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Trying to Communicate with an Abuser

“It’s like he can’t hear me.”

“He makes me feel like I’m crazy.”

“When I try to talk to him, he treats me like I’m his enemy.”

These are some of the things abuse victims might say when they share with me how they try to communicate with their abuser*.

I want those of you who can empathize with those sentiments to understand that there is no real misunderstanding.  The man hears you, he wants you to feel crazy, and it’s not surprising that he is treating you like you are his enemy, because that’s pretty much the way he sees you.

Healthy communication and conflict is part of any relationship, and all of our communication should begin with a recognition of our many differences coupled with a desire to find compromise and meet one another’s needs. 

But abusers are not interested in reason or resolution.  Even though you may approach him in a moment of calm and everything you say may make perfect sense, the truth is that he is not the least bit interested in what you have to say. Furthermore, the fact that you have to find just the right moment to talk to him may be evidence of just how risky trying to communicate with him really is…

As you are speaking – trying to find just the right words to keep him from attacking you – know that he is probably strategizing as to how he can twist your words and turn them back on you.  Expect any comeback to be irrational or unnecessarily harsh, coupled with a how-dare-you, who-do-you-think-you-are kind of attitude. 

The truth is that he views your attempt at finding compromise as a design to undermine him.  In his mind, you are trying to claim for yourself some measure of power he holds – power he has no intention of relinquishing.  

His over-the-top response speaks to his agenda.  He wants you to become so frustrated that you will simply give up and leave him alone.  He also wants to make sure you understand that any future efforts to petition for help or positive change will be met with similar ferocity. 

He is neither ignorant nor innocent.  He doesn’t care if your requests are legitimate or if you are hurting.  He only cares about his absolute right to have his way in everything all the time.

When it comes to communicating with an abuser, you really can’t.  He only hears what he wants to hear and will vigorously reject everything else.  That doesn’t make him right.  It just means that you are seeing who he really is.

It’s not your fault.  It’s that his mind is set.  As difficult as it may be to accept, you need to understand that it’s not that he doesn’t know how to communicate; it’s that he is actually a master communicator when it comes to knowing how to shut you down, shut you out and shut you up. 

No matter how badly you want to find a way to make it work, communication requires two people willing to listen to one another, while the abusive relationship is, in fact, a dictatorship.

“Rescue me, O Lord, from evil men; preserve me from violent men who devise evil things in their hearts… they sharpen their tongues as a serpent; poison of a viper is under their lips.” Psalm 140:1-3 (in part)

*Although abusers may be of either gender, the overwhelming majority of abusers are male; therefore, the abuser is referenced in the masculine. The reader’s understanding is appreciated.

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Cindy Burrell

Do You Ever Feel You Are Too Much? Not Enough?

“I feel like I’m either too much or not enough,” my then-teenage daughter shared in a moment of heart-wrenching vulnerability.  She shared the words tentatively – almost apologetically – with tears brimming in her eyes, like she was revealing a deep, dark secret that no one else could possibly understand. 

They were words that had been holding her captive for a good part of her adolescent life.  The messages spawned fears about her own value and identity, the result of words spoken and wounds inflicted by others in her life.  And as the words fell from her lips, I inwardly groaned.

It was easy to hold her and grieve with her, knowing that she had been carrying the weight of that terrible self-doubt for many months and maybe years.  I assured her that she was absolutely worthy of love and more than adequate in every way that mattered.  Yet even into her adult life, she battled the messages, having felt those pronouncements upon her life issued by some of the young men she dated, whether through words, attitudes or actions.

Those words painfully identify what I believe may be a common belief system and perhaps an ongoing struggle for many of us.

The implications of such a profoundly destructive declaration over our own lives cannot be understated: 

It seems I am too much.  I am too high-maintenance, too much of a burden, a perpetual inconvenience.  I am unworthy of anyone’s devoted time and attention.

It seems I am not enough.  I am inferior in a thousand ways to just about everyone else.  I don’t measure up.  I am unworthy of love and affection. 

Not only did I adopt those messages into my own life from a young age, but there are times they still haunt me.

My mother divorced my father when I was five, my sisters then nine and 12.  We saw our father occasionally, but it felt like glorified babysitting more than quality time together.  Soon after the divorce, my father married a woman with two children of her own, and she did not care a whit about me or my sisters.

