Domestic Violence Awareness Month: The Impact of Emotional Abuse
There is no agony like bearing an untold story inside of you.” Maya Angelou
October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month. I’ve wanted to address the subject of emotional abuse for some time on my blog. I recently made a couple of new friends and heard their stories, and it’s prompted me to share some difficult things with you.
I experienced verbal and emotional abuse from my father as I was growing up. I was (and am) very sensitive and very emotional. At home, I was consistently made to believe that I “shouldn’t” feel hurt and that I cried for reasons that didn’t seem necessary. There is evidence of the effects of that abuse before I entered elementary school. From a very young age, I learned how to keep from crying. I was an easy target and a magnet for bullies, and I very rarely told anyone, even close friends, if they hurt me. I just learned to keep it all inside. If I mentioned being hurt, there was a better than average chance I would have my feelings invalidated. So everyone else’s feelings became more important than mine.
Because of the invalidation and shaming that I received both at home and at school, it contributed to my ability to see and recognize pain in the eyes of others. I can remember as far back as third grade seeing the hurt in a friend’s eyes even though she was keeping up a pretty good facade of strength and normalcy and becoming a confidant to her as her parents were getting divorced. I wasn’t afraid to ask anyone if they were okay, because their pain was so obvious to me.
Perhaps because teachers had noticed the strong sense of empathy and intuition I possessed, the principal at my elementary school recommended me for the privilege of attending a week long summer camp after my 6th grade year. I’m not sure if my parents were aware at the time, but this camp was for children who had been badly abused. A number of “regular, fine, upstanding, normal, good” children were placed in each cabin to provide some sort of balance. While it was a very important event in my personal development, I was exposed to the reality of children experiencing all forms of abuse, and being an ear, a shoulder, a support as they told their stories. Maybe the camp counselors didn’t expect little middle school girls to bond, to stay up talking late into the night about what they’d been through (physical abuse, pot smoking, alcohol, incest, and rape), but they did. Many of the names and faces of the girls in my cabin, and their stories, are still seared into my memory.
By the time I started high school, I had a number of girlfriends as well as two guy friends confiding in me about their parents being physically, emotionally, and verbally abusive. I’d learned how to validate their emotions, and gently inquire, allowing them as much freedom as they wanted to share their stories. I was told by one of the guys that men really do want to talk about their feelings, and how rare a girl I was to invite that honesty and keep their secrets. I became aware that both genders suffer abuse and feel the same deep levels of pain, but that guys learn quickly how to blow it off with a joke, with distraction, or disguise it with anger to preserve their dignity and masculinity.
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As I’ve gotten older, some of those same male and female friends have endured a history of relationships that involve verbal, emotional, psychological, sexual, and physical abuse. The patterns that were set in their childhood were left unchecked, and never addressed in counseling or therapy. Their childhood experience made them more willing to accept being treated poorly by romantic partners. They had a skewed sense of their own worth as well as what was “normal” respect, dignity, and love. That same thing happened to me. I dated men who were abusive in the same subtle ways my dad was: controlling, emotionally neglectful, invalidating, critical, and shaming. A pattern I never noticed until I left my ex. During my 13 year marriage, I didn’t really notice the abuse. It was just something I was enduring, surviving, it was my life, and I didn’t really question it. Does this surprise you? How many women do you know who have stayed in abusive relationships? And why do they stay?
While I’m specifically addressing emotional abuse, anyone being beaten is surely also being emotionally abused. They stay because emotional abuse is like brain washing. It systematically wears away at a victim’s self-confidence, their sense of self-worth, their trust in their own perceptions of reality, and their self-concept. Whether it’s constant berating and belittling, intimidation, or spoken under the guise of “guidance,” “teaching”, or “advice,” the results are the same. Eventually, the victim of the abuse loses all sense of self and any remnant of personal value evaporates. Emotional abuse cuts to the very core of a person, and it creates scars that can be far deeper and more lasting than physical scars. The insults, insinuations, criticism and accusations slowly eat away at the recipient’s self-esteem until they are incapable of judging the situation realistically. The victim takes full responsibility for the abuse, and their self-esteem is so low that the victim clings to the abuser, feeling as if there’s nowhere else to turn. (The original source has been deleted, but here is the site for attempting to give proper credit.)
Men stay for the same reasons women stay: hoping they can change their partner, minimizing the abuse they suffer, taking guilt on and believing they deserve the abuse, to protect their children, to not bring shame to their family, etc. While almost all abuse statistics will show that men abuse more often than women, women do abuse men.
In 100 domestic violence situations approximately 40 cases involve abuse by women against men. And the true statistics of female violence toward men may never be known because the incidents are underreported due to the shame and stigma associated with being a “battered man”. Very rarely do men fight back. They’ve been taught from an early age to not hit women, to not yell at and disrespect women, as well as to “take it like a man” when they’re in an argument and things turn ugly. Be strong, stand your ground, don’t run away like a pansy, and never let anyone see you cry. I don’t think I could speak more eloquently about abuse toward men than this article does.
We’re all human. We all get scared; we all feel rejection, pain, and hopelessness. Being in an abusive relationship doesn’t mean you were ever weak. You survived any way you could, you endured levels of heartache and experienced things that many people will never understand. Your mental and emotional strength are exceptional. And removing yourself from an abusive situation and telling your story is both brave and healing.