隐性言语虐待及其延续
隐性言语虐待是一种言语虐待它可以以多种形式和多种速度出现。但无论如何,无论是在这段关系中,还是在虐待停止后的生活中,它都会损害你的自尊。隐蔽的言语虐待会对你的心灵产生持久的影响,就像严重的言语虐待一样。对我来说,这真的是我之后很多自信问题背后的根源。
隐蔽的言语虐待有升级的可能
隐蔽的言语虐待会让你不喜欢自己。我一直有点对自己的外表很敏感但我记得有些时候比其他时候更困难。21岁的时候,我搬去和交往一年的伴侣住在一起。一开始我们的关系很好。他对我的成功充满动力和兴趣;我们是搭档,总是督促对方变得更好。然而,一年后,他开始发表一些我知道不适合伴侣关注的言论。一开始是小事,比如问我为什么分了不同的发型。后来,他问我是否确定晚上出去时想穿某些衣服。
虽然这些话看起来不像是要和某人分手,但我无法忽视自己的不适。我不明白他为什么关心这些小事。他们真的如此困扰他,以至于他不得不说些什么吗?随着时间的推移,我的不安开始堆积起来,他的评论也是如此。我开始觉得,这与其说是因为他缺乏过滤器,不如说是因为他有控制力;他用隐蔽的言语辱骂来控制我。
我们洗澡的时候,他开始把我的肩膀往后拉。他会对我在餐馆点的菜指指点点,不管服务员是否在场。他老是缠着我去健身房。我一直都很喜欢保持身材和健康,但他无情的建议激起了我的怨恨,以顽强的抵抗的形式出现,我完全停止了锻炼。我也吃得更多,也许是为了证明我不需要任何人对我的决定进行微观管理,也许是因为我不开心。我后来在治疗中发现,这些是我在这些情况下重新控制自己的方法。我听信了他三年的评论,开始影响我的精神和身体状态。
隐性言语虐待的持久影响
当我结束这段关系时,我终于找到了自己的最佳状态,重新锻炼身体,健康饮食。然而,尽管这些都是积极的变化,但很快就变得极端起来。我痴迷于我吃的东西和我穿的衣服。我经常有这样一种感觉:我应该少吃点才能更瘦,但又觉得太饿了,所以我吃了很多。随之而来的是极度的内疚。然后循环又会重新开始。食物和我的外表无时无刻不在我的心头。我很快就知道我正走在出现饮食失调并开始寻求帮助。
迟到总比不到好:处理之前的言语虐待
很多次之后正念技术治疗,瑜伽和时间,我学会了挑战适应不良的信念和焦虑围绕着我的外表。当然,有些想法仍然会露出它们丑陋的脑袋,我明白了这一点自爱这并不意味着追求完美,而是接受不完美,颂扬个性。
言语虐待并不总是以咒骂或大喊大叫的形式出现;煤气灯和情感虐待也是它的形式,它很容易被忽视,但有害的小评论。我很难识别隐蔽的言语虐待,所以我鼓励你听从自己的直觉,解决任何形式的言语虐待。
你经历过隐蔽的言语虐待吗?从那以后你是如何处理这些经历的?
APA的参考
(2019年8月23日)。隐蔽的言语虐待及其延续,健康之地。2021年6月19日,从//www.lharmeroult.com/blogs/verbalabuseinrelationships/2019/8/covert-verbal-abuse-and-how-it-lives-on获取
作者:Katlyn Brinkley
我今年56岁,我经历过童年时期的性虐待,从15岁到18岁,我曾离家出走,被贩卖为妓女。在那段时间里,我被殴打、强奸、逮捕。在我的一生中,我从来没有想过自杀,但有三次(从我开始服用阿得拉,现在是利他林),我那隐藏的自恋丈夫打电话给911,说我有自杀倾向。有一次急救人员来的时候我正在睡觉。10月10日,他打了911,他比我小14岁,250磅,他把我脸朝下摁在外面的地上,警察出现了,把我铐在背后。一个比我年轻壮得多的警察用膝盖抵着我的背,把我按倒在地上40分钟。我有创伤史,当我被按住时,我感到恐慌,我恳求他们让我仰面朝天,我感觉我无法呼吸。他们说“如果你在尖叫,你就在呼吸”。我有心脏起搏器,体重110磅。我喘不过气来,当我试图把胸部抬离地面时,他们猛地把我摔了下去…… two firefighters showed up, I begged them, told them flip me on my back...I'm not a threat to anyone they just chitchatted until the ambulance arrived. On the five minute ride to the hospital they saw my shoulders, my hands were bleedings, I had a fat lip and was scared, and hurting. Six hours earlier I texted my advocate from the organization for prostitution survivors that I need a safe house and foster care for my three little dogs. I tried to tell the police, the EMTs then the hospital staff in the emergency department. Not one person showed me and kindness, no one would even talk to me. I told them I've never been suicidal, and I know my rights, I asked to call my advocate a hundred times. I told them I was scared for my dogs, they ignored me, barked at me, slammed the door in my face and when I put one foot out of the room the "sitter" called a code grey!. They had huge security gloving up ready to restrain me because I disobeyed their orders to "shut up and sit down". The Dr refused to take pictures of my injuries, did not ask any questions, did no assessment, and certainly not treatment. I had to ask for a bandaid. They held me 24 hours based in the lying husband's smear tactics. Even the police report said I was not detained. The " social worker" stood in my doorway after eight hours, again no assessment, no empathy, said that my husband was calling over and over telling them not to let me out so she was referring me to the mental health professional. Now, I have a degree in psychology and spent thirty years working with the mentally ill inpatient, outpatient, crisis response,and emergency crisis triage. I know mental health law, I know how to treat a person with dignity I am skilled in de-escalation and patient centered care. I was appalled at the lack of professionalism and the culture of discrimination and neglect towards the " psychiatric" patients. No one heard me. No one wanted me to speak at all. They were bullies from the cops to the nurses and the medical assistants. I was released by the mhp who sat down and determined that I was reliable, not a danger, and the abuser who tried so hard to have me detained drove me home , as I was putting my key in the door he casually mentioned that my 16 year old Yorkie ran away. 24 hours of being treated like a criminal, a hostage, and punitively ignoring me, I was beat up, and the very thing I was so scared of the entire time had happened. I spent four nights looking for him, two nights staying in the car freezing with my two remaining dogs. I requested my medical records, 128 pages? How does that happen when the only thing they did was retraumatize me more? And they think I am going to allow them to Bill my insurance? I have written several letters. The state said they investigated, found no wrongdoing...really. all my years working I've never imagined treating an abused person so disgracefully. I've had nightmares since, I spent two weeks scared to leave my house. Everytime I see a police car I have anxiety. I changed the locks, called dv advocates, sitting here waiting for his next move. There's no relief, no recourse, and unfortunately , suicide has never been an option!
哇,爱。这是一个如此鼓舞人心和不可思议的故事。对于你们所经历的一切,我深感抱歉,我为这个体系在你们需要的时候没有给予你们善意而感到难过。听起来你有内在的力量和韧性来克服这一点和你所有的其他创伤,尽管可能性不大。我认为这是一个了不起的故事,我认为你应该感到坚强、强大和勇敢。我相信你所有的病人都很欣赏你现在的工作。谢谢分享,希望你现在过着幸福的生活,因为这是你应得的。爱与光明,卡特琳。