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.)
“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?
We’re social animals, and I think some need for external validation goes with that. If we aren’t at least willing to accept some external input, we’re pretty sick.
On the other hand, some of us are just too concerned about what others think. I can’t get over how much I wanted other people to like me and think I was a good person. Now I try hard to ask myself what I think of people once in a while, instead of always worrying what they think of me.
I recently organized a group field trip to the Surry Nuclear Power Plant for local home schoolers. By local home schooling standards, it was a big success. The weather was perfect. The Nuclear Power Plant Education Center Staff rolled out the red carpet and treated the kids to a really good educational program. About 80 people partipated. I overheard several ladies whining because the thought a tour of the actual nuclear power plant was what I had promised them. (Nuclear power plants are major terrorist targets. Since 9/11, virtually impossible to do anything like that. These gals were on crack!) The old Elizabeth would have let their remarks ruin things for her. Not me. I hope those silly wenches get really mad and boycott our next event! No way was I going to waste my breath trying to make them like me or see reason. They had been treated royally, yet they still whined. Whatever!
I plan on being party to many more similar field trips. The whiny campers are invited too, but I don’t care if they’re happy or not and I don’t care that they’ll never like me. We’re goin to have a great time cultivating joy with the people who know what to do when there’s joy to be had.
Looking back, I can’t believe I used to do back flips trying to get everyone to like me. What was I thinking?
Ox Drover ^ Above was addressed to you. Sorry, I got stoopid and 4got to type your name 1st!
I’ve gotta go torture children. They have to double up on their work today ’cause they’re taking 2morrow off from academics to participate in a play, go ice skating and attend birthday parties.
Dear Greenfern,
I too was not allowed to “disagree” with the “party line” in my family. God and the Bible was used as the “final authority” (as interpreted by my mother of course) and so there could be NO dissent allowed within the family.
It was difficult for me to accept that the way my mother treated me was ABUSE, but it clearly was. Emotional abuse, religious abuse, and one case of physical abuse when I defied her at age 15, she beat me in a rage until the blood ran down my back. I realized she would have done that again if she had thought she could have gotten away with it. I could see the look in her eyes more recently that was in her eyes that night so many years ago. That look that was etched on my mind then, and repeated more recently.
I also realized that I did not have to accept HER INTERPRETATION AND VALIDATION FOR THE REALITY OF LIFE, that I could be right and she could be wrong. I also had to accept the fact that here intentions were NOT “honorable but mistaken” and accept the fact that her intentions WERE NOT honorable in any shape form or fashion. Her intentions were for CONTROL at ANY PRICE (and of course, I would pay that price by being punished if I didn’t allow her to control my thinking and my actions.)
I guess at age 62 I have finally SEPARATED myself from my mother’s apron strings, or cut the emotional umbilical cord. I can now live my own life and validate my own thoughts and actions. I do not have to be dictated to by her or anyone else.
It is amazing just how much I depended on denial of the reality of things and devalued and discarded my own soul to make it correlate with HER reality. Of course, doing this gave me the perfect venue to be abused by the Ps in my life as well. Just as I had accepted the twisted “reality” of my mother, I went on to accept the “twisted reality” of the Ps that I became involved with. It was so familiar. I listened to everyone in my world, EXCEPT MYSELF. Now I am listening to myself. It is hard work to break a lifetime habit, and to stay “emotionally sober” (like an addict with booze/drugs always “available.”) I have to work at it daily to maintain my sobriety.
I finally realized that I will never be “free” of the addiction to that former world, the world where I didn’t have to work at creating my own life. I might not have liked the life they created for me, but it was very predictable and I knew what to expect. Now that I am at the stearing wheel of my “life’s bus” I am responsible for where that bus goes, and I can’t put the blame or responsibility for the direction it goes on anyone else, just ME. But, by driving it myself, I don’t have to drive it off a cliff any more just because that is where THEY want me to drive it. I am in CONTROL, but I have to continue to work at it daily.
When someone is being gaslighted, as most victims of sociopaths are, the validation of others *is* important because otherwise you start to doubt your own sanity. I remember so many times, after talking to my ex on the phone, hanging up, holding my head and almost shrieking, “Is it just me?” I could go into the conversation sure of what I knew, sure it was the truth, but he sounded so damn sincere, so insistent, so adamant, he knew what to say to introduce doubt into my mind. And it would be normal, even healthy I would say, that if everyone is disagreeing with your view of reality to ask yourself: “Is there something wrong with me? Am I thinking clearly? Have I come to the wrong conclusions?” So while the opinion of others is in most ways not important–only if *we* say it is–to have everyone question your version of events–when you are the one telling the truth–is like being doused with whatever substance it is that arsonists use to make a fire burn worse.
OxDrover, wow!
Just as I had accepted the twisted “reality” of my mother, I went on to accept the “twisted reality” of the Ps that I became involved with. It was so familiar. I listened to everyone in my world, EXCEPT MYSELF. Now I am listening to myself. It is hard work to break a lifetime habit, and to stay “emotionally sober” (like an addict with booze/drugs always “available.”) I have to work at it daily to maintain my sobriety.
In ways, before the S, someone has had paved the way. In many cases our own parents.
I feel that the process of self validation and listening to myself is a complete re-wiring of my insides. I imagine it like a bicycle overhaul.
