"Fawn types seek safety by merging with the wishes, needs and demands of others. They act as if they unconsciously believe that the price of admission to any relationship is the forfeiture of all their needs, rights, preferences and boundaries. They often begin life like the precocious children described in Alice Miler's The Drama Of The Gifted Child, who learn that a modicum of safety and attachment can be gained by becoming the helpful and compliant servants of their parents. They are usually the children of at least one narcissistic parent who uses contempt to press them into service, scaring and shaming them out of developing a healthy sense of self: an egoic locus of self-protection, self-care and self-compassion. This dynamic is explored at length in my East Bay Therapist article (Jan/Feb2003): "Codependency, Trauma and The Fawn Response" (see www.pete-walker.com). TX. Fawn types typically respond well to being psychoeducated in this model. This is especially true when the therapist persists in helping them recognize and renounce the repetition compulsion that draws them to narcissistic types who exploit them. Therapy also naturally helps them to shrink their characteristic listening defense as they are guided to widen and deepen their self-expression. I have seen numerous inveterate codependents finally progress in their assertiveness and boundary-making work, when they finally got that even the thought of expressing a preference or need triggers an emotional flashback of such intensity that they completely dissociate from their knowledge of and ability to express what they want. Role-playing assertiveness in session and attending to the stultifying inner critic processes it triggers helps the codependent build a healthy ego. This is especially true when the therapist interprets, witnesses and validates how the individual as a child was forced to put to death so much of her individual self. Grieving these losses further potentiates the developing ego."

It's not really compassion and kindness to 'let' people get away with things, though i don't think we are blamed for that - it's a natural response mechanism for protecting ourselves, but we have to see it for what it is and disentangle ourselves. Abusers will gobble you up and spit you out unless you put roadblocks in their path and we don't because we are so scared of being consumed, but ironically this is exactly the behaviour that is helping to fuel that consumption. Boundaries are the only thing that will work, diqitenaglig the self from the other; then we can see straight, then we can feel what we should be feeling, and not some malignant, 'fake' emotion. Lack of boundaries comes from fear, not compassion: but what is there to really be afraid of now? We aren't children anymore. We have to stop catering to their suffering and their feelings and their demands because they don't cater to ours.

So what if this is your parent? Look at the harm they have done, when it comes to abuse the normal rules do not apply. Family does not mean family. We have to stop letting them abuse us. Little or not contact is the way to go, they will never understand or fully accept it, but it's the natural repercussions of being an abuser - if you abuse and harm, you will ultimately find yourself cut off from others - that's the fate of all of them and in some way that is justice, because the cruel and selfish end up alone. Not letting people abuse you is compassion for them and you; yes it is difficult to do but it is not as difficult as staying in the situation.
 
Also, I'm sorry if this is harsh to hear - but she isn't crying for you, she is crying for herself. 'Look what you made me do', I'm a bad person/my self-image doesn't sit right and that hurts. She isn't crying from love and compassion, she can't.
 
I'm finally in my mid-30s and I've only been public about my mother's sexual abuse of me for about a year, and even then it took me a while to truly identify it for what it was and only in the last 6 months have I decided I can no longer survive with her in my life.

I had always been open about her physical/psych/emotional abuse but I didn't even realize there was a sexual component until I was in college and learned what covert incest was. Even then I didn't think she had abused me sexually or that anything was even wrong b/c my parents are from a culture where mothers are overbearing and inordinately close to both sons and daughters (mostly sons). So even when I would ask people about my mother's behavior (which continued until my late 20s at least) many would say things like "I guess that's weird" but brush it off. It's quite messed up and I retain a great deal of criticism towards this culture for approving of abusive behavior as "normal". I even had a roommate who acted inappropriately with his mother and my mother used that as an excuse to rationalize her own behavior.

Something huge happened in my spirituality over a year ago that allowed me to begin some healing modalities I never would have had access to before and I suddenly started admitting the sexual component with groups of trusted people. My body suddenly felt safe enough to tstart telling people and everyone believed me so I was validated for the first time. It also explained so many of my habits and coping mechanisms and patterns I never thought I could break.

