Abuse and Stockholm Syndrome

Today I was pointed in the direction of this article.  I found it to be a very interesting read.  Basically it explains why an abused person might choose to stay with their abuser.  It’s the Stockholm Syndrome.

In my case I think I suffered from this mildly.  I consider myself lucky that it was only mild.  And if I hadn’t reached what I call my tipping point, then I might still be there.  I like to think that I am stronger than that.  That I still would have left him at some point within the past year.  I knew it was only going to get worse.  The nightmares I used to have before I left our old home showed me how much worse.  I don’t think I slept at all from the tipping point until the day I checked into the DV shelter.  I dozed off and had my eyes close, sure.  But really slept?  Nah.  I don’t think so.  Instead I was either having horrid nightmares, or I was laying in a semi-conscious state of hyper-vigilance listening for a key in the lock, the door opening, foot steps coming up the stairs and his breath as he looked down on me and our daughter in bed.

I’ve been in contact with many abused women in the past year.  One thing that many of us don’t like is, “Why didn’t you leave when this first started/before now/etc?”  The answer is very complex.  And the question is very annoying because the complexity of the answer, and the requirement that we, the victim, admit we were weak, we were duped, we have been shamed.  But the above article helps to clarify why abused people don’t leave their abuser(s).  We learn to sympathize with them, how awful the world has been to them, no one understands them, they really aren’t bad people, etc.  We, the abused, do that for our own survival, much in the way that those in the original Stockholm Syndrome case did.  Did you know that one of the victims in Stockholm later married one of the captors that had held her hostage?  Another in that case set up a defense fund to assist them?  From the outside I, or most any other average person, can read that as, “What were they thinking?  Are they crazy?”  And the answer is no, they aren’t crazy.  They just formed such a strong bond with their captors to survive that once they had survived they weren’t able to break it.

And that is what an abused person generally does with their abuser.  We bond tightly to them.  At some point the abuser doesn’t even have to work so hard to keep us around.  We are so degraded, so beat down, emotionally, physically, psychologically that we might just stop trying to leave.  We might just resign ourselves to life as we know it.

I’ve had lots of time to think about this in the past year.  Abuse is a cruel trick played on one’s mind and heart.  It takes the best parts of us,our love, our compassion, our ability to forgive, our sense of reason, and turns it against us.  And we fall for it so damn often!  Really, if you look at the cycle of abuse, at the psychological profiles of abusers, it’s like they all took the same class.  They have their little nuances, but abusers have to be some of the most uncreative specimens of our species.  They prey upon all the best aspects of us using all of their worst aspects.  And then we find ourselves destroyed, forgotten and accepting of it all.  And we stay.  Or we leave and then go back, sometimes repeating this dangerous, deadly cycle more than once.

I beg anyone who reads this that is seeking a way out of an abusive relationship, whether it is a spouse, lover, or relative, find a way out.  Remember, if you can, who you were before the abuse started.  Because who you’ve became during the abuse is as much a facade as the face the abuser showed you to lure you in.

The Greatest Adventure or biggest mistake

This is one part of my relationship that I frequently consider.  I wonder what was true, what was right, what was meant to be?

When X and I had been dating for just under a year everything was beautiful.  We were happy, had a good circle of friends, but the wonderlust had gotten a hold of me and I think I in turn infected him.  We were in a small midwestern town.  He had been there for 9 years, and me for 2.  It was too small for me.  And I’m not a big fan of midwestern weather.  Almost all of my family lives on the left coast.  And that area called to me.  So we were going to move there in the fall of ’07.  We were trying to be cautious, taking our time deciding what communities would fit our lifestyle.  Then in February he came home from his job and was really annoyed.  He blurted out that he had just given his manager his notice and that he wanted us to leave in 6 weeks or so.  I was stunned.  The biggest reason for us staying until fall was some personal business he needed to tie up.  Stuff that would be really difficult to do from a distance.

