My Story
Friday, Apr 30 2010 11:11 AM
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The emotional and psychological abuse started from the first day I moved in with my partner, as she was pregnant with our daughter I tried to fool myself that hormonal changes were responsible, however, it soon became apparent that lack of the ability to trust, an eating disorder with all of its underlying causes, and childhood emotional abandonment from her Mother were at the root of it. After I was badly physically abused on one occasion I arranged Family Counselling through the Courts in West Auckland, N.Z., however, this did not benefit her. I asked her to go to Violence Counselling, only to find later that the sessions she attended were for victims of Domestic Violence.
"it is now long past the time for me to "Stop the Silence." No longer can I allow myself to be portrayed as the bad one, when it is me who has been the victim of my Partners violence, it is time for her to take responsibility, and address her issues....."
Most of the violence was emotional, for days on end she refused to speak, leaving me isolated within the relationship, constantly putting me down, never wishing to engage socially on any level. Whenever we went anywhere together, the slightest thing would see her belittling me publicly. When our wee girl was born I gained employment on an Island in an Alcohol and Drug treatment program as a Counsellor, but the emotional abuse continued, and along with poor treatment from my employer, saw me having a breakdown. I took the employer to mediation, where they settled out of court, and moved the Family to the Blue Mountains, Australia, which had been an intention anyway, because I believed that my Partner would benefit emotionally from being close to her Family, that this would in some way help heal her Family rifts, and as a consequence she would start to begin her own healing process. I also wanted our daughter to have the benefit of having Grandparents available to her, as my own parents had passed away some years before.
My partners choice in Australia was that I become the Primary care-giver, while she worked in her chosen profession, Midwifery. I had become quite numb by this time, but I believed that this new start would see improvement, but nothing changed. my partners constant isolation of me saw me withdraw more and more, the more I tried to get her to see what it was doing to us, the more emotional abuse I received. I cried, I yelled, I sent her to counselling, I couldn't sleep or eat properly. I would be up all night just wandering around the house with my head in my hands, spinning out. All of this time, she would be telling work mates that it was me who was violent. Eventually, my Daughter was to suffer a bout of her anger, and I told her to leave. A few days later, I agreed that she could return on the grounds that she both attend counselling again and confront her work mates with the truth, that it had been she who was the perpetrator, and not me. By this time, however, I was at the stage where I was completely numb.
"I would start shaking and getting cold sweats, whenever it got near her time for getting home from work in the evening, scared of what might be coming, how she might be, if I looked at her, often she said, "what are you looking at me, what have I done wrong now? and then her hysterics would start, and I would be left confused and shaking, not knowing where it all came from. I looked after my Daughters needs totally, but whenever my partner was home I retreated to the computer, just numbing out, trying to stay out of harms way...."
I came to witness her Mothers continued abandonment of her, when she would drive from the central West to the Blue Mountains for weekend workshops, and not even ring or drop in to see her granddaughter, when my partner had her 40th birthday, and did not even get a call from her, when she babysat our little girl for one night, and when we came home at 10.30, to find that our daughter was wandering the house while she had gone to bed at 8pm, before our daughter was asleep. These things reinforced for me why my partner could not trust anyone, when the one person she she should have been able to rely upon since childhood, had never been there for her. The stories of having to look after herself as a wee child, of having to be the parent to her siblings from an early age, started to make sense to me. I had two people on my hands, one the responsible professional in her work, and the broken and hurt child at home. I could not help or compete with her mindset, and confronting those issues with a professional Counsellor was too scary for her. I now understood why she had an eating disorder, trying to fill the enormous hole inside herself left by her Mothers absence, then feeling guilty, as if somehow it was her own fault, that she was intrinsically unloveable.
Throughout the relationship, I have had the responsibility for arranging Educational and Medical needs for our Daughter, housing and moving, all financial affairs, arranged holidays, creating a home, and making sure all of our needs were met. My partners absolute inability to trust anyone, her constant belief that I would leave with our daughter and go to N.Z., her belief that I don't care about her or love her, were totally unfounded. If I had wanted to leave, I could have done so on countless occasions, I could have been in N.Z. before she got home from work. I stayed because at the deepest part of me, I could not believe that she wouldn't, or didn't want to change, and within my heart, however I tried, my Love for her still existed. My partners continual need for positive reinforcement while only giving me negatives drained me, until there was nothing left in me to give. I am now nearing 61 years of age, and after eight years of this treatment from her I feel totally broken, lost, and the me I once knew has disappeared from sight.
