Giraffey
Your Orange Crush
- Mar 7, 2020
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As some will know from my earlier 'declaration of war' thread, I recently reached out to try and bring my abusive ex-partner to justice and to get the help and support I so desperately need to heal from the deep wounds she inflicted. Yesterday I took another big step and made a self-referral for some proper emotional support.
I have the psychological tools to unpick my thoughts, feelings and emotions, analyse and properly process them (practice what you preach), but one thing I had genuinely underestimated was just how painful the journey of self-discovery can be. I was reading through an archive of messages exchanged between my ex-partner and I when we were together, the gaslighting is obvious. Although the very nature of gaslighting is predicated on plausible-deniability and indecipherable webs of misinformation, I loathe my then-uneducated-self for not spotting the signs, and for lacking the courage to confront her abuse and walk away.
Perhaps the most painful element of all has been how much I underestimated the scale and extent of her abuse and the long-term effects that I still live with. Those who have suffered some form of abuse may recognise this and describe it in their own way - but to me, looking back through the past five years feels as though I was in a coma. I can no longer trust anything that I knew or believed about my ex-partner, our relationship and the emotions we shared, the extensive traumas she claimed to have been through - how much of it was a lie? I don't even think she knows herself.
The birth of our daughter was supposed to be a wonderful, magical event that brought us closer together, but now all I can see is the jealousy. My ex-partner frequently disavowed of our child, claimed she didn't want 'her', called her derisory names and developed deep-set jealousy, forcing me to promise that I wouldn't give our child more attention than I gave to her... I've honestly even begun to doubt whether I was even the father - rationally, logically, I know that I am, but such is the depth of damage to my sanity and memory and evidence of her affairs throughout our relationship that I have no idea what to believe anymore.
I was previously feeling so strong, empowered, motivated and for the first time since I lost my soulmate, hopeful. But now I feel as though I am beginning to slip away, I'm questioning my identity, spates of existential paranoia in the grip of feverish insanity. I'm beginning to doubt whether or not I truly have the strength to pull through this, somewhere deep down I know that I will pull through, but I fear for myself continuing to fall apart when I should be beginning to heal.
So sorry for the dysfunctional venting, I really don't have anyone else to listen and express to at present, it's a lovely thought to imagine that what you have to say matters to someone out there in some small way.
I have the psychological tools to unpick my thoughts, feelings and emotions, analyse and properly process them (practice what you preach), but one thing I had genuinely underestimated was just how painful the journey of self-discovery can be. I was reading through an archive of messages exchanged between my ex-partner and I when we were together, the gaslighting is obvious. Although the very nature of gaslighting is predicated on plausible-deniability and indecipherable webs of misinformation, I loathe my then-uneducated-self for not spotting the signs, and for lacking the courage to confront her abuse and walk away.
Perhaps the most painful element of all has been how much I underestimated the scale and extent of her abuse and the long-term effects that I still live with. Those who have suffered some form of abuse may recognise this and describe it in their own way - but to me, looking back through the past five years feels as though I was in a coma. I can no longer trust anything that I knew or believed about my ex-partner, our relationship and the emotions we shared, the extensive traumas she claimed to have been through - how much of it was a lie? I don't even think she knows herself.
The birth of our daughter was supposed to be a wonderful, magical event that brought us closer together, but now all I can see is the jealousy. My ex-partner frequently disavowed of our child, claimed she didn't want 'her', called her derisory names and developed deep-set jealousy, forcing me to promise that I wouldn't give our child more attention than I gave to her... I've honestly even begun to doubt whether I was even the father - rationally, logically, I know that I am, but such is the depth of damage to my sanity and memory and evidence of her affairs throughout our relationship that I have no idea what to believe anymore.
I was previously feeling so strong, empowered, motivated and for the first time since I lost my soulmate, hopeful. But now I feel as though I am beginning to slip away, I'm questioning my identity, spates of existential paranoia in the grip of feverish insanity. I'm beginning to doubt whether or not I truly have the strength to pull through this, somewhere deep down I know that I will pull through, but I fear for myself continuing to fall apart when I should be beginning to heal.
So sorry for the dysfunctional venting, I really don't have anyone else to listen and express to at present, it's a lovely thought to imagine that what you have to say matters to someone out there in some small way.