But when that happened, I got over being shocked, mostly, and became excited.  I was going to get to leave this tiny town in the middle of nowhere and we could start our lives in someplace new.  I began packing up my little apartment, giving things away, spending precious time with friends I was going to leave behind soon.  I never saw it as anything but one big upcoming adventure.  At that time the economy was struggling, but nothing like it would be even a short year later.  We were going to be entrepenuers.  We had some really good ideas that probably would have worked in a different economy.  We narrowed down where we thought we wanted to live and decided we would go camp in that area while getting to know it and decide what community we wanted to live in.  We were also going to take some side trips to other places, National parks, etc just for fun.  One big adventure.  I LOVE ADVENTURE.  I’m not an extreme adrenaline junkie, but doing something with a fair element of unknown or risk, well that’s what keeps life alive for me.  I don’t think we are always supposed to live so completely within the confines of detailed plans.  Maybe I’m wrong though.

So we camped out for 2 months.  During that time we spent one night in a hotel on a beach.  We would stay for 2 weeks in most campgrounds.  A few we left early though because of undesirable elements.  X had never been to any of these places.  He’d never been past the Rockies or even seen a mountain range.  He seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself, and me.  I was pretty much deleriously happy.  I was shown such a fun, loving, sexy, adventurous, kind person.  Despite the fact that we were spending all of our time together aside from toilet breaks, we rarely had a disagreement and never any left over hard feelings.  He was the one I had been waiting for.  I had never been treated so well by another man.  I couldn’t imagine another man coming close to making me so comfortable, so happy.  We took tons of pictures of everywhere we went, of each other.  I don’t think I’ve ever felt so free or so loved in a relationship.

So what went wrong you ask?  One morning I woke up with the urgent feeling to puke.  I knew I had to move quickly.  So I sat up, unzipped my side of the tent, leaned out as far away from the tent as I could and puked a little puddle.  When it was over I laid back down and X looked at me and said, “What was that?”  In my heart I was pretty sure what that meant, but I just said, “I don’t know.”  And I didn’t know that it meant the end of the fun, the end of his kindness, the end of our love, the end of the greatest adventure.

Still Around

I’ve been thinking about getting back into my blog for a bit.  So much has happened since I last posted.  What was it, around May or something last year.  I only had internet access at the library and with a toddler that wasn’t very convenient.   So I just went on with life and fell completely out of touch with the rest of the world.  I didn’t watch any TV at the transitional housing shelter partly because I don’t watch TV, and partly because there was always drama about who got to watch what show.  And then without internet access, I just lost touch.  It wasn’t a bad thing though really.  But much has happened and now I have to play catch up so that I can get my story out there in completion.

I will say that I have been working with a mental health counselor since this past summer.  Actually it was 2, but one was employed by the shelter and I no longer see her.  But I am diagnosed with PTSD to the point that it severely limits my ability to function in public, and even in private.  The good news is that I am now receiving a monthly disability income payment.  I also received a Section 8 voucher and while I am living below poverty level income wise, it doesn’t feel like it.  I really think that having these two things will go a long way towards my recovery.

I haven’t heard from my abuser since October.  The only contact we have had since I spoke to him to tell him it was over has been through text messaging.  I still have the same phone number I had when we were together.  Not for much longer though.

I am coming up on my 1 year anniversary of freedom.  It’s only a physical freedom though.  The emotional, mental freedom won’t be truly achieved until I can function in society.  In less than a year I stayed in 3 different homeless shelters, someplace I never dreamed I would ever find myself in.  But I’ve been in my own place since Halloween.  The baby and I are adjusting, but we’ve got a long road still in front of us.

So I am here, still around.  And I’ll start filling in the gaps of my story on here.  I think it will be very healing for me.

Transisitions Incomplete

I apologize for being so completely absent from this blog for so long.  I’m still here.  Here’s the basic rundown of what I’ve been doing.

In March I spent the month out of state at my parents place.  I wanted to allow them time with thier granddaughter, and also some time for myself to try to find my way out of the blackness.  But that environment wasn’t really conducive to my healing.  It’s always strained and difficult there for me, tension with my mother and then my father in his own world as a victim.  But baby girl had a good time and they really grew closer to each other so it was worth it.