"so when asked her why she had gone to Counselling for victims of Domestic Violence her answer was, its not my fault that was all that was available to me!" There must be something wrong with me, because when I look at her, all I can see is the person she could be, the good person, hidden inside, knowing however, that until someone stands in front of her and confronts her with the truth, she will never do anything to change. My partner has done such a good job of destroying my name, annihilating my dignity and sense of self worth, leaving me socially isolated, that writing and publishing this is the only avenue I have left...."
It must be hundreds of times that I have heard her say, "I am sorry, I realise what I have been doing, you don't deserve and I will change," only to see her do exactly the same to me the next day again. It seems so long since I have felt any kind of safety, of belonging, we are in Orange now in Western NSW, where we have been for almost two years, and the abuse just continued until she left at the beginning of February 2010. I still have to Primary custody of our daughter, however, she still continues to tell all and sundry that she is the victim of the abuse. Still, my partner tries to control everything, leaving me with all of the family related responsibilities, financially, educationally, while making out to all that I am responsible.
"Whenever I asked why she treated me that way, when she was going to take some responsibility for her behaviour, she would just go into a blaze at me, I didn't do anything, and on occasions, day or night, leave with my Daughter, then when she came home after a few days, demand an apology from me! So many times she said, you just hate me, and no matter how many times I explained to her, I don't hate you, I love you, its your behaviour I hate, she just could not distinguish the difference between these two things....."
I tried to get help on the Domestic Violence Crisis line, I tried every resource, but they are not financially resourced to help Men in any tangible way, no one is, as if only Women are victims. I now feel at the end of the line, crushed, defeated, with nowhere left to turn, and I feel my life is over.
Effects on me:
"if you are her Friend, please do not desert her, encourage her to get help, support her, I know there is a good person inside desperate to come out and escape her demons......"
Michael
"it is now long past the time for me to "Stop the Silence." No longer can I allow myself to be portrayed as the bad one, when it is me who has been the victim of my Partners violence, it is time for her to take responsibility, and address her issues....."
Most of the violence was emotional, for days on end she refused to speak, leaving me isolated within the relationship, constantly putting me down, never wishing to engage socially on any level. Whenever we went anywhere together, the slightest thing would see her belittling me publicly. When our wee girl was born I gained employment on an Island in an Alcohol and Drug treatment program as a Counsellor, but the emotional abuse continued, and along with poor treatment from my employer, saw me having a breakdown. I took the employer to mediation, where they settled out of court, and moved the Family to the Blue Mountains, Australia, which had been an intention anyway, because I believed that my Partner would benefit emotionally from being close to her Family, that this would in some way help heal her Family rifts, and as a consequence she would start to begin her own healing process. I also wanted our daughter to have the benefit of having Grandparents available to her, as my own parents had passed away some years before.
My partners choice in Australia was that I become the Primary care-giver, while she worked in her chosen profession, Midwifery. I had become quite numb by this time, but I believed that this new start would see improvement, but nothing changed. my partners constant isolation of me saw me withdraw more and more, the more I tried to get her to see what it was doing to us, the more emotional abuse I received. I cried, I yelled, I sent her to counselling, I couldn't sleep or eat properly. I would be up all night just wandering around the house with my head in my hands, spinning out. All of this time, she would be telling work mates that it was me who was violent. Eventually, my Daughter was to suffer a bout of her anger, and I told her to leave. A few days later, I agreed that she could return on the grounds that she both attend counselling again and confront her work mates with the truth, that it had been she who was the perpetrator, and not me. By this time, however, I was at the stage where I was completely numb.