Sorry OxDover, I forgot the quotation marks…
Steve, this post is so important. I really like your definition of abuse. Not only did I not recognize the extreme emotional abuse I was subjected to as a child, I then, as a result, saw nothing wrong (I cringe to admit it) in shaming, laying on guilt trips, being intrusively and overly “helpful” (controlling) with my husband or family members. Thank god I limited it to that intimate circle, and did wake up. But I had to recognize what was done to me as abusive before I could recognize what was wrong with my own behavior, though I was a much, much, much toned down version of what was done to me, by about 95%.
And yes, I have always cringed a little at the labels a therapist would put on what was done to me, thinking I must have “over stated” things. But you are right. I did the opposite actually. And it was very important that the therapist did say “that was extremely abusive.”
And I was so used to “minimizing” and taking on shame, that when I was raped at age 12 by a stranger, other than the first two adults who found me, I told no one (and they didn’t either, to protect a relative), until 9 years later. It has been a long hard road for me to recognize abuse, but I think I’ve got it now!
Elizabeth,
You are so right! Yes that “have to please everyone” and have to “make everyone like me” COMMAND implanted in our brains by our “internal parents” is a powerful stimulus.
Accepting that we don’t have to make everyone like us by laying down and playing door mat is important. It is difficult for me to internalize and I have to keep working on it. It is a “tape” that is difficult for me to MUTE. Looking back at my life in retrospect, I have had periods when I could do it, and periods when I didn’t do it, didn’t even try. It was much too easy to fall back into the “familiar” patterns of looking for external approval instead of validating myself (that’s work!) I realize now I will have to continually WORK on this aspect of myself, there will never be a time when I am “free” from the “addictions” of the past any more than a cocaine addict or a booze addict, it will always call me with the Siren Song, which I must MUST stop my ears to.
OxDrover,
Here’s a chuckle for you. (By the way, I love burros!)
One day a farmer’s donkey fell down into a well. The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do.
Finally, he decided the animal was old, and the well needed to be covered up anyway;it just wasn’t worth it to retrieve the donkey.
He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him. They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well. At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly. Then, to everyone’s amazement he quieted down.
A few shovel loads later, the farmer finallylooked down the well. He was astonished at what he saw. With each shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing something amazing. He would shake it off and take a step up.
As the farmer’s neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take a step up.
Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and happily trotted off!
Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt. The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it off and take a step up. Each of our troubles is a steppingstone. We can get out of the deepest wells just by not stopping,never giving up! Shake it off and take a step up.
Remember the five simple rules to be happy:
Free your heart from hatred – Forgive.
Free your mind from worries – Most never happen.
Live simply and appreciate what you have.
Give more.
Expect less.
Enough of that crap . . . The donkey later came back,and bit the farmer who had tried to bury him.The gash from the bite got infected and the farmer eventually died in agony from septic shock.
MORAL FROM TODAY’S LESSON:
When you do something wrong, and try to cover your ass, it always comes back to bite you.
Gillian,
I remember a time when I was a hospital supervisor for a specialty hospital. We lost our wonderful director of nurses and they hired a woman who was unsure of herself, and she then hired a psychopath. The psychopath immediately began to “court” her and convinced the unsure DON (director of Nurses) that “everyone was out to get her.”
It wasn’t long before there was a MASS EXODUS of nurses leaving the hospital in a time when there was a HUGE nursing shortage. The rest of us were there and shaking our heads, validating each other, but still wondering, “Can administration be THAT stupid? Are we the ONLY ones that see what is going on?”
The rest of us hung in another six months, trying valiantly to save the hospital because the level of treatment there was dependent on the experienced nurses. But, in the end, every nurse there except one (the director of infection control) left enmass. It ended up with the psychopath getting fired, the new DON fired, the hospital administrator fired, and eventually within a year the hospital closed and sold, all because of ONE PSYCHOPATHIC BITCH.
Of course at the time I didn’t really know what a psychopath was, or WHY someone would be so MEAN, hateful, untruthful, etc. WHAT COULD SHE ‘GET’ OUT OF DESTROYING THE PLACE SHE WORKED? Looking back though I can see the pattern she used to destroy the place, to literally cut her OWN nose off to spite her face.
The only thing I ended up seeing that was “good” out of this destruction was that the highly trained staff moved on to other places and passed on their knowledge. I moved on to a better job, took several of the nurses with me and had a fully staffed unit when other units in places were running on 40% agency nurses. Many of the nurses that I worked with there at the time have kept in contact even though that happend nearly 30 years ago, it is like we have a “bond” that I never developed with the nurses in other places I worked….maybe it is a “trauma bond” that we share. I know for a fact that witch sure created TRAUMA for us and we were dumbfounded about WHY. Now it is clear to see, in retrospect. Maybe things wouldn’t have been any different if we had known then what I know now, but it would have made things a bit more “understandable” in what we were as a group dealing with, as well as individually. At the time, though, I was crushed.
I have also worked for other psychopaths and seen them persecute personnel. Knowing now what I know though, I simply left that job, even though I in some cases hated to do that, but realized I had NO OTHER choice. I either lived with it (and the stress) or I bailed, and since I had no power over these people, bailing was the only choice open. It is disappointing sometimes, but knowing you can’t “fix” it and not wasting your energy TRYING to “reason” with them, does make it easier in the long run.
I’ve paid some big prices though for NOT bailing when I should have…I hope and pray that I never “fall off the wagon again” and lose my “emotional sobriety.” Just like alcoholics, I think sometimes we have to HIT ABSOLUTE BOTTOM before we realize what “drug” we have been taking is ruining our lives and ONLY we can quit the addiction, one day at a time. (((hugs)))