I came back to our home state in the beginning of April cuz I wouldn’t be able to get any assistance unless we were residing back in the state again.  We arrived in a new town with no place to stay and ended up in a Homeless Mission, complete with required nightly chapel.  I was miserable, felt like I was sleeping in the house of the enemy because so many of my own personal beliefs would never be accepted in such a place, so I kept much of myself hidden.

Fortunately we only had to stay there for 5 days before we were able to move into a transisitional housing place in a different town. And this is where we will be staying for a while.  I like the town so far, and am getting the counselling to help me recover from the abuse.  My counselor says I have PTSD, that I describe it during every session.  I suppose it’s true, given what I went through, how could I not be so deeply affected?

Yesterday I tried to call the abuser and tell him everything, that it’s over and that I don’t want him to return.  He was out, bar hopping no doubt.  So I’ll try again next week maybe.

I’d write more, but the baby girl on my back is becoming unhappy.  She is tired, but fighting off sleeping.  I’ll have to update the rest some other time.

Universal Arrangement and Support

That’s how some of this experience has felt.  Other times I’ve felt defeated and unsupported.  But those are the times I rise up against, the times that I won’t let hold me down for long.  No way.  I’ve got a daughter to raise and would never be comfortable doing so in this environment.  So I am leaving.  Walking away from all of the promises, any hope of the future and a happy family with X.  But I realize that was all an illusion, or maya, anyway.  All the promises of a happy future together were never real because he wasn’t being honest with who he is, and therefore could not be honest with me.  It was all an elaborate lie to lure me in to loving so deeply I’d never leave, at least not before you had your fun playing mindgames and your more physical games…. Oh yeah, I bet you had fun, laughing the whole time I was falling for you, as you stored away precious moments in your head that you could later use to assail me and crush my love.

But here is what is NOW!  Every move I have been making has been supported one way or another.  And I’ve done so much work in my time that I’ve been in shelter, working to protect P and I from your threats and violence.  I’ve still got some hard stuff in front of me, a quick few days.  But now I will be doing it from a place of comfort.  A woman that I know has invited P and I to come live with her, her husband and their daughter that is only 2 weeks older than P.  It will be so nice.  A real house with nice people and real healthy food!  I’ve been living off tuna salad sandwiches cuz the shelter is way to crazy for me to ever attempt to cook the kind of food I would like to.

But that is what I am talking about.  Out of the blue I contacted this friend to apologize for blowing her off a few months ago just as I was feeling the fingers of the impending deaths around me.  Now I have a nice place to stay in for the last few days and won’t have to be terrified to put P down on the floor cuz I know her house is clean.  I am so grateful.  I am loved and supported finally and it feels good.

An Affirmation

Somehow I came across Paul Hoffman and am subscribed to his mailing list for a weekly affirmation.  Lately those emails have been either ignored or deleted simply cuz I have limited web access and limited time.  But today, something nudged me, strongly suggested I open the one for the coming week.  I am so glad I did.

I AM on purpose with the passion in my heart
I see clearly that I AM perfect expression of absolute possibility
I know that every experience is an opportunity for my growth and transformation
Life calls out to me beautifully
Love is my language of choice
Ideas of creativity innovate my journey
I AM Ready to have it ALL

Singing The Tree’s Awake

Craziness as always.  The shelter suddenly filled up, they put a few women in hotel rooms last night.  We only had 7 women on Wednesday, and now a couple of women are having to share a large family room.  They need me to leave before midweek.  So now the pressure is on.  I wonder how the Leech and her 3 were able to stay for over 2 full months when it was full before?  She was a real piece of work.  I’ll write more about her when I actually get to write about my shelter experience.

I got my soon to be former neighbor to let me use their wireless internet so I could get online a bit.  The network I had been using in the shelter (it was unsecured) disappeared.  I’m sure it’s annoying when people do that, even so, I really need web access in this crucial time.

