For purposes of simplicity I will be using “he” throughout this post to designate the abuser and “she” to designate the abuse victim. We can all agree that males are also abused in relationships by females.
One of the insidious (and enabling) aspects of abuse is that the abuse victim often lacks a credible witness to the abuse that is occurring (or has occurred).
“Witnessing” is the act of validating, of believing, the victim’s presentation of her trauma. It is the willingness to face, not turn away from, the victim’s experience of her experience.
The abuse victim often lacks a mature, credible witness to validate the abuse as existing as a real problem—a real problem that is called “abuse,” and not a watered-down euphemism.
Lacking this validation, she is less empowered to confront the abuse, while the abuser’s leverage is simultaneously strengthened.
One can’t confront, after all, something that isn’t identified, recognized as real.
When we speak of abuse, we are referring to the intentional use of one’s power to control, frighten, cow, shame, restrict, degrade, dismiss, humiliate, suppress, inhibit, isolate, invalidate and/or damage and destroy another person.
I routinely work cases in which abuse is occurring but has yet to be labeled “abuse.” Sometimes the euphemisms, the minimization, or the mis-identification of the abuse begin at the bureaucratic level.
For instance, I recently got a referral through an insurer who described “anger” as the presenting issue. With a little further information, I asked the referrer if “abuse” wasn’t the more relevant concern? A half-minute later, with a little more information, I suggested,“So this is about domestic violence?”
The referring agent, who probably had some mental health training, surprised me with how relieved, almost enthusiastic, she was that I’d apparently called the situation for what it was—abuse.
And so the insurance company, in seeking a provider for the client, could not “witness” for her, at this early stage of her help-seeking, the true predicament (and trauma) she was dealing with.
The culture of secrecy, shame, euphemistic language, and sometimes ignorance surrounding relationship abuse enable and sustain its subterrean status and persistence.
Abuse always is a form of exploitation. But it’s also a tactic; the tactical aim of abuse is to control, restrict, or otherwise subjugate someone. The pattern of abusive behavior defines the abuser, which shouldn’t surprise us, as the aims of abuse speak directly, and indictingly, to character.
The abusive individual chronically uses a variety of defenses—like rationalization, contempt, devaluation, denial, minimization—to support his abusive attitudes and behaviors.
The more, for instance, we devalue someone—the more contempt we feel towards someone—the more we are de-humanizing that person. And the more we de-humanize someone, the more dangerously we expand our latitude to treat (and mistreat) that person as an “object.”
A major aspect of the abuser’s mentality is an inflated sense of entitlement. The abuser feels entitled to what he wants. He doesn’t just want what he wants; he doesn’t even just want what he wants badly.
The abuser demands what he wants.
For the abusive individual, to want something is to deserve it. Anything less than the responsive delivery of what he wants (and feels entitled to) is perceived as an injustice—a personal affront.
He will then use this perceived affront as justification (rationalizing) for his punitive, destructive response.
The abusive individual sees it somewhat like this: I deserved what I wanted; I didn’t get it; now she (as the uncooperative party) deserves to be punished.
When the abuser is too cowardly to punish his real frustrator (say, a boss), he’ll bully, instead, a more vulnerable target, like his partner (or kids).
Often intense anger and abuse are assumed to be synonymous. But it’s important to remember that expressions of anger—even intense anger—aren’t always indicative of abuse, just as expressions of abuse aren’t always delivered as overt anger and rage.
Anger can nicely deliver an abusive intent; but sometimes it’s just anger, not anger as the delivery vehicle of the abuse.
Many intelligent, abusive individuals can convincingly give lip service to the wrongness of their behaviors. Some abusive individuals, who aren’t sociopaths and/or too narcissistically disturbed, can and do confront the driving factors of their abuse and make genuine amends and changes.
But many others can’t, and won’t; their narcissism or sociopathy—in any case their fundamental immaturity and pathological self-centeredness—prove insurmountable.
When I work with cases of abuse “witnessing” for the abused client is vital. Although it’s true therapists shouldn’t make a practice of diagnosing people they’ve never met, it’s also true that when clients have a story to tell of their abuse or exploitation, it would be destructive not to believe them. And if you believe their experience (and why wouldn’t you?), then failing to recognize and label it as one of abuse is to fail them.