My mother worked full-time.  While she fulfilled her primary roles as a provider, she preferred to spend any free time in outings and hobbies that didn’t include us.  While my sisters leaned on one another, I was the loner.  I learned from a young age that my role was not to need my mother or ask for much of anything.  It seemed she viewed me as little more than an obligation and a burden.  

I was too much for her.

I tried to earn her love and approval.  I got good grades, avoided getting into trouble and basically stayed out of her way.  But my good grades didn’t yield any measure of praise; they were simply to be expected.  When I was 11, some of my friends urged me to audition for a solo in our elementary school Christmas program.  But when I told my mom I was considering auditioning, she responded coldly, “Why would you want to do that?”  It was clear to me that she believed I would only embarrass myself – or her.  So I didn’t even try.

I was not enough.

When I began dating in my later teen years, a few caring and personable young men expressed an interest in me, but it was I who almost always ended the relationships before they began.  I had a deep-seated fear that they would see through me – how inadequate and broken I was.  Surely they would quickly come to recognize that I was unworthy of their time and attention.  Rather than face that kind of rejection, I chose to beat them to the punch.  I wasn’t confident enough, strong or emotionally healthy enough. And as I looked at the other girls in my circle, I felt certain that I wasn’t pretty or outgoing enough either.

Then there were the guys who were more sarcastic and disrespectful.  The feminine gender’s romantic, sentimental hearts were seen as an annoyance. Girls were really only good for one thing.  Consequently, some young men treated me as though I should feel gratified to receive whatever paltry measure of attention they conceded to extend.  Their attitudes and behaviors told me that I was too much – someone to be tolerated rather than appreciated.  I was made to feel like I was too girly, too emotional and too needy.

Every shake of the head and every slight served to solidify those untruths and added to my belief that somehow everyone around me was superior to me, while I felt like a pretender. 

Based on my history, it is no surprise to me that I married an abuser.  The man I married was obsessed with me.  I figured no one would ever love me like he did.  He also had some health issues, which provided me with the opportunity to prove that I could love sacrificially while being low-maintenance at the same time.  Our marriage could prove that I was enough without being too much.  It felt like a valid perspective at the time.   

True enough, the messages I had come to accept about myself and those around me made me an ideal victim.  Throughout my abusive marriage, I received more of the same messages, that I was too much of a logistical, financial and emotional burden, and never quite worthy of his love, respect or protection.  I sacrificed my value to accommodate the lie.

That was then; this is now.

For the past 13 years, I have been married to the best man I have ever known.  When we first began to get acquainted, one of the first words I used to describe myself was “independent.”  I saw that quality as a strength.  As I came to know Doug, he told me that he knew what that word really meant, and that it kind of broke his heart. 

He said that he knew I had no choice but to be independent, because I didn’t have anyone in my life who looked out for me, protected me, someone I could always count on to be my defender, my safe place. 

He was right.  And although I was touched by his perceptiveness, I was also terrified that he could see my wounds and longings so clearly.  But how affirming it was to be able to finally bring the shield down, to know that when I was with him I was free to be less than perfect and vulnerable because he saw me as worthy of love – an overwhelmingly gracious, giving, protective, all-in, no-regrets kind of love.  Whatever my shortcomings, Doug has never failed to assure me that I am never too much and always more than enough.

None of us is perfect, nor were we ever meant to be. We were created with our own unique gifts and strengths to complement one another.

Even knowing this, I confess there are times I occasionally struggle with doubts about my worth.  I will quickly apologize for the slightest oversight, and my daughter still has to remind me to claim my space at the shopping mall.  Sometimes I still feel guilty asking for help, or feel badly because things don’t turn out the way I planned, or I feel guilty for purchasing some small thing that makes me happy.  After all these years, I am still trying to absorb the fact that I matter.  I know I need to declare the truth and live like I believe it:

I am not too much, and I am more than enough.

Maybe you need to declare this too.  If so, do yourself a favor and take a moment to rebuke the lies and speak that powerful, life-giving truth into your own life.  Let me assure you…

You are not too much. 

You are more than enough.

“…now God has placed the members, each one of them, in the body, just as He desired.  If they were all one member, where would the body be? But now there are many members, but one body. And the eye cannot say to the hand, “I have no need of you”; or again the head to the feet, “I have no need of you.” On the contrary, it is much truer that the members of the body which seem to be weaker are necessary; and those members of the body which we deem less honorable, on these we bestow more abundant honor, and our less presentable members become much more presentable, whereas our more presentable members have no need of it. But God has so composed the body, giving more abundant honor to that member which lacked, so that there may be no division in the body, but that the members may have the same care for one another.” 