I took a break outside in the sun a bit ago.  It was wonderful.  Clear sky, no breeze, pure sun.  The tree that grows in my neighbors patio already has thick buds, it flowers early in spring.  On a branch of this tree, a little yellow bird was singing so loudly and sweetly.  I later saw another small bird land on a distant branch of the same tree then quickly fly away.  My little bird changed branches and kept singing.  I’m not sure if the intruder was welcome or not, though I’d like to think it was a game of love.  Many years ago I read Star Signs by Linda Goodman.  At one point she wrote of the belief that the songs of birds kind of sing the tree’s awake, encouraging the sap to rise and fill the branches.  And out come the buds.  Any early sign everywhere that winter is slowing loosing it’s grip as the sun travels back to the north again.

It was a beautiful few moments outside earlier.  I can’t convey it well here.  But it contained lots of power, hope, joy, and the feeling of having it already.  I’ve just gotta get out of here first.

Frustrated and Anxious

Ugh…. I don’t even really feel like blogging.  I think this is going to come out as a jumbled mess and I apologize ahead of time.

Frustrated and Anxious.  They have been constant companions of mine more or less since the abuse began.  How can I remove myself from thier company?  I would love to replace them with….. um, too Restless to think of an appropriate positive replacement.

Today, I made a few calls, a couple to the court advocate, the courthouse and legal aid.  Not one had anything helpful to offer me.  Legal Aid was more an info gathering call to find out how I could apply to see if they can help me.  But the other two were disappointing.  The Civil Court Clerk I spoke with suggested I go to the law library to find the information I need.  She couldn’t have frustrated me more with any other response, like I, an average citizen would be able to navigate the books in the law library well enough and quickly enough to find out what I need.  As if somewhere in a single morbidly thick book written in some arcane legal speak it would say: “If the Respondent in a case such as this is currently residing overseas, this is how you proceed with service….”  I mean really.  That is such a blow off.  I’m smart, but with a 1yo child in tow and only a few days to research this instead of packing up my old apartment….. umm, yeah.  Not happening.  I did get the legal aid request filed and will know by mail in 7-10 days.  But I don’t even know if I’ll be here or in another state visiting my family during that time.  For mailing address, I gave them the shelter’s PO Box.  But if I have to leave here in 3 days, well, that’s not going to do alot of good.  And I don’t even have a forwarding address for my mail to go to at this point.

My basic issue is that I need to serve X with the Custody papers.  The RO papers are of less concern simply because they only give temporary custody of P to me.  If I don’t get the permanent custody taken care of, then he could potentially come back and file for custody.  Since it seems possession and first to file are 9/10 of the rule in these situations, I need to be first.  The Head Civil Court Clerk seemed to think that R could not be served by mail, even Registered First Class.  I even checked with the Post Office who said that the country he is in does accept Registered mail.  So if he can’t be served by mail, and I don’t have a physical address for him, only a PO box….. then what choice do I have?  Maybe I could purchase a roundtrip plane ticket for some lucky friend of mine and send them on a quick holiday with a copy of the papers to serve X.  That wouldn’t be a problem if I had a few thousand dollars available to me to do so. And a super patient friend that could find X in a city of over a million.

Today I was downstairs voicing my frustrations with the on duty advocate.  She is not the most compassionate person, so I knew before I did it that I wouldn’t get the kind of support I truly wanted.  Mostly I was hoping that she might know of something else I could try.  She didn’t.  And she even went as far as to say that I might just have to wait for him to return so he can be served!!!  UMMM!  Wait a minute!  That is unacceptable.  That leaves P and I completely vunerable to him.  He is going to return with money from his family (if he returns).  He will not have a residence or even a job that he could be located at for service.  Then would the judge let me serve him by posting it publicly in the courthouse?

Yes, Frustrated and Anxious.  I need someone out there to help me.  Help me get this stuff done.  Let me protect myself and my precious daughter from her father.  A horrible thing, to be in a situation where a child must be protected from a parent.  But it’s the road I’m travelling and I haven’t seen the exit ramp yet.

