I was raised with several different kinds of abuse as a daily occurrence and I myself continued the cycle, I had no idea how to change it. When my grandfather died I was left empty as well, I had already married and had some children, I was 18 when he died. I had married into alcoholism which I knew nothing of and soon joined the party. To say he alone was abusive, would be wrong, his family was very dysfunctional and it fit my needs at the time. I was abusive to him as well, more emotional than physical but that I did my share of damage can not be denied. After I left that marriage I found another man that was the same with a different name, not so much physical this time, emotional and crazy making, the next was less so but still the same. Finally I found Randy and all was well, but I was not dealing with the emptiness because I had my son to fill that void the abuse had filled.
I know it sounds absolutely ridiculous that a person would miss that type of behavior in their life, and those that have not experienced it will be aghast at the thought. Regardless it is how many of us feel, I am not living in the past, I want nothing more than to heal, but in living with the constant abuse somehow was/is way of life. I have put a lot of the damaging people out of my life, no longer succumbing to the behavior. I will continue to grow and will fill the vast void with the love of the ones who are in my life. At the moment however, I am trying to recover from one of the most horrific decisions I have ever had to make. I know that I am loved, I know that this journey will not be as treacherous as paths I have chosen in the past.
This is a difficult task I have set for myself, I find myself wondering everyday if he is okay, I have nightmares every night of him being hurt or killed or of him killing himself. I haven't heard anything of him since the day I said good bye. I know it is all adjustment, I know that he will survive or not by his own choices and that there is nothing I can do. Sadly that does not make it any easier to accept. But accept I will and go on. Just don't be surprised if you read that I am feeling bleak and depressed.
What I have realized is that for some reason I derived some kind of pleasure out of being a victim. Things I would not have taken from anyone else in the world,(because I am strong,) have been put upon me for years by my own son. Why, because I allowed it. Why did I allow it, because somewhere somehow I derived pleasure. Maybe in the attention, maybe in the being needed, maybe in the challenge of trying to fix it. I am not truly sure of the whys. The longer I am sober the harder it was to deny what I was doing. Not what he was doing. So now I will deal with the emptiness and try to let it heal. I have learned enough to reach out to those that care when I start to become overwhelmed, I am also aware that I can not do this alone. changing the brain takes time and work. I will get there, thanks to you and the family who has stepped up.
I also must say that for 50 years of my life there was no support for what was happening, I was blamed and vilified by nearly everyone. As a result I thought I had to do it alone,I had no choice as far as I could see. It was my fault grampa did what he did, it was my fault I had bad men in my life, it was my fault Kenny was who he was. I was told these things over and over again until just a few years ago. The doctors told me it was because of me that Kenny was sick. Understandably I believed I had to fix it. No one would help, but I thought I could anyway. Wrong!
I am 54 the abuse pattern was started at 4-6 months. It is ending now, but I won't heal overnight.
Thank you my dear friends for listening and know that I value each and everyone of you.<3<3<3
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