My Own Worst Enemy

My Own Worst Enemy

Every day some part of me wishes I could go back in a time machine or something.  Not just to the day that I met him, but long before that - maybe to the age of 8 or 9.

If I changed some decisions, maybe my self worth would have been healthy when I met him. Maybe his smooth-talking wouldn’t have hooked and dragged me in.  Maybe I would have felt like I deserved more that a boy who told me I was pretty but made me feel unbalanced all the time. 

Perhaps then I’d be sitting here working confidently and not steeping in self doubt.

Edit:  Apparently I’ve already reblogged this.  I suppose that speaks to how bang on it is.

How It Feels

Part II: Emotionally Abusive Relationships

Picture the shittiest customer service job you’ve ever had. Customers are constant and you’re so overwhelmed you can’t think about yourself at all. Your personal life, your bodily needs (you don’t even get a lunch break; when was the last time you had water?) or your emotions. 

You’re expected to perform perfectly and to always keep a smile on your face, no matter what. You need to be polite and accommodating even if people are screaming at you, and even if people threaten you for no reason. 

Your boss thinks you’re an idiot and is constantly condescending and patronizing. He explains your own job to you and implies you’re incompetent, but to avoid offending him, you can’t defend yourself, you can only thank him for his ‘advice.’ He can snap at any minute and fire you, and you need the job desperately, because he has all kinds of contacts and influences in the community and will make sure no one ever hires you again. He makes it very clear that he owns you, but would never say so outright. 

You are not allowed to talk to anyone about how bad this job is, under contract. He considers it unprofessional and a threat to the success of his company, and has threatened to sue if any employees quit and talk about the reasons they quit. He has the power to make your life even worse than it is now. 

But outside the workplace, your boss is known as a philanthropist. He is generous and charismatic, and everyone constantly reminds you how lucky you are for getting the job. 

Now picture that feeling not just at work, but everywhere. This environment is your home. This person sleeps in your bed. They go everywhere with you, or demand you check in all the time. They know all your passwords. They look through your search history. They have access to everything you know and have and are. 

You still have to be polite, accommodating, apologetic, understanding, thankful. You still have to keep smiling.

Abusive parents will keep you feeling like you always have to fight to prove yourself. Any single thing you do can become a proof that you’re worthless and be an excuse for humiliation and baseless attacks, even if you do it perfectly, they will go on and nitpick and go against reason to find something wrong with it.

Another tactics they like to use is moving goalposts, meaning they will berate you saying you’ll never be able to achieve something, and once you do, well then it doesn’t matter anymore! Suddenly this thing you were supposed to be too stupid to achieve is a minor and perfectly achiveable goalpost and you’re forced to feel bad you didn’t achieve some other thing! You get nastily compared to someone else who had nothing to do with it, and you’re left feeling as if all that effort you put in to prove your worth, was for nothing, because it’s meaningless now. Also, as soon as you prove one thing they were wrong about you, they will find 10 other things you have to prove, right there on the spot. It doesn’t matter if you did something good yesterday, can you do it right this second? Can you prove you’re not going to fail something else in next 5 years? You can’t. Nobody can. It’s not a game of determination of your worth, it’s a game of diverting from your srengths, diverting from your accomplishments and pushing you into seeing nothing but flaws and weaknesses in yourself, and imaginary ones at that. No person on earth can live proving themselves every second of their lives, it’s inhumane to demand it. Nobody deserves to be attacked over their worth by their very loved ones, who are supposed to value you no matter what you are, or aren’t capable of achieving.

They do this to keep you in the constant loop of feeling desperate, incapable, not good enough for anything, and thus never realizing you’re in fact, smarter, more sane, and more decent human being than they will ever be. They wouldn’t be doing this if your achivements and abilities weren’t a threat to them, if it didn’t bug them so much that you can do things better, more efficient and with more common sense they could ever hope to gather. They’re watching you thru eyes of jealousy and desire to destroy your capability – even if they have to traumatize you to do it. Nobody should be forced to see themselves thru their eyes. Even they know they’re lying when they’re acting like they couldn’t be less impressed with you.

Silly things I was not allowed to keep on my person ( off the top of my head):

A hair elastic on my wrist.

A purse (but he'd be so angry if I wasn't wearing one and he needed me to hold his stuff.)

A jacket when he thought it was too warm.

A sweater when I said he kept the ac too high in the summer.

Sandals.

Things he required me to have:

Tame, managed hair in all potential scenarios.

A purse, but only when he needed me to hold something and I needed to anticipate that before we left. Somehow.

A jacket in case it got cool. He didn't want to have to hear me complain.

Money for the extra hydro bill in the summer when i made him turn the ac so low.

High heel sandals.

He used to tell me that if I tried to say no to sex that I was being manipulative. My witholding was "punishing" him in an emotionally abusive way.

So I'd wipe the tears off my face, take a few deep breaths and let him have whatever he wanted.

I can smile and turn on the charm and climb on top of your dick five minutes after you called me a useless cunt. I’m so good at at “ getting over it ” for you; I can swallow my pain and rage for an eternity.

you do things despite feeling afraid. you get out of bed when your mind aches. you ask for help when you need it and try not to stay inside all day. you try to talk yourself out of bad choices. you search for the good things and beauty that are hard to notice. you tell yourself that things will get better, despite feeling otherwise. you treat yourself gently, even though you’re never far from wanting to return to square one. you try your best despite feeling tired. you’ve come a long way from where you started. you want to heal and you’re getting there. that’s something to be proud of.