Posted by: Mommabel | November 22, 2013

Be careful who you tell

I recently had my trauma history thrown back in my face in the heat of an argument, by someone who is SUPPOSED to care.  Someone who isn’t supposed to add to the pain and the suffering.

My mother.

I was reluctant to tell her ANYTHING about my past.  I didn’t tell her when my initial assault occurred, or when I was being regularly raped and abused by #2.  I kept the issues with #3 from her as well.  For this very reason.

She doesn’t know the entire truth, only the bits and pieces I’ve told her over the past few years.

She knows about the PTSD.  And in her small mind, all people with PTSD are fucked in the head.  I need to point out that she is a nurse.  A highly educated nurse.  And she has these types of thoughts about people with mental illness.

She told me today that I wanted to be raped and abused.  So I would have an excuse to live in a fantasy world as a victim.  

That I need therapy because I’m one sick individual.  I pointed out to her that I’ve been in therapy for 15 years already.

I’m done.  This is the final straw.  It hurts so much because she is my mom.  She is the one person on this earth who I’m supposed to turn to for love and comfort.

I’m not sure this is forgivable.

Being in the same room is unbearable.  So I hole up in my bedroom.  If I do have to venture out, I listen to my iPod because I can’t stand the constant verbal abuse and vitriol.

I can do absolutely NOTHING right.  If I mention an issue I am having with her, even in a respectful manner, I am verbally slammed against a wall and left bruised and battered.

It’s like I’m 17 again.  Through my journals, that is where I can pinpoint the PTSD starting.

I’m having nightmares, I’m having panic attacks.  I’m horribly depressed.  I’m withdrawn.  My appetite is nil.

I did make an appointment with my therapist for two weeks.  I haven’t been in over a year because I haven’t had health insurance.

I have been exercising.  So I can get out of this hellhole for at least a few hours a day, to get out the aggression, and to hopefully boost some neurochemicals.

I have been retreating into books again.  I know its escapism, but if I didn’t have my nose in a book 24/7 right now, it would be much, much worse.

I’m supposed to live in this toxic soup until March, when my parent’s lease is up and when we will hopefully have enough money to move out.

My husband doesn’t have PTSD, and he had a panic attack the other day.  Just the everyday, petty bullshit is wearing on us.

So just a word to the wise:  if you are going to tell someone close to you, make sure they aren’t the type of person that will throw it back in your face.

Posted by: Mommabel | November 13, 2013

Nighttime

My husband started working night shift.

I hate it.

Yes, there are others in the house while he isn’t, but they don’t understand what I’ve been through.  They don’t know how to help me through flashbacks and nightmares.  My husband does.

I didn’t sleep much during his last cycle (he does 3-12 hour shifts in a row), despite copious amounts of melatonin.  I was afraid to sleep.  I was afraid of what my brain would concoct.

I didn’t have any horrific nightmares, but I didn’t sleep well either.  And my daughter is still adjusting to daylight savings time, so she ended up in my bed very early in the morning. So I feel like a zombie.

I have to get used to this, because it isn’t ending any time soon.

I have started using a white noise machine when I sleep at night.  That helps to block out any noise from the cat, from the dogs, from the other humans in the house that might show up in my dreams.  I’m avoiding reading any triggering material before bed.

I’m trying to explain it to my parents, but they don’t get it.  I need to write another post on their reaction to my history.  Its more like disbelief, they are obviously uncomfortable when I mention my past.

My husband, not so much.  He doesn’t like to hear about the specifics, but he listens.  He is very soothing.  He knows how to ground me.  I have woken him up several times in the middle of the night just to hold me.

And I hate how I am still controlled by these memories to some extent.  I’m 31, I’m a professional, I’m a mother, and I’m afraid of my dreams.

Grrr…

Posted by: Mommabel | November 12, 2013

Rejection

I recently applied to be a volunteer at the crisis center that helped me.

Because I recently completed another intake (in order to take my friend to a support group, as per their policy) I was rejected because I am still considered a “client”.  Even though I haven’t been to group, therapy or anything since 2010.

That hurts.  I explained that the only reason I completed an intake a few weeks ago was in order to take my friend.  Doesn’t matter.

I just want to help others who were in my position.  That was why I was trying to get my friend to go.  That was why I completed the intake in the first place.  I was just trying to help.

This hurts.  Really bad.

Posted by: Mommabel | November 5, 2013

It’s not you…it’s him…

I am currently supporting three friends dealing with the aftermath of their domestic violence abuse history.

