It's apropos that this thread suddenly got reinvigorated. I have been thinking about SS a lot lately. (And I think, whatever you call it, SS is apropos to early childhood abuse). Because so much of it has to do with shame for not fleeing to protect myself. Not that I could as a child, but when I was a little older... I didn't "flee" until college, and even then I never really fled. Or even fought. I just evaporated myself and became what they wanted me to be, thinking things would get better eventually. They never did. What happened was that I split into parts, and I pretty much lived the part that was attached to my abusers for most of my adult life. Now I'm feeling the shame of that. The shame of not having clearly seen that there might have been a way out, a way to healing much earlier. Mine apparently had to wait until they were dead.
But the kicker is, that I developed parts that have picked up where my parents left off, and my parts abuse me just as badly--maybe worse--than they ever did. So now I am a prisoner of my own selves. And it really sucks. Of course I'm not a prisoner in the "real" outside world. Just the inside world. It's different from being held at gun or knife point by another person. But the situation is similar. Not sure any of this is making much sense. Just having a rough time of it these past days.