I Corinthians 12:18-25

Amen.

Me and my protector.

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Cindy Burrell

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A Season of Man-Hating

There is an appointed time for everything. And there is a time for every event under heaven… a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance.  Ecclesiastes 3:1, 4

Just a few months after separating from my husband, I was hired by a prominent government official to be his receptionist and personal assistant.  In that role, I was responsible for greeting those who came to meet with him, people from all walks of life.  Still reeling from the effects of the abuse and dealing with my husband’s ongoing harassment, in my mind’s eye every man who walked in the door was automatically presumed to be an enemy – a self-serving, conniving jerk.  As far as greeting those who came to meet with my boss, I knew how to be cordial while remaining thoroughly entrenched in my cynical mindset toward the opposite sex. 

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Enabling Isn’t Noble

“A man of great anger must pay the penalty.
If you rescue him, you will only have to do again.”  Proverbs 19:19

For some of you reading this, what I need to share may be difficult to receive; nevertheless, I hope you will consider what I have to say, for I have been where you are…

I know you are determined to fix it, to help the man* to whom you are so devoted, to help him work through whatever pain he is carrying, to love him unconditionally in spite of how he treats you.  I know you want to believe that hiding somewhere beneath that prickly exterior is the man who found a way to win your heart however many months or years ago.

I know you want to be strong, to prove to yourself, God, those who know you and the man you live with that no matter how he treats you, you won’t break and you will never give up.  You believe that somehow, someday his heart will soften, life will become sweet and safe, and you will both bask in the kind of deep, transcendent love you imagine.  I know that each morning you awaken with a new hope that maybe today things will be different.  Maybe today he will see you and decide to love you back.  Maybe today you will find the key that will unlock his seemingly lost and hurting heart.

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The Messages Your Abuser is Sending

“There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.” – Laurell K. Hamilton

One afternoon many years ago, before I had children, I was gardening in the front yard of our little house when I saw a woman emerge from her home a few doors down.  Clearly in a rage, she walked briskly to the street where her car was parked as a boy of about 8 years old ran close behind.  The boy was clearly crying and called out to her as she got into her car and slammed the car door.

“Where are you going, Mom?” he said, clearly distraught.

She didn’t respond or even turn to acknowledge him but put the key into the ignition and turned it.

“Where are you going?  Please don’t go!” he fairly yelled, even as he called out to her.  “Where are you going, Mom?  When are you coming back?”

She ignored him and drove away, her young son standing barefoot alone in the street weeping as the car pulled away.  He then ran into the house, crushed by his mother’s response to him.  It was a heart-wrenching incident to witness.

 Whatever happened after that, I’m not sure that anything or anyone could ever completely erase that child’s terrible memory of his mother’s decision to drive away without any acknowledgement of his terror.  That morning, she sent him a message that had the potential to color that child’s life.  In that singular moment, without using any words, the woman told her son that he didn’t matter.

The truth is that every day, through our words and actions, we send messages to those around us.  And if I may be so bold, I think that the messages we send to those with whom we come into contact may be narrowed down to two.  Either “You matter” or “You don’t matter.”

Of course we may have contact with many people during a given day, and some interactions are simply in passing or of a benign nature – neither overtly favorable nor unfavorable, yet even in casual interactions, our words and body language hold the power to convey what we all need to know – we matter.  But even in the presence of our local bank teller, the server at our favorite restaurant or the cashier at the grocery store, just acknowledging those around us, looking them in the eye, and offering them a smile and a ‘thank you’ tells real people with real lives and real wounds and needs that they matter.  I don’t know of a greater gift we can give to people that literally costs us nothing.

Even more so, within our intimate circle of friends, co-workers and particularly our family members, the messages we send and receive can have a powerful impact.  Having recovered (mostly) from my 20 years of living with an abuser, I realize now that my former husband’s almost exclusive message to me was:  “You don’t matter” or perhaps even more hurtful:  “I matter, and you don’t.”

The only thing that really mattered was him – what he wanted, when and how he wanted it.  Anything else was an issue, a problem, an inconvenience.  Anything less than perfection (from me) was cause for criticism, condemnation and/or correction.  Even when everything seemed outwardly acceptable, he could find an excuse to