It boggles my mind that these very beautiful, smart, strong women can  be reduced to depression and anxiety over men that do not deserve them.

It breaks my heart that these women think that there is something intrinsically wrong with them because their exs or soon to be exs, treat them so poorly.

I was one of those women.  And occasionally, I am still revisited by those thoughts.

Part of what has helped me is being in a stable, loving relationship.  I never knew that marriage was supposed to be a partnership.  I spent all of my time trying to make him happy, to act a certain way, dress a certain way, be a certain way.  Eventually my true self got in the way and I no longer conformed to his ideal.

That’s life.  People grow.  People learn.

I am no longer the woman that I was at 25, at 21, at 19.  I grew as a person during my first marriage, and he didn’t approve.

With my second husband, he has known me since I was 14.  He saw first hand how I grew as a person and as a woman from the time of our initial friendship up to today. He APPRECIATES that growth.  He doesn’t see it as a threat, he doesn’t try to hinder that growth and change.  He EMBRACES it.  As I do with the changes and growth in him.  That is truly what a marriage is about.

My friends, I know where they have been.  The overriding thought from one of my friends right now is “why wasn’t I worth fighting for?”

Well, yes, love, you are worth fighting for.  But not from him.  From yourself.  Fight to protect who you have become, who you will be one day.  Because obviously he didn’t appreciate the lovely woman you grew to be.

His loss.  Not yours.

Posted by: Mommabel | October 18, 2013

Validation

I have started reading and writing about my experiences.  The type of book I eventually want to write will include my story with alternating chapters of information on what I was experiencing.  So I started reading about the things I went through.

Its been rough.  I have noticed a slight uptick in nightmares and other PTSD symptoms.  But I keep going.  I feel that I HAVE to do this.

I started out with “Reviving Ophelia” by Mary Pipher, Ph.D.  It was written in the mid 90s, right when I was a teenager.  It is about the plight of girls in the society of that time period.  The influences of media, culture peer pressure, etc.  I read it once when I was in high school, and reading it again in my 30s….wow.  It has helped me get a handle on what I was exposed to, how the things that happened to me were all too common.

I then went to the library and checked out books on domestic violence.  Mainly to get a feel for the types and statistics.  I read The Domestic Violence Sourcebook by  Dawn Berry.  I was shocked to read about “dating violence”.   Especially this part:

Rape and other sexual abuse is much more common, or at least more frequently reported, among dating couples. (p 139)

My heart also stopped when I read this:

There are two factors that make it difficult to stop this type of abuse.  First, many people think it is less traumatic or serious than rape by a stranger, that it is not “real rape”.  In fact, it may be more damaging to a woman’s long-term psychological health to be treated brutally and violated in the most intimate way possible by someone she knows and trusts. (p 143)

Reading that gave me a sense of validation.  I consider the abuse from #2 to be most horrific.  The degradation, the forced sexual acts, the humiliation.  I have heard from many people, close family and friends included, that I should just “get over it” or “it was so long ago, how come it is still causing you problems?” Reading it in print, that this form of abuse is frequently reported and considered more damaging, helps me realize that I’m not crazy.  That I’m not overly sensitive.  That there isn’t something wrong with me because I can’t just “get over it”.

My body was violated.  My soul shattered.  I was abused by three people I trusted.  Two were people I thought I loved and who I thought loved me.  One took vows in front of our family and friends to love, honor and respect me.  No wonder I have been messed up for 16 years over this shit!!

Further validation came from the book “Invisible Scars:  How to Stop, Change, or End Psychological Abuse” by Catherine Dowda:

Verbal abuse may be the most damaging, pervasive, contaminating form of violence.  it lowers our self-esteem, steals our confidence and immobilizes us.  (p 11)

Psychological abuse consists of mind games played out in a devious fashion, mostly to establish or maintain control.  it is the Chinese water torture of abuse’ usually a continuous pattern of behavior that can leave the recipients feeling like they are going crazy. (p 9)

She also describes a form of psychological abuse called “stonewalling”.  She describes it as “totally ignoring your partner or refusing to communicate” (p. 11).  She states that “the icy emotional distancing is powerful at the time and very destructive in the long run” (p. 11).

This book basically described my first marriage.  To a tee.  And my husband’s first marriage.

I am learning a lot about the abuse I experienced.  I learned that it is far too common than I ever thought, and things that were downplayed by all three were, in fact, abuse.  I learned about the games abusers play to make themselves look better or to rationalize the abuse.  And I’m also learning just how far I have come in my healing journey.

