Dalloway wrote:naps wrote:but I'm not sure I can participate.
Of course you can! It's not necessarily only about the response but the different and oftentimes subtle forms of toxic communication. Did you feel worthless? How did they do that?
When I was mistreated as a child I thought I did something wrong,
as a teen I started to feel mistreated but kept quiet most of the time out of habit,
in my twenties I realised I would never treat someone that way and I became more and more enraged with myself I didn't went medieval on their asses. When I visited them it was super stressful to me because I wanted to confront every abusive behaviour, so to not wake up 14 days later realising it was abusive again and I didn't even notice it again. Habit can be a bitch and there isn't a nice fluffy medal at the end of your life for being a doormat.
The examples are maybe helpful, to notice similarities and to know what to look out for. I had quite a few moments of insight after I left my parental home, like 'Wait a second … that was abusive, 10 years ago … ' or 'Why did I even open the door, damnit' *winkwink*.
How would you respond today or what would your advise be for someone in the same situation (car taken away, etc.)?
Eight wrote:Even therapists from #######5 childhoods need to do things like what I'm describing![]()
It's just another way to declare your freedom. It doesn't do anyone any good to walk around with a hard ball of anger inside them. Yet we're more willing to preserve the anger, even if it's a killer, than we are to dare to touch into the sadness and grief that is under the anger.
I really like Dalloway's suggestions... a sort of roleplay thread where members share memories or situations and offer their view of it to others, perhaps with suggested lines of retort to the ongoing family script. I hope she starts a thread to do just that. Would definitely be interesting and might be really helpful.
Yeah, this all makes sense. I almost feel like I'm on the cusp of making some progress, or at least having a helpful epiphany...
...cue fear. ###$ it. I think I'll do some laundry.
