by ViTheta » Thu Apr 20, 2023 3:08 pm
Trigger Warning For Mentions of Ongoing Abuse
Today we realized that the abuse never ended. That it is still on going, but coming to an end finally. We had never understood what constituted abuse. That it can be our mother's constant taking of resources and time to our father's never ending sudden need for us to do something. That never giving someone space to live can be a form of abuse. That love can be abusive and that it can be unintentional.
In what I've been writing, my main character's mother is constantly trying to make her the 'best', make her all kinds of things all the while not wanting her to be with someone, not wanting her to be herself. But I have that character's mother a partner who was the voice of reason. I didn't realize that I was writing our abuse and how this would end.
Our mother constantly took any money we made and not just what we had agreed on. The same with our father. He agreed to pay for some of his own food and such but then made us pay for it. Our mother took almost all the money we would get for our student loans. We gave without thought because we believed we needed to. Unfortunately, that often left us very little. Our mother would constantly interfere with what we wanted to do as well. She would make constant and sometimes guilt-tripping comments about the posters we would put up because we shouldn't find this woman or that woman attractive. She made us reluctant to put posters up at all after a while.
Just because abuse is not intended, it can still be abuse. We've realized that we don't have any attachment to so many things in the house, and that we need not feel embarrassed or ashamed of so much. It will take a long time for the trauma to be healed.
In the last month, we've ended up with something we don't know how to quantify. This person we have been talking to has made us realize that we had internalized the abuse to a greater point than we expected.
I realized that I'm the host not because I can handle things, but because I was the first of us to do something away from the abuse. I wrote a story that no one else had a hand in. Yes, Octavia, Bri, Beth, all of us have contributed in some manner, but I wrote it. We wrote it without interference. But I'm also the only one of us who holds the earliest memories untainted by all the eventual abuse. I can also make room and let the others out too without ego or being upset.
We're scared. We're terrified even. But we have a path forward. We can make it together.
Maybe this person we've been talking to will prove to be something more, but she knows we're a system. She knows a lot about who we are and isn't afraid or objectifying. She is also patient. She made it clear that we were perpetuating the abuse inside and that we have to work towards balance. At the very least, she is a good friend.
We have found a family too, and they are one who treats me as a person, not a crutch. They are loving. They give as much as they take. This is something we're not used to that.
We feel stronger. We feel better. There's a long road ahead, but at least we know that things can be better. I doubt that we'll ever be a single personality, but we will integrate and be more cohesive.
And when Marcus or any other bad thoughts come back, all I have to remember is 'you have no power over me.' Honestly, I sometimes thing that Labyrinth is a really good metaphor for DID and the struggle against the inner abuser.
Vi