Another thing happened 6 months ago where I ended my break from her (that was bliss) and started itneracting with her copiously again. Immediately my health declined. Simultaneously, I discovered some more healing groups and then something triggered a CPTSD flareup so bad last fall that I wasn't able to function in daily life anymore.

I immediately joined a recovery group and amped up my acupuncture. I finally found a therapist after I switched health insurances to start EMDR and I'm finally moving through the decades of pain and hell my life felt like.

I have had to stop talking to family and when I got sick 80% of my social group abandoned me (everybody in their 20s stopped talking to me because I dropped down my social media) so a massive purge happened not entirely by choice, but I'm grateful for the shift.

I gave this quite long recap to show what a harrowing and lengthy process being able to move through this has been for me.

Now onto the mother issue:

My mother very likely has NPD. She is a master manipulator and everyone thinks she is amazing or is terrified of her or both. Only those closest to her suffer truly - my father (her ex-husband) is on anxiety meds and me (her daughter) has CPTSD and cannot drive anymore or work many hours. Her family has a lot of depression and her brother once pulled a knife in her.

But everyone else a step removed worships her feet and bows down to her. Her current husband, my step-dad, endures her yelling at him and calling him stupid several times a day.

My mother has cried many times and even apologized over what she does to me. But then she suddenly seems to forget she admitted it. She has also said things like "I'll say I'm sorry not because I'm wrong but because I love you." She uses the word love very loosely, and she also used the word hate and told me to die just as many times. So her words are very meaningless to me.

Her family and my culture supports all this. Parents can do no wrong and we're all just ungrateful children. If I dare to speak out, family members and other people from my culture will say "But she's your mother." I've stopped talking to those people.

I grew up enmeshed with her forever and I'm in recovery for codependency now. I have very porous boundaries and I have to work on asserting my own boundaries all the time and I usually mess up still, but it's a work in progress. I literally feel her feelings - many ideas and feelings I can tell are from her but are embedded in me. She put most of her identity in me and had me do all the activities and take on traits she wanted to pursue herself. When I tried to live my own life she would grow enraged and she infantilized me into adulthood (still does - my stepsister told her she treated me like a child and my mother was shocked.)

I can see that my mother doesn't know what love is and never has. Nobody who abuses knows what true love is; they likely did not have love themselves so they hurt others. I myself went through an MFT grad program and then life coaching training because healing has been my #1 priority - but it's a long and arduous road.

So that's my experience with the guilt that comes with having to tell on my mother. It takes decades, I get it. Much may not apply to you, but I do commiserate over the situation we're all in.
 
though I am also very feisty
I forgot to say that the reason I'm able to tell people what she's done is b/c I'm also a very outspoken person. That's a positive of one of the traits she incepted in me - the ability to speak up and be confrontational. I've gotten a lot of my family members who are unhealthy or "on her side" to leave me alone by telling them what she did. They're so horrified b/c - again in my culture - how dare you say these things out loud or say anything bad about a parent! So I do it to force them to admit that parents are not perfect. I'm so angry all the time from my PTSD, like raging, seething mad, that it's easy for me just out with it if a friend steps on my toes.

she isn't crying for you, she is crying for herself.
This is why I like Europeans - they're less afraid to tiptoe around like us Americans lol. I'm from the East Coast and this is how I would talk to my East Coast friends - and I wholeheartedly agree. I'm glad someone had the guts to say what I didn't strongly. I don't want to suggest your mother is also a narcissist since I don't know the situation, but 100% abusers generally have NPD traits if not being full blown NPDs and everything is about them.

The way you describe your enmeshment feels so familiar to my past that I also suspect this. We support you coming here!
 
I am 44 now, and I still feel I cannot truly tell people about my past abuse, even though I desperatel...
I have always tried to figure out why a victim has so much understanding for someone that hurts others. But I sure have changed in that regard. I do not have empathy for such people anymore, including family members that did the wrong thing.

Once you are being shown what real caring, real help looks like you simply will never look back, you simply will never allow yourself to ever again let a predator do that to you.

That is what happened when I witnessed a person that attempted to do a crime, pulling me in with it. I was able to not only identify that sucker before he had a chance to get even one word out and I did not feel bad for that this time. In the past I always had empathy for such criminals but not anymore.
 
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