Why would it be destructive not to believe the client? Isn’t it theoretically possible that a client could be lying, contriving, or grossly exaggerating? What about false memories? It is exceedingly rare for clients to manufacture experiences of abuse. If anything, the opposite is true: the culture (as noted) of shame, secrecy, and minimization surrounding abuse inclines clients to underreport, not exaggerate, the extent of their victimization.
Invariably, it is the abuser who is guilty of the inverse of exaggerating, which is minimizing. And from the abuser’s minimized perspective, the truth looks like an exaggeration.
In the case of the aforementioned referral, it took little time to see that abuse was prevalent. I saw this couple for a consultation. It’s always an informative, first red flag when a partner tries to take you aside before his partner has shown up to preemptively set the record straight—that is, to assure and prepare you to expect all sorts of exaggerations and misreprentations from the yet-to-arrive partner.
You know that invalidation (and gaslighting), for instance, are issues when you hear (as I did), “Trust me, Doc, what she’s gonna say, it never happened”¦at least not the way she’s gonna say it did.”
These are cases where it’s best not to trust the client.
(This article is copyrighted (c) 2009 by Steve Becker, LCSW.)
Wow!
Thanks Mr. Becker. Invalidation was rife in the abusive situation I was in last year. Worse, it spread like a cancer in the insular community I functioned in. It was very hard to negotiate a way clear of the abuse without destroying my social standing and children’s relationships at the same time. It was like trying to perform interpretive dance in a mine field.
I wish more people could pick up on invalidating tactics as quickly as you do.
In the face of almost universal invalidation, discounting and devaluing, it was all I could do to cling to the shreds of my dignity. If it were not for my husband’s unwavering support, I couldn’t have coped.
Just one person who recognized invalidation, devaluing and mobbing for what it was would have been a lifeline. As it is, I’ve come out of the experience with considerably less confidence in my community than I had previously. From here on out, anyone who wants my trust will be earning it the hard way.
Maybe that’s good. Some former friends are beginning to realize their new status is “acquintance”. They don’t seem too hurt by that, so I guess it’s appropriate. They’ve actually started to be more considerate and polite than they were previously, when I would have done anything to please.
It’s weird. I’m human, and human nature still puzzles me no end.
“Acquaintance”
Chuckle! Maybe I can’t spell it ’cause I’m new to the idea. I used to think the world was populated with friends I hadn’t met yet. I was the human version of my sweet but silly golden retriever. Now I know better. I may be late catching on, but I am catching on!
DEar STeve! GREAT ARTICLE!!!
Elizabeth: “doing interpretive dance in a mine field!” ROTFLMAO That one was WORTHY OF ALOHA,, Elizabeth! BTW, I call my cousin’s Golden Retriever a “Golden RETARD” LOL They think everyone is their FRIEND! Actually, they are not dumb, just naive.
We love our golden, but every time we com home from an outing we scan the house muttering under our breath.
“What did stupy do?” “Stupy Doo – oo, where are you?” Her name is Punkin, but she get’s called less flattering things as well – always tenderly!
In the beginning, the thing I was second most desperate for, the first being for my ex to tell me the truth, was to be believed by others. There were a few, family and close friends, who never doubted what I was saying. And they were life-savers. But I was always aware that, as far as most others were concerned, especially those ignorant about sociopaths, I could just as easily have been the concocter of events as the S.
In fact, most people, even for the first few sessions the therapist I saw (a wonderfully sweet, caring lady who was and still is essentially clueless about sociopaths), looked at me as if I were the one with the problem.
With the abuser gaslighting–which the S will invariably do–the need to be believed and validated is even more desperate. I think a person ultimately can stand the loss of just about anything, but the loss of faith in one’s mind, in one’s judgment and perception, is intolerable. On top of the abuse the S has already heaped up, this doubt, if not outright disbelief (even more likely if they know the S and not you, because the S is so damn convincing), on the part of so many is the worst insult to injury.
“On top of the abuse the S has already heaped up, this doubt, if not outright disbelief (even more likely if they know the S and not you, because the S is so damn convincing), on the part of so many is the worst insult to injury.”
You’re right Gillian. What is freakishly amazing about an S’s smear campaign is how believable they are. Particularly when the S has the personal history profile of an S, it just blows my mind that most people will nod along to his lies like bobble head dolls on the back deck of a pimp’s caddie. What’s up with that? If it weren’t so depressing it would be funny.
