Editor’s note: This article was submitted by Steve Becker, LCSW, CH.T, who has a private psychotherapy, hypnotherapy, and clinical consulting practice in New Jersey, USA. For more information, visit his website, powercommunicating.com.
You really need to admire yourself for surviving an exploitative relationship. I say this very seriously, not flippantly. We all, of course, hope to minimize our involvement with exploitative individuals. But in the course of life, as we know, that’s not always possible. It is vital, therefore, if you’ve been victimized by and/or are recovering from involvement with an exploiter, to fully, genuinely appreciate (and remind yourself constantly) that you are indeed strong, impressively strong, because only the strong survive exploitation.
Many clients with whom I work (really, most people, I think) tend to see personal strength and insecurity; personal strength and low self-esteem, as incompatible. They balk at the idea that you can be a very strong person and insecure at the same time; that you can be a very strong person even with low self-esteem. For instance, when someone violates you (especially chronically) and you don’t defend yourself properly, the tendency is to attribute your failure at self-protection to “personal weakness.” The thought is something like, “If I was a strong person, I wouldn’t have let that abuse occur. I’d have asserted myself, defended myself, drawn the line.”
But it’s not personal weakness that explains the failure to protect your boundaries; it’s more often a lack of clarity, in knowing precisely what your boundaries are, and precisely what constitutes an unacceptable violation of them. Victims of sustained exploitation/abuse aren’t personally weak, quite the contrary. My experience has affirmed again and again how remarkably strong and resourceful most of them are. What they lack, however, often is a clear, secure sense of their boundaries; this insecurity of boundaries leaves them vulnerable to compromising themselves. After all, you can’t assert and/or protect your boundaries unless and until you’ve established them very clearly and securely (in your mind).
This explains what for many can seem so confusing and dichotomous: how a victim of sustained exploitation/abuse can, on the one hand, lobby so effectively for others’ interests, while, with respect to her/his own, appear stuck in circumstances he or she would counsel anyone else to reject and escape.
But I restate: You can’t protect your interests if they aren’t, in the first place, clearly defined. And you can’t defend your boundaries if, on any level, you’re uncertain, or ambivalent about, what they are. This disadvantaged position helps explain how an otherwise strong, resourceful adult can find her/himself tolerating and enduring the meanness and nonsense of a defective partner.
When my clients who have been in exploitative relationships discover confidently their boundaries, they often feel sad, on one hand, not to have done so sooner; but thrilled on the other to find themselves, as if miraculously, just as skilled at protecting their own interests as they’ve always been at protecting others’.
It’s a kind of bittersweet discovery. The bitter part, if grieved properly, is usually short-lived; the sweet aspect is long-lasting.
I love you too, Bevvy
You are so special to me, you know? You have found a big place in my heart and I won’t let you go, you hear me?
Damn, I’m so very, very sorry for this newly discovered pain and suffering you are going through. I so wish I was there to hold and comfort you, because that is something I am most excellent at doing!
And, doll, you are so wonderful at offering tremendous comfort and support to others. Let me, Henry, Oxy offer YOU the love, caring and compassion that you so rightly deserve.
I can’t leave this site knowing that my friends, and new members of LF are hurting. It bothers and angers me immensely. Not that you are hurting but that someone is hurting you. Treating all of you like less than you are.
That really pisses me off!
Love and huggs to Bevvy, my dear friend
Hiya JaneS. God only brings us pain for a purpose, so although Its difficult, I open my arms to it, because I know it will be cathartic (spelling?). The man who emailed me about the reunion said, he wants to place a plaque (on the building) to all the children who were there and that initially (it is now a posh hotel) they did not want us to be there and wanted us to pay £600 for using the ballroom for 4 hours, but he persisted and now they let us have it for free. Jane, No pain enters without a reason, God protects us and introduces what we need to learn, when we need it – who am I to question. But sweet, I have so much good feeling towards you. I just downloaded a lovely track by Samantha Jones called Angel Love.
Jane & Henry. When I was abit younger, I read books that said that the spiritual path gets harder as you get older – this is it. God is very benevolent and would never allow us to deal with more then we can handle. God Bless you.
JaneS – No, I misquoted, it is Samantha James.
