One would think, that after all these years on earth, I
would cease being surprised at the level of depravity and cruelty human beings
possess. We are barraged with more and more stories of terrorist attacks,
torture, murder, war… it never ends. I can’t watch the news without getting
upset or anxious anymore. Even scrolling through my Facebook feed can be rocky territory! But this blog isn’t about the massive events that we all
get to hear about. No, we have enough opinions shoved down our throats in that
area. No, this blog is about the depravity and cruelty that people would prefer
to hide behind closed doors.
This blog is about severe, intentional, and traumatic
emotional abuse.
I don’t think anyone gets through this life unscathed. We’ve
all been called names and been dealt harsh words at some point or other. But
what is more common than it should be, is the intentional pain – when they fire
off the perfect phrase that they know will make you crumble inside; call you that
one name you despise; spread lies that discredit your words. For myself, this
is one of the worst kinds of abuse because it so often comes from people that
you are supposed to be able to trust, people you love and feel safe with. But
the intimacy shared between you becomes a weapon in their arsenal to cause you the greatest pain.
Sometimes the abuse comes from a father who openly prefers
one child over the other. The father who resents his son for being more of a
man than him. The father who calls his son “little bitch boy” to make sure he
knows his place and status – less than. The father who is so threatened by his
son, he will spread lies about you to anyone who will listen, so no one will
ever believe your cries for help. The father who actually takes the time to
craft the perfect message that will hit your deepest fears and insecurities.
The father who openly wishes you were just “gone” or dead.
Other times, the abuse comes from a mother who was so
damaged as a young girl, she will do anything to gain some form of approval or
love. The mother who will drink herself into a stupor then criticize the way
you live your life. The mother who will happily say horrible things about you
if it means someone else will “accept” them. The mother who calls the cops on
you just to get you out of the house because her newest husband doesn’t like
you. The mother who sold you to a man who wasn’t your father. The mother who
left you AGAIN to be with her preferred children. The mother who uses your insecurities
against you when you need her support the most.
Siblings can cause even more trauma. Like the sister who you
spent your life protecting, but now uses your past mistakes to hurt you. The
sister who used to beg for your help, but then claims you were never there. The
sister who says you should never have been born; “a load that should have been
swallowed.” The sister who you grew up with, loved, and cherished, now takes her
time to deny every single thing you’ve ever done for her because she knows it hurts you. The little sisters
who you happily fought for who now take joy in calling you hurtful names and
hurl slanderous accusations at you. The sister who denies her own abuse to
ensure that her bank account stays full. The sister who would rather see you
dead than succeed.
Then there are those special families… the ones where that
father? He’s yours. The mother? Her too. The sisters? The ringleaders of your
emotional destruction. Do these families exist? Absolutely. I’ve been watching
it in action for months as my boyfriend has been repeatedly beaten down by his
family. They’ve even included me in, as I am another way to hurt him. That’s
how cruel this family is.
I’ve watched as he has tried to defend himself in a group
text with his father and sisters – in the time it takes him to even respond to
one remark, they have hurled ten more insults, accusations, and lies to tear
him down. Within a minute he can receive up to 20 texts from his sisters and
father, all emotionally abusive, slanderous, and hateful. His mother was also
cast out by her sister and daughters. Being the dutiful son he is, he comforted
his mom, encouraged her and let her know she wasn’t alone in this. We spent
many a day and night holding her hand, wiping her tears, and calming fights
between her and her husband. We didn’t want her to suffer like he does. But
when someone who cast her out offered her a kernel of acceptance and false
love? She immediately jumped on the bandwagon that lives to destroy her
firstborn child and only son. The “family” who actually thrives on trying to
make him hate himself.
What is truly sad about all of this, aside from the
intentional abuse, is that none of them know who he truly is. The good man who
loves God, who comforts my dad, who rides his bike to raise money for children’s
cancer prevention. The man who will jump into a river to save a malnourished dog. The man
who would sell everything in his possession just to make sure his dogs are well
cared for. They don’t know this man because they’ve chosen to cast him as a villain.
Why?
No one likes the person who calls you out for who you really
are: A pervert, a drunk, an addict. The best defense against
someone who tells the truth?
Shatter their public image and character.
So let me correct those of you who choose to believe the
lies and deceit, those of you who purposefully try to bring him down and tear
him apart from the inside out: Christopher has always told the truth about his
life. What has happened to him and his recollection of his past. He is a
good man who only LOVES with that giant heart in his chest.
Stand up against those who persecute you. If you are scared
to do it alone, we will stand with you. God will hold your hand.
Just know, that no matter what, you aren’t alone in your
pain – and there is nothing wrong with reaching out for help.