Thank you for posting this article. Sometimes the one of the worse things about the experience with the S is that people refuse to believe the extent of the cruelty and trauma caused by the S. The sadism of the S. I have been told a number of times after trying to explain what happened in the 7 years of being with the S, that I was acting like “a scorned woman” , I was “bitter and vengeful” “just cannot let it go”, “creating extra drama to torture myself” and “toxic”. These were the labels I was assigned because I finally had to speak the truth. These were people I thought of as my friends, yet refuse to see the truth. Well I guess the S deceived me for a long time too, so why do I expect others to see it?
I think the general public feels a lot more comfortable identifing beatings, physical violence and such abuse. People feel sorry for drug addicts, there are services for kicking a drug habit. People see children of alcholic parents and it’s clear who the victim is. Not a question.
Rape also. I mean come on, do people have to be raped in order for the public to say, violation has occurred? It is now well known that rape does not happen because the woman is dressed slutty. So why should the trauma and damage done by the sociopath be minimized and dismissed? Okay, yes, what goes on behind closed doors in private is harder to proof. But why would someone make up stories about the S? Why would we pay years of therapy after being with the S? Why would we have nightmares and flashbacks about the S? Why is it so hard for people to look at emotional abuse? Does it make people uncomfortable? Why say we are imagining it?
A weird analogy for what it was like being with the S.
It was s like being raped in the sou and spirit, in my humanity,l then killed by him. Then him staging the whole thing as suicide, after he has scrubbed away every evidence with bleach. Once my body is discovered there is no evidence of the rape, murder. Everyone writes it off as suicide.
Sorry for the morbid picture, maybe I watch too much CSI.
Maybe this is how it was in the Drew Petersen household, eh?
Elizabeth ROTFLMAO!!!
“Like a bobble head doll on the back deck of a pimp’s caddie”
YOU ARE TOO MUCH GF! I don’t know if I can stand you and ALOHA both coming up with these things, I”m an old lady and it’s difficult for me to laugh like that and not pee my pants!
Absolutely! The need for validation is so intense! I don’t know what I would have done if I hadn’t had a couple of friends and my son D that validated me. That didn’t think I was the crazy one. Even now, with my mother’s abuse, it is difficult to realize that no one outside the family in the community validates what is going on.
I AM very fortunate though that I have a network of CLOSE friends that are very supportive and my two sons, C and D, as well as my step sons and step daughter. I am SO BLESSED that I have ANYone that validates me, but the thing I had to learn most though, is that MY OWN VALIDATION is truly all I need, although the other is NICE it is not essential. Learning to VALIDATE MYSELF, my own reality, has been an important thing for me.
AT FIRST though, the external validation was the “training wheels” that kept me upright. When I was learning to set boundaries I would “validate” that my boundaries were reasonable by discussing it with my son D, but eventually I got to the point that his validation of my boundaries was not necessary, as I gained more confidence in myself.
That overwhelming NEED for validation external to ourselves I think is one of the things that I have had to WORK on. I CAN and SHOULD be able to validate my own reality, but it was a SCARY thing to do. I was so afraid of making a “mistake” and “doing something wrong.”
Why was I so afraid of doing something wrong? Why did it terrorize me that I might be “unkind” or “hurt someone’s feelings?” “Not be perfect?”
I finally got it through my head though, that those people who are “distant” to the fray really don’t give a rat’s behind, or if they validate the P or the abuser, they are misinformed, so what difference does it make? They don’t pay my rent, they don’t make a car payment for me, they aren’t my bosses, so what’s the big penalty if they believe the abuser and not me?
What have I lost? In truth, NOTHING IMPORTANT. Like Elizabeth said, they are/were not friends, not in the sense of the word “friends” that has any real meaning.
OxDover
I do find it hard riding through the discomfort of lacking external validation. I have been practicing it though…I just keep telling myself “hold it-hold-it, let me ride through the discomfort, do not panic, I will still be the same person when I come out at the other end”
Growing up in a family where I had to guess the adults wishes, moods and expectation, I have hard time holding my ground in disagreement. I have become better at it.
When I stand up for my opinion, I have a feeling that flashes through me; a fear of being rejected perhaps. What I am learning that in a truly democratic realtionships and frienships you can say no and disagree and still be respected.
For most people this might seem natural, but for me it’s a new learning experince.