SparkleCub
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I grew up afraid of my father. I used to dread him coming home, and vigilantly listen for signs that it might be an "angry" night -- how hard did he push in his chair? Did he stomp or walk normally? Was that a thoughtful look on his face, or the beginning of rage?
He didn't physically abuse, but his rages were terrifying. My brother had a disability, so more often than not I was the target. I can't remember the words he used, yet. I just remember the volume, the fear I felt, and how the whole house felt changed after he raged at me, stomped away, slammed the door to his room, and didn't come out for the rest of the night. It was cyclic, happening maybe once a month or once every couple months.
When I was 15 he became physically abusive along with his rage, and for some reason I drew the line there. I told him I would leave the home if he did it again. And he stopped. I've always viewed that as the end of the story -- the book is closed. But recently I was in a very abusive relationship which very much resembled my father's pattern. After I left her, I started seeing a therapist who has helped me start to dig in and remember some of the childhood stuff.
It's strange. Before this therapist, I -knew- my dad had rages, but I couldn't remember any details. Now, when I begin to remember details, it quickly turns into dissociation. It's getting better, but this sudden realization that what he did wasn't normal or healthy is throwing me off kilter.
Does this resonate with anyone?
He didn't physically abuse, but his rages were terrifying. My brother had a disability, so more often than not I was the target. I can't remember the words he used, yet. I just remember the volume, the fear I felt, and how the whole house felt changed after he raged at me, stomped away, slammed the door to his room, and didn't come out for the rest of the night. It was cyclic, happening maybe once a month or once every couple months.
When I was 15 he became physically abusive along with his rage, and for some reason I drew the line there. I told him I would leave the home if he did it again. And he stopped. I've always viewed that as the end of the story -- the book is closed. But recently I was in a very abusive relationship which very much resembled my father's pattern. After I left her, I started seeing a therapist who has helped me start to dig in and remember some of the childhood stuff.
It's strange. Before this therapist, I -knew- my dad had rages, but I couldn't remember any details. Now, when I begin to remember details, it quickly turns into dissociation. It's getting better, but this sudden realization that what he did wasn't normal or healthy is throwing me off kilter.
Does this resonate with anyone?