UPDATED FOR 2024. Last week, Lovefraud posted a letter from “Cybil,” I did not choose this guy. Here’s more of her experience about “things people say.”
I’ll call this, “Things people say, part II.” This is the other one that bugs me: “You’re paranoid.” I always have a good 24 hours of self-doubt before I realize they’re the ones that are nuts, not me. I know a lot more about what crazy stuff is out there in the world than your average, never-tangled-with-a-sociopath human does.
I just went to a seminar of a national expert on how domestic violence leads to murder, especially for women. Over and over he said, “Trust your instinct.” He told the audience to take women seriously when they have these stories (like those on this blog) and that if she is a co-worker you should elevate these stories to security for everyone’s safety because it could easily become a workplace shooting.
Paranoid
But continually I have had people in my life say I am paranoid since my ex came into my life. HE used to tell me I was paranoid. Crazy. Hysterical. Depressed. I wasn’t. I was living in a psychological and physical war zone. People who survive sociopaths have survived wars. The people on the blog are war-buddies.
The funny part is watching how the people who told me I was paranoid act when their blinders fall off. Like my parents, every few weeks another blinder falls off. When the death threats came in, they were in shock and they never said, “You told us so,” but they started taking things a bit more seriously and realized that when they told me I was paranoid that he was going to kill me (Well, yes, he hit you, he lied to you, he had an arrest record, but he’d never kill you. He’d get in trouble. He’s not that stupid), they were wrong. The sad part is watching them go back into denial as the “living with death threats” thing starts to become routine.
A strange event happened the other day. I called the police. My parents say: You know that was just a random thing that happened. You’re paranoid.
Really?
Responsibility
I am going to start telling people in my life, you are not allowed to tell me I’m paranoid or that I chose this guy. Not only is it horribly deflating, it goes to the heart of what I am healing from and getting stronger by.
When people tell me “You chose him,” they are telling me I have to take more responsibility, but taking more than my share of responsibility for what happened is what kept me in the bad relationship longer than I should have been. Because I started to believe it was my fault, because he told me it was my fault. If I could just fix me, then maybe he wouldn’t have to get so crazy and mean. It took me several years of dangerous experimenting with every “me” I could be, to realize it wasn’t ME. Yeah, I don’t have a problem taking responsibility and I don’t need help taking more.
When people tell me “You’re paranoid,” they are really questioning my instinct and telling me not to listen to it. I am a year and a half out from living with an abuser and a gaslighter; I am largely over the hyper-alert period. I know what I feel. Doubting that was also what kept me in the bad place: Maybe he is telling the truth, maybe he did do that for my own good, maybe I am being too judgmental, maybe I should give him another chance. Not doubting my instinct to walk out that last time was what let me walk out!!!!
I’m not going back there. Not even in a mental sense.
Learn more: Beyond betrayal — how to recover from the trauma
Lovefraud originally posted this story on Nov. 27, 2010.
Well. I am very lucky to have had ‘Norman Rockwell’ parents.
I think having ‘Norman Rockwell’ parents is a blessing. Not something to make fun of. My folks are in their 80’s, smart and strong, and are my best friends. I am a lucky, lucky person to have such support.
I think what i have been trying to say is no matter what our backgrounds are, we have all been fooled by spaths. It’s not funny…it is tragic and raw and real. we need help to heal and move on. it’s not something to revel in over and over.
I still don’t carry a gun, But I do have a weapon by my side. I have not slept in my bed after 2 years…I sleep on the couch because it’s near the center of the house.
When i see frightened women and men here, I try to direct them to facilities that can help….immediately.
When i need to talk about my fear, I do not feel that I am important here on lovefraud. With the PTSD, I cannot always relay my story adequately. I just can not find the words. I do not feel like my fear and anger are welcome here.
Sky-it is so true about the gift giving from these folks. I have a coworker who is a socio and he is falling over himself trying to help me out all the time-including moving to my new place. He wants people to think he’s being nice cuz I’m a single gal but it’s all to test me out to see if he can get with me. He is married and blatantly admits to me that he cheats on his wife and has no conscience about it. Before of those bearing gifts. I will be paying to hire some moving guys instead of taking him up on his “help”. I sure don’t need a socio in my new place, cuz then I may have to fumigate or burn the place down to get the evil out! LOL
nolongernaive,
That is a good decision, and when we are “independent’ of them they can’t use their “generosity” against us….and they will if we allow it! Beware of Greeks bearing gifts! Remember the Trojan Horse!
Jazzy –
excuse my Australian ignorance, but what are “Norman Rockwell” parents? x
jazzy – you have to stand up for your fear and anger. be direct. write it out as best, you can and see what happens.
time to step up.
aussiegirl – well known illustration by American illustrator, norman rockwell
http://www.artchive.com/artchive/R/rockwell/rockwell_want.jpg.html
Dear Aussiegirl,
Rockwell is one of my favorite illustrators, (more so than JUST an artist) his pictures each told a STORY…and the theme to most of them was this wonderful “family” and “small town” atmosphere of everyone loves everyone, picture perfect families and themes.
His pictures were usually magazine covers or illustrations etc. Very “American” and very familiar to people of my age to the point that he is almost an icon of American “family”–all myth of course! LOL