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Dom Violence Why We Lied To Cover The Abuse

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To try to disappear. I even did that physically with anorexia.
Is my understanding correct that this is also an attempt to gain some control over something when you feel you have none?
I was protecting them.
Interesting. Do you remember what you thought you were protecting them from? I always felt being quiet and doing what I had to was self preservation against them and nothing towards protecting them.
I saw them as vulnerable and noone understood them like I did
What did you understand Abstract? Again I am asking as I don't understand as to me I knew I was vulnerable and felt like that was preyed upon. Are you speaking as an adult here or as your childhood experience? I am intrigued as to how you thought like that but please don't feel any pressure to discuss if it makes you uncomfortable :smile:
 
Abstract, I relate a lot to what you have said here.

Nicolette, i hope you don't mind me responding to what you.ve asked Abstract here (and Abstract, I realise you may have a different response - I'm not wanting to reply for you). But with regards to my understanding of the partner, he told me stories of when he saw his dad beat his mum up, when he was a child. Then his mum had died when we first became friends (only age 16), and we got together about two years after that. So he had a sorry story to tell.

But I had never been allowed to express emotions, and so I wasn't allowed to ever be a victim and ask for comfort. When I analyse it, I think finding someone who expresses the pain of his childhood, unconsciously reflected my buried pain. And I project my own neediness for someone to be there however ashamed I am of what I've done (I realise now, it wasn't me personally that was shameful, but those feelings are carried), and so whatever he does, however he reacts, I give it the amateur psychological analysis, and see him as a misunderstood child in a great deal of emotional pain. And I try to give him what I need = forgiveness, love, understanding etc.
 
also an attempt to gain some control over something
HI Nicolette,
I think this is the classic idea of AN (anorexia nervosa) and many feel this but for me it wasn't something I was aware of. It was much more about wanting my feelings and self to be smaller and less of a target emotionally, self wise and physically. It was also about wanting to be less womanly and noticed in that way. The irony is that one tends to end up with more attention not less. Then I would trip into the psychology that maybe being fat was a better way and go into bulimia. Not that I saw it that clearly at the time of course. As a result I would go from moderate AN to normal weight BN and battle between the two. Fun. Each would not give me the escape I needed in some way.

I always felt being quiet and doing what I had to was self preservation against them and nothing towards protecting them.
These things are always so multifaceted and difficult to put into words aren't they? Around others I was quiet mostly to self protect. If I said less then there would be a little less chance of getting into trouble. Very subconscious of course.

When it comes to acknowledging what was happening or telling others then the silence was mostly about protecting them. I never spent much time thinking of myself or my psychology but would be immersed in theirs. Other people wouldn't understand that he was just suffering a lot. That he was very anxious and therefore was acting out. That things had been difficult for him as a child and that he was under a lot of stress at the moment. They wouldn't understand that he was often very kind and was not critical and that I felt safe in the relationships in some respects. As a child it was more profound. It was just him and my mother as the universe and the only consideration was how I was failing or helping to make things better.

That's just a general idea of the mindset. I would breath and be them and I was lost in that. It was what I did and was trained. How I personally reacted. Fitting in perfectly with what they want before they even know they want it. Keeping an attachment as if one looks at the reality then anger and resentment tends to come up. Anger and resentment can put one in danger.

The psychology of all this is that finding a way to attach and blame ourselves rather than the guilty party is a legitimate survival mechanism for a child. An angry, resentful child is much more likely to act out and be a target in some respects than a compliant, intuitive child that can read situations and fit themselves to them. Having a self can be a big disadvantage then but not having one as an adult can be huge disadvantage later.

I saw myself as very compassionate at one point and I am but I now see the extreme extent that I displayed this as very unhealthy on a psychological level.

"The victim of Stockholm Syndrome irrationally clings to the notion that if only she tries hard enough and loves him unconditionally, the abuser will eventually see the light. He, in turn, encourages her false hope for as long as he desires to string her along. Seeing that he can sometimes behave well, the victim blames herself for the times when he mistreats her. Because her life has been reduced to one goal and one dimension which subsumes everything else–she dresses, works, cooks and makes love in ways that please the abuser–her self-esteem becomes exclusively dependent upon his approval and hypersensitive to his disapproval."