I’m now reading about PTSD, memory and intuition.  I hope to use all of this knowledge in the future to work with survivors of domestic violence.

Posted by: Mommabel | October 10, 2013

Other forms of therapy..

I have written about the role music has played in my healing journey.  Now I want to share my friend’s healing techniques.

Here is some background.  Right after I left #3, I started going to group therapy to help with my issues.  I went to group weekly for over a year.

I met a very good friend there.  We had a very similar situation.  We had both recently left (about a week apart), we were around the same age, we both had young kids.  Our abusers were very similar as well.  Both older, both very controlling. We also have a very similar history with repeating the patterns of abusive relationships (until we finally “dealt with it”) We leaned on each other that first year, and I know that her support has helped me tremendously.

She is a gifted artist.  Recently when completing assignments for her master’s degree, she used her experiences as inspiration.  Here are some of the pics of what emerged.

** Warning, these can trigger**

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Love how she used the actual chain…
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That’s her….I can totally relate to this one…

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This one is her story….written up and glued down…

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This box represents how she beat herself up emotionally.  Its in the shape of a shamrock because her son (with the abuser) was born on St. Patrick’s Day.  She keeps positive notes on colorful paper of all the good things in her life.

Healing comes in many different forms.  I am fortunate that she shared her therapeutic outlet with me.  And with y’all.

One day she is going to draw me a tattoo…

Posted by: Mommabel | October 10, 2013

Confidence

I have been sparring with #3 again. Verbally.  Via text.  He doesn’t have the guts to talk to me over the phone.  The main issue is that he contacted me a few months ago out of the clear blue sky.  No apologies, no reasons for abandoning our daughter.  He only wanted to talk about money.  Not how my daughter is doing.  Not re-establishing contact (thank God).  Mainly about the money.

At the time, it had been over six months since I had received a child support payment.  He made two payments in August, and I have seen nothing since that time.

Its not about the money to me.  My priority is securing her health insurance.  Due to my extensive health issues over the past year, I lost my job, and as a result, lost my insurance.  Right now my daughter has medicaid, but will probably be ineligible in the future (read, next month) because I started working on a contract basis.  I doubt I will ever be able to return to full time work again.  So that leaves him holding the bag for her insurance.

Apparently, he has found God.  Good for him.  But he is now using his new found religion to further abuse me, saying “God will deal with you and your kind” and going on and on about my transgressions.

Now, I’m not a particularly religious person.  I’m “reformed Catholic” if you know what I mean.  I’m pretty satisfied in my spirituality and do not feel that I have to seek outside forgiveness for the way I live my life.  The following is a response that I texted to him following his latest rant about God judging my life:

Mr. X (I don’t want to be sued),

Just for shits and giggles…what are my transgressions? What do you mean by “my kind”? As I see it, I left an abusive marriage. Emotionally, psychologically, financially abusive marriage with an alcoholic. I made a new life for myself away from all of that. I ensured the emotional and physical well being of a child you never wanted. I tried to actively keep you in her life. So what did I do wrong?

So far, no reply.  I’m not holding my breath.

The fact that I felt confident enough to send him something like that shows how far I have come since I left.  Before I was terrified that he would come after my daughter.  He would threaten my person, my family, my professional license.  But now, so what?  He is 1500 miles away.  I have no plans of EVER seeing him again.  And judging from my daughter’s recent statements (“if I ever see him again, I’ll call him a poopy head”), I don’t think she will be inviting him to her graduation or wedding.

He did mention that he was starting proceedings to terminate his parental relationship.  Good.  The faster I can change my daughter’s name to her bonus Daddy’s, the better.

End of current rant.  Thanks for reading.

Posted by: Mommabel | October 4, 2013

You can’t save everyone..

I learned this lesson a few years ago.

I was working with a mainly rural, mainly Spanish speaking population, and my translator would often ride with me to the visits.

She is older, mom to two teenage boys.

I told her my story and she told me about how she was planning, long term, to leave her abusive husband.

I gave her the info, the numbers, the statistics.  She would relate horrific stories to me week after week.

One day when I picked her up, she was covered in bruises and cuts.  She had a black eye, a split lip.  A nasty gash on her leg.

She said that they had visited friends over the weekend.  These friends lived out of town.

In the middle of the night, she got up to use the bathroom, and saw that her husband wasn’t in bed with her.

She went looking for him.  She found him participating in a three way with the other couple.

She was asked to join.  She refused and ran out of the house.  He chased her down and beat the hell out of her for “insulting” him by not agreeing to participate.

