It has been a while since I have posted. It has been a very busy period of time. In April, I had a huge emotional trigger that sent my life spinning. This showed me that I had some deep emotional trauma that was demanding to be heard. I realized that I needed help with this. So began my struggle into finding a counselor that not only accepted my insurance, but who was also familiar with Autism and was trauma-informed.
With the help of my son’s counselor, I was able to find a suitable counselor for me. I have now been officially diagnosed with Complex-PTSD and it has been officially determined my ex-husband’s treatment of me is the primary cause.
My counselor has helped me realize that I do have a lot of skills. These skills have kept me alive up until this point. What has happened is that I am now in this gray area where my skills are no longer working. I need different skills to help me move forward into the next chapter of my life, one that is free of domestic abuse.
I am still scared. I want him out of my head, but this is going to take time. According to counselor, my neurology has led to my memories being stored in separate protective bubbles rather than in an interwoven web. These bubbles leak and interfere with everything else in my life. This has led to my previous attempts at counseling to fail, because (1) no one realized I was autistic, (2) no one saw that I was in an abusive marriage and I did not have the appropriate words to understand what was happening to me, and (3) traditional forms of trauma therapy does not work when memories are stored in the way mine are.
It has been 12 years since I last was in counseling. I was diagnosed with PTSD 15 years ago due to a medical trauma. Over a period of three years, I was traded amongst five different counselors, was put on 10 different anti-depressants, five different anti-anxiety medications, and three different sleep aids. Nothing worked and I had paradoxical effects from the various medications. It was finally determined that there was no point of me being on the medications, so I was slowly tapered off. Counseling ended around the same time. Another five years would go by before I was officially diagnosed with Autism, Generalized Anxiety Disorder, and Social Anxiety.
I have known I am autistic for about seven years now. I also know now that I am a domestic abuse survivor.
It has now been officially determined that both my children exhibit signs of PTSD as well.
All three of us are autistic. All three of us present differently. All three of us have been harmed by a covert narcissist who used passive aggression as a weapon, but who can also be incredibly charming, particularly to those who are not his target. It can become extremely difficult to get people to believe you that you are being harmed when there are no visible bruises or broken bones.
I do not know what it is like to be in a healthy relationship. My children do not know what it is like to have a supportive adult male figure in their lives. I married what I knew. I already had the skills to survive with someone like my ex-husband, because I had grown up in a similar environment. He felt like home to me and I didn’t understand why.
My counselor is helping me find self-acceptance. I am still disappointed in myself. I don’t understand why I put up with all the bullshit for so long. We were married for 15 years. He has been with six other women over the past six and a half years. The first three were during the last two years of our marriage. My children and I already knew about the sixth girlfriend, so it was quite a shock to me that the letters he sent us in April to declare her presence in his life had such an impact on me. I fell into panic that ebbed and flowed for weeks. He knew just how to hurt me. His letters were full of invalidation and denial of all the harm he had caused, not just to me, but to our children as well. Once again he made me feel worthless and no good.
Logically, I know that I have a lot of worth, but my heart is still struggling with all the internalized ableism that I was subjected to for so long. The thoughts are not my own. The thoughts that haunt me were put there by others who did not see my worth and sought control.
I was to be kept in a box of their making and contained under their authority. My needs and wants did not matter. I was expected to comply with their wishes and not assert myself in any way.
But I did . . .
I fought back . . .
I broke out of the box, but my wings are damaged and it is going to take longer than I expected to heal.
The second attempt at visitations ended a long time ago. My children have stopped talking to their father. They won’t even call him “dad” anymore. My son refers to him as “my father” and my daughter refers to him by his first name.
Yet, he still periodically, out-of-the-blue, sends letters to our children that are short, unemotional, and invalidating, but at the same time claims that he loves them. I believe he feels something for the kids, but I wouldn’t call it love. Love is a verb and he has no idea how to love the kids. Whenever he claims that he loves them, it is like a slap in the face. They don’t believe him.
Emotional abuse is a very real thing and it has life-long effects on people who have been subjected to it. It is important to believe people when they say something is not right. An abusive marriage takes time to build. This process is slow, insidious, and can happen under the radar. I am only now learning just how deep and damaging the trauma was that I was subjected to. I only now understand that I was subjected to not only emotional abuse, including verbal abuse, but also mental and financial abuse as well.
He is a gun enthusiast. The last time I heard, he owned seven different guns. He also carries concealed. He has never threatened me or my children overtly. He does everything covertly. The threat is unspoken, but very obvious. My 16 year old son came up with a safety plan on his own on what to do if his father shows up unannounced. My son should never have felt that he needed to so that, but the threat is real even if it has not been spoken out loud. Guns don’t make me feel safe.
I have written additional material over the years about being in an emotionally abusive marriage.
Invisible Scars – A Tale of Emotional Abuse Posted on June 9, 2014
Abuse and Its Many Forms Posted on October 29, 2018
Toxic Shame – You might struggle with it and not even know it! Posted on January 10, 2019
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