I wish P was sleepy right now.  I’d go downstairs and sit out on the smoking porch and have a cigarette or 2.  Yuck, really.  I’ve never been a smoker, the kind that is hooked and must light up.  I’ve only turned to tobacco in times of stress and/or mourning.  So I began lighting up again in December.  And now it’s the only place I can go sometimes that is relatively quiet and always child-free.  It’s my adult space/time.  I’ve labelled it as part of my “self-care”, haha!  I hope to be done with it soon though, this part of my self care.

Happy Valentines Day

Happy Valentines Day to all those spending it without the abusers that tried to break our spirits, and always broke our hearts.  I would rather spend a million Valentines Days alone than one more day trying to not be beaten, cursed and threatened.

Blech – Valentines Day sucks anyway, it’s way too commercialized like every other holiday in the US.  I think Valentines Day should come after we have a day devoted to love of the self.  And anyway you wish to define that is fine with me.  Loving ourselves is much more important than the love of a romantic/life partner anyway.  JMHO.

I’ve Been MIA

I know I sorta dropped off the face of the earth in January.  It was with good reason and one of the biggest drawbacks to my actions was my loss of internet.

Today marks my 30th day in shelter.  I was having panic attacks and couldn’t sleep at night for the terrors that I dreamt of.  So one night standing in the middle of the kitchen mid-panic attack, I wrote myself a note.  It was January 13th.  I have the actual note, but it’s being held by chaos somewhere unknown.  Basically it said that I should remember how scared I am, how I trembled.  That I needed to get out for P just as badly as I needed out for myself.  I made myself promise to call shelter in the morning.  And I did.  Even so, the universe played with me, testing to see if I was serious or not about leaving X.  I called the shelter hotline around 10:30am and still hadn’t heard back by 3:30.  I was panicky.  So I called them again, I felt a strong urge to be out of the apartment by dark.  I told them what my situation was and they accepted us.

Shelter has been crazy yet good at times.  It’s a crisis shelter for women and their children, and it also takes single women.  The first week here can’t be described,  as there was a house that was filled to the rim by 17 children and 13 women.  I was terrified and never put P down in the public areas.  I either wore her on my hip or in a SSC, or soft structured baby backpack.  Everyone wants to touch her hands which then go in her mouth, and we’ve weathered little ones with 104 degree temps, chicken pox and other minor ailments.  She has been teething the whole time and will have an additional 4 teeth by the time we leave shelter next week.  She has only had a slight fever one day and a runny nose that lasted for about a week.  What a little trooper!

Legally, I’ve been granted an RO against X.  Through that he has no contact and no parenting time.  I’ve also filed custody paperwork giving me sole custody and him getting, at best, supervised parenting time.  I’m not doing this because of spite.  I am being so limiting of his contact due to threats he’s made of international kidnapping and physical harm upon the two of us.  None of these filings are active though as he hasn’t been served.  In fact, he is still blissfully unaware that I’ve done any of this.  He thinks things are fine between us.  I haven’t liked misleading him all this time.  Lying is not my strong suit, but when I need to protect our lives, well, it’s easier to rationalize why I’m doing so.

The good news is that he has had to postpone his return to our home city by 3 months.  His father had a heart attack years ago and hasn’t taken the steps to improve his health since.  Now apparently his heart is very weak.  The doctors seem worried.  So X is going to stay overseas with his family for the next 3 months to run the family business and help his mother with his father.  I am so glad he is doing this.  Really, I think this will allow both of us to move on in ways that are good for all involved.  Even with all that’s happened, I don’t hate him or wish him ill.  I am just done and want to go our separate ways in peace.  I am going to tell X the truth of what I’ve done to get myself and our daughter to safety and hope that his parents support me.  They asked me to do this last year at this time.  I wasn’t ready. I still held out hope that X would change back into his good self after P’s birth.  But the good guy never reappeared.  Sometimes the bad guy wore a mask to try to look like the good guy, but I could always see through that mask.  I knew the eyes of the bad guy too well, and they never contained the softness that the good guys eyes did.

So that’s the big update.  I hope to not be gone from here for such a long time again.  They let me move rooms in the shelter and now I am just barely close enough to a local coffeeshops free wifi that I can log on from my room in the shelter.  When I get to a more stable place I’ll have time to catch up with everyone else.

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