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Psychopathic Abuse. No Objective Proof. No Traceable Acts Of Abuse.

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And I am disbelieved. Laughed at. I'm a laughing stock. And the more I beg for understanding, the more convinced that people become that it's me who is the crazy one.

I have no proof. His abuse and psychological torture and carefully planned cruelty was so insidious, so clever. People see him and they see the lovely facade he presents, then they see me and they see me losing my mind. They believe him when he says it's HIM who was treated appallingly.

Everything that I thought was safe and credible has been undermined. I question everything. It's as though nobody can relate to me. The abuse ended months ago but HE is here in spirit all the time, in nightmares and in waking moments. Distorting everything. The abuse is never over. It carries on even though he's gone. Morning, noon, and night. All day, every day.

I'm deeply depressed and suffer from massive amounts of anxiety. I feel like a different person now, a dirty person. I've lost friends. I've become physically ill.

I try to talk to friends and I'm dismissed as a sick fantasist. They don't want to hear the frightening details. The lack of support and understanding have made this so much worse. It gets worse every day.


He wins.
Suicide seems like the only solution.
 
I believe you.

The same thing happened to me. She was supposed to be my best friend, the only one who understood my PTSD symptoms, and the only one who really helped me. She was perfect for me! She slowly distanced me from my husband, my kids, and my other friends... She traumatized me so much that I asked to be hospitalized, and that saved my life.

Now, the only ones who believe me are my children, my psichiatrist and my therapist, a friend who went through almost the same thing with her, and some friends who don't know her. My husband also believed me, but he passed away a few months ago.

For the rest of the world, she is the kindest, smartest, funniest, best person in the world. If I try to imply otherwise, no one believes me.

It's frustrating and sometimes it makes me furious. But after four years, I've learnt to let it go. I can't open the eyes of people who don't want to see.

I just wish I could forget.
 
Welcome.

Friends who can't understand are everywhere, unfortunately they can not be true friends.

There is a old movie called "gaslight". I don't suggest you watch it (it's scary), but maybe you could use it to help explain what happened to you. Not now I think, but maybe in the future.
 
My step-dad was like that. Lived with him throughout my teenage years. Reported him, but nothing came of it. No one could connect what I was saying with what they saw. Total psychopath.

Now there are a couple of people in my life with narcissistic traits, and it's amazing how many people put these folks on pedestals. I grew up in all this, so often it's hard for me to realize that this isn't normal. But it's not. I believe you.
 
I believe you too. You're not alone in this as I believe my mother (main abuser) is also a psychopath. Pm me if you feel you'd like to talk more. You have our support here and please remember that you are worthy and right and deserve a good life :hug:
 
I believe you. Sounds like my father. And people didn't believe my mom at first. Everyone thought he was this great man. He was Mr Nice guy to "everyone" but his family. It was all about control and manipulation. He'd try to convince we were the ones with problems (well he did create lots of problems in my mom and me. Reason I am here.) He was a psychopath, or sociopath.

You are here. That's an important step! People here will support you. Try to take care of yourself.
 
I could have written this. I am angry for what you are up against, and I don' t even know you. I've been in the same odyssey for close to 20 years now ever since some dim wit social worker declared I had been molested when I was young.
It was simply a males anger before, but now it's compounded by constant treatment as a potential sexual predator by the same jack butt mental health providers anytime I try to reach out for help, whether in crisis or not.
Only advice to give is find ways to live independent and as far from people as possible. Meditating with nothing louder than the sound of the refrigerator is worth far more than anything the finest health care insurance could buy. Safety of another human can not be purchased, and narcissistic pseudo psychs can be far and again more damaging than the original perps.
 
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I believe you. I was forced to move in with my aunt after my parents died and she was the same way. My therapist was the only one who believed me. I moved out after the worst six months of my life and now I know I'll never see her again.
 
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