JaneS. I guess its time to come face to face with my haunting memories. I hadnt thought about it for such a long time, I took my daughter there about 2 years ago and it was strange to see her walking in the same places where I walked as a child, but I would have never contemplated giving her away at 6 years old – if I did anything right – it was that.
Yeah, I know that the Lord is guiding us with His loving hands and that pain serves a purpose in helping us to grow even more closer to Him, to be able to love Him and his awesome creations on Earth.
But I am still going to be furious at the emotional pain and financial devestation that humanoid predators inflict continuously on such wonderful, generous, loving, caring people as to make my blood boil!
I am not only victorious in winning my life back from their evil clutches but I want to be there to defend and protect others still in thrall, still inprisoned by their sick twisted charms.
I’ll calm down soon……maybe…haha.
Peace, love and hugs to ALL of the LoveFraud fellowship and the sweet folks who read this site daily. I see you, ya know. I can feel your loving spirits through my monitor. Come share and learn with us. Your time for healing and recovery starts today!
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Dearest JaneS. I think when I came into this incarnation, I said to the Lord ‘I want to make progress – give me the hard route’. So be it. Bless you JaneS. I feel your warmth and support. Love and hugs.
I have moment’s of total despair, thinking how he left me here alone, then I will think I am so lucky he is gone, it goes back and forth like that. Now his new victim is haunting me, I see them in my mind as happy and in love – and laughing at me…………….
Henry, Stand strong, Henry, you know that however triumphant they may seem to be at present – that in your wisdom, humility and your grace (and I know you have it), you will benefit I the end. You also know, that knowing what your ex is like, that they wont really be all happy and in love, you know it will be a five second wonder and you want something more wholesome and long lasting than that – you said thati n your previous posts – you put that out for the world to see – and you must stand by what you said to bring forth what you said. Love to you Henry.
Dear Dear Bev,
Maybe this is the time for you to confront this deeply buried pain and come to acceptance and peace with it. Even as a child you felt grieved by being abandoned there for so many years. Until we go through the “stages of grief” and come to acceptance with those feelings they sit there and sort of “rot” is the only word I can think of and undermine the rest of our lives.
In that movie I watched the other night, There will be Blood, the main character, a P named Daniel, sent his son on a train after the child had become deaf, and he lied to the boy about staying there, “he’d be right back” of course the train took off and the boy saw him walking away out the window. When he did get the boy back some time later (I’m not sure if it was months or years) the boy came up and hit him in the face.
I am sure too that when your mother came to get you you were both relieved and glad and also probalby wanted to do what the little boy did to the Daniel character. To scream at her and say “WHY did you do this to me?”
I knew a man when I worked in Africa, an american. Intelligent etc. But one day he had just walked out from his family. Left without anything except a suit case. No good bye, nothing. He had a son age 10 or so and a daughter age 2. Years later in the states, the son came to have dinner with me, wanting to know about his father, why he left, and so on. I sat there at that table and it was almost like having dinner with the father (20 yrs before) the son looked just like his father had at that age, but his eyes were dead some how. I saw the damage his father’s desertion had done to him. I hand’t realized at the time the father told me how he had left (I was 18 at the time I heard the story) just how DEVESTATING A THING HE HAD DONE. I actually believe the father thought he was being “kind”—he wasn’t a P or a mean man. He just had had all he could stand of his wife. He left her well off financially and the kids were well cared for, but he didn’t realize what he had done to them emotionally.
I remember how curious I was about my bio-father, how I wanted to get to know him. He had only visited me one time when I was age 2 and I barely had a memory of that.
I think sometimes parents don’t think children are “people” or that they can just “get over” missing a parent or bond to another one, or be put in “cold storage” until they have more time for us. Or, sometimes, they are like your mother, mentally or emotionally ill and can’t take care of us, but the abandonment issues that are left are horrible to the child.
My own kids had to deal with this abandonment when their mentally ill father abandoned us but they still had me, it wasn’t like it was with you, being put in your “beatiful prison” with no one for comfort.
Maybe being there with other people who were also placed there for various reasons will help you heal that inner little girl who has been in so much pain for so long. ((((hugs)))))