She didn’t go to the hospital, they were in the middle of nowhere.  I did take pictures and document her injuries for her if she ever decided to press charges.

By the time I left that job she was still with him.

I am facing this issue with another friend.  At least this friend has already left.  But she is still entertaining the idea of “working things out”.

This man has beat her before, is currently stalking her and brainwashing her son (who is 16 and elected to stay with his adoptive father).  She is a smart woman.  One of the strongest people that I know.  But she still says she “doesn’t want to be the one to end it” because she doesn’t want her son to be mad at her for breaking up the family.

She recently found out that he hacked her email account and forwarded her private emails with her lawyer to his email address.

I have been through this.  I left a man who never once hit me, but who threw things at me, intimidated me, used his physical size to get me to back down during arguments.  He also cheated on me.  I knew it was only a matter of time before his violence escalated.

I am having a hard time conveying this to my friend.  Men like these don’t change.  Ever.

I honestly told her that I don’t want to bury her.  That she is in a very dangerous situation.

This recent event has been triggering me severely.  My husband is concerned about my involvement.  I had an appointment at the local women’s shelter today to get back in to therapy.  My friend cancelled her appointment.

I hope she heeds the warning of me, her parents, and every woman who has been through this.  We know.

We know it won’t change.  We know that it will get worse.  We also know how much better it can be when finally safe and away from the constant threat of violence (real or implied).

Every aspect of my life is so much better.  I’m healthier (in some ways), I sleep better, I actually like myself, I have my confidence back.  I am by no means forever cured.  That very dark period in my life deeply scarred me.  But I know that I am worthy of love.  That I deserve a mutually respectful relationship.  That I am not the cause of all the wrong in the world.

I just hope that my friend sees the light.  Before she really “sees the light”.

Posted by: Mommabel | September 29, 2013

Facebook

I have an interesting relationship with Facebook.

When I started using FB, in 2008, it was (and still is sometimes) a trigger.

I wasn’t aware of the mass amount of SHARING that goes on.

I didn’t realize that the majority of my friends from high school were friends with one of my abusers (#1).

A former classmate married and divorced #2.

Suddenly, looking at pics, trying to catch up with people I hadn’t talked to in a long time became problematic, every time I saw that my abuser and his wife were commenting on the same things I was looking at.

Just seeing his name was (and is) enough to stop my heart.  Only temporarily now, thank God.

So I figured out how to block.  And block I did.

I occasionally “see” #1 in the pics of friends, but I am aware of his circle of friends and am prepared.  I tell myself “if you take a look at this person’s pictures, you have a chance of seeing him”.  That usually helps, and I’m not hurled into horrific memories if I’m aware of the possibility.

Recently, FB has been a source of healing.  The site “Healing from Complex trauma and PTSD/CPTSD” has been a wonderful source of information and support.  Here is a link to their blog.  The memes and quotes and information this person posts is absolutely phenomenal.

I also follow one of the women I credit for getting the word out there about IPSV and the dangers of teenage sexual assault/abuse:  Aphrodite Wounded.  Louise’s site was the first that made me aware that what happened to me was wrong, illegal and unfortunately very common.

I plan on posting a “links” page soon to round up all the info that has helped me over the years.

The main point of this post is to make y’all aware that I started a FB page for this blog.  You can find it here.

It is just easier for me to share and post the memes and other nuggets of info that I find on FB to that site.

This site will continue to be my major forum for discussion of my healing journey.

Thank you for the support.

Posted by: Mommabel | September 25, 2013

Anniversary…not the good kind..

Nine years ago today, I married #3.

At the time, I thought it was a good idea.  I thought he loved me, I felt secure.

But I was 22 and blatantly ignored all of the screaming red flags that signaled that it probably wouldn’t work out.

On our wedding night, I had a migraine.  It was the combination of the stress from the huge wedding and the one mixed drink I imbibed.

Instead of understanding about my situation, bringing me meds, turning down the lights, I was made to have sex.  Because “its our wedding night”.

Never mind that we had already been living together for two years at that point.  Or the fact that it was his second (my first) wedding day.

Nevertheless, I learned some valuable life lessons during my first marriage.  I learned what I will never accept in any relationship ever again.  I learned that marriage should be about love, trust and understanding.  Things that are practiced daily in my second marriage.

I became stronger as a person.  More confident in myself and my abilities and my worth as a person.  

When I had my last “text” argument with #3, I actually thanked him for the sperm.  Because it helped to create the most wonderful gift I have ever received.

Although I look back on this day with regret and some sadness, I am also very grateful.  I would never be where I am today without walking down that aisle.

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