"I would start shaking and getting cold sweats, whenever it got near her time for getting home from work in the evening, scared of what might be coming, how she might be, if I looked at her, often she said, "what are you looking at me, what have I done wrong now? and then her hysterics would start, and I would be left confused and shaking, not knowing where it all came from. I looked after my Daughters needs totally, but whenever my partner was home I retreated to the computer, just numbing out, trying to stay out of harms way...."
I came to witness her Mothers continued abandonment of her, when she would drive from the central West to the Blue Mountains for weekend workshops, and not even ring or drop in to see her granddaughter, when my partner had her 40th birthday, and did not even get a call from her, when she babysat our little girl for one night, and when we came home at 10.30, to find that our daughter was wandering the house while she had gone to bed at 8pm, before our daughter was asleep. These things reinforced for me why my partner could not trust anyone, when the one person she she should have been able to rely upon since childhood, had never been there for her. The stories of having to look after herself as a wee child, of having to be the parent to her siblings from an early age, started to make sense to me. I had two people on my hands, one the responsible professional in her work, and the broken and hurt child at home. I could not help or compete with her mindset, and confronting those issues with a professional Counsellor was too scary for her. I now understood why she had an eating disorder, trying to fill the enormous hole inside herself left by her Mothers absence, then feeling guilty, as if somehow it was her own fault, that she was intrinsically unloveable.
Throughout the relationship, I have had the responsibility for arranging Educational and Medical needs for our Daughter, housing and moving, all financial affairs, arranged holidays, creating a home, and making sure all of our needs were met. My partners absolute inability to trust anyone, her constant belief that I would leave with our daughter and go to N.Z., her belief that I don't care about her or love her, were totally unfounded. If I had wanted to leave, I could have done so on countless occasions, I could have been in N.Z. before she got home from work. I stayed because at the deepest part of me, I could not believe that she wouldn't, or didn't want to change, and within my heart, however I tried, my Love for her still existed. My partners continual need for positive reinforcement while only giving me negatives drained me, until there was nothing left in me to give. I am now nearing 61 years of age, and after eight years of this treatment from her I feel totally broken, lost, and the me I once knew has disappeared from sight.
"so when asked her why she had gone to Counselling for victims of Domestic Violence her answer was, its not my fault that was all that was available to me!" There must be something wrong with me, because when I look at her, all I can see is the person she could be, the good person, hidden inside, knowing however, that until someone stands in front of her and confronts her with the truth, she will never do anything to change. My partner has done such a good job of destroying my name, annihilating my dignity and sense of self worth, leaving me socially isolated, that writing and publishing this is the only avenue I have left...."
It must be hundreds of times that I have heard her say, "I am sorry, I realise what I have been doing, you don't deserve and I will change," only to see her do exactly the same to me the next day again. It seems so long since I have felt any kind of safety, of belonging, we are in Orange now in Western NSW, where we have been for almost two years, and the abuse just continued until she left at the beginning of February 2010. I still have to Primary custody of our daughter, however, she still continues to tell all and sundry that she is the victim of the abuse. Still, my partner tries to control everything, leaving me with all of the family related responsibilities, financially, educationally, while making out to all that I am responsible.
"Whenever I asked why she treated me that way, when she was going to take some responsibility for her behaviour, she would just go into a blaze at me, I didn't do anything, and on occasions, day or night, leave with my Daughter, then when she came home after a few days, demand an apology from me! So many times she said, you just hate me, and no matter how many times I explained to her, I don't hate you, I love you, its your behaviour I hate, she just could not distinguish the difference between these two things....."
I tried to get help on the Domestic Violence Crisis line, I tried every resource, but they are not financially resourced to help Men in any tangible way, no one is, as if only Women are victims. I now feel at the end of the line, crushed, defeated, with nowhere left to turn, and I feel my life is over.
Effects on me:
- Fear and loss of feelings of safety
- Feelings of guilt and/or shame
- Difficulties in trusting others
- Anxiety and flashbacks
- Unresolved anger
- Loneliness and isolation
- Depression, suicidal ideation
- Physical illness
- Concern about children post separation.
"if you are her Friend, please do not desert her, encourage her to get help, support her, I know there is a good person inside desperate to come out and escape her demons......"
Michael