I hope it's Ok to put some links here. I tend not to have trust in being able to express what I mean so write and then afterwards look for things that express it better!

http://www.co.washington.or.us/Comm...esourcesLinks/upload/Why-Don-t-They-Leave.pdf
[DLMURL]http://www.rainn.org/get-information/effects-of-sexual-assault/stockholm-syndrome[/DLMURL]
http://drjoecarver.makeswebsites.com/clients/49355/File/love_and_stockholm_syndrome.html
http://drjoecarver.makeswebsites.com/clients/49355/File/love_and_stockholm_syndrome.html

On a theoretical level I believe there are a few different sides to the whole thing. Learned Helplessness, Stockholm Syndrome, Cognitive Dissonance and Repetitive Compulsion.

I also think when what is keeping someone in the situation is mostly about learned helplessness and trauma bonding then what works to help people out of it is often slightly different to what works if it is less of an issue and mostly about fear and lack of understanding.

Once we have that engrained pattern as a child I think for some of us it doesn't take that much to set it off again and even in quite mild situations. I have had this happen in work-authority relationships again and again. Humiliating and frightening.

The interesting thing is how out of character I would behave then this whole dynamic kicks in.

Meadowsweet, I relate a lot to what you describe. I started realising that a lot of the "empathy" was actually projection. That is a hard one to deal with. I can barely speak about it to do with my father so can't say more and have mostly dealt with it to do with mother which was extremely painful and took a whole lot of quite forceful yet patient therapy.
 
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Sincerely, I didn't lie about the abuse. I didn't word it either. Because at the time I was not able to define what he did to me as abusive. They were things normal men do. All men previously (my mother's, that is) were just like him (some even worse).
 
I knew I was doing something wrong by my own true self as I would minimise things to insignificance which hurt me deep down but I didn't want to seem like a fool by telling the 'truth' as the advice I would have given to myself would have been to get out no questions asked.
 
Just as I did with my mother during my childhood, I noticed things hurting me deep down and voiced them, to the extent of screaming it at then her and later him. He talked himself out of it, as my mother had done, then turned everything the way he wanted and because I had had therapy which had it that in a healthy relationship you need to listen to your partner and take him seriously and evaluate, yadda, yadda, I did exactly that and allowed myself to be brainwashed.

Nobody had taught me to, at the end of the day, listen to me. I don't mean this as an offense, I literally mean it. I had not learned it and it did not appear to me that that is what I should do, or rather was allowed to do. Plus, other Christians (I was at the tiem) giving me the Christian pep talk of "for better, for worse, yadda, yadda" didn't help. Don't get me wrong, I am not blaming them. I own this.

At the same time, I was in no place to make a different decision. I literally had not learned enough at the time to really get it. And I sure as hell didn't know I had a voice. I mean, I had a voice, I voiced my abuse, with my mother (and others) and later with my now former husband. What I mean by "I had no voice" really is "I had no action", no "right" to act, or even worse, NO clue that acting was something that was available to me, that was a real option. As if a car parked in front of your house wasn't there. I knew what a car looked like in theory, knew a lot about cars, but there seemed to be no connection. Gosh, I hope I'm getting this across so it can be understood.
 
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Are you saying what many struggle with in that logically you knew what was wrong but you didn't have the skills to translate it into actions only having the basketful of unhelpful learned behaviours from your environment?
 
My reasons for hiding the abuse while I was going through it were all mainly to protect my ex. He was very self-conscious and wanted so badly for my family and friends to accept and like him. I didn't want to ruin his chances of having a good reputation by telling them about the bad. I only ever told them how "great" he was and the nice things he would do or say.

As the relationship moved further and my own self-worth started to deteriorate, my reasons changed slightly. I was still trying to protect him, but part of that protection was because I had become co-dependent and felt like I couldn't get by without him. I knew that if I told people the truth, he'd end up in prison and I'd be at a total loss without him.

Finally, toward the end, I didn't tell people because I felt like it meant I was a failure. If I admitted just how bad my relationship had come, then I'd have to admit I'd been covering it up from the beginning and that I had failed to make the relationship work.

I told the truth when I was so concerned about my safety and the safety of my child that I had given up on trying to make it work. I had become so depressed, the only reason I hadn't committed suicide was my need to be there to take care of the baby. My protective instincts kicked in and I was fearful of my child being abused, damaged, and possibly killed. So, I told a friend the truth in a desperate cry for help when I was ready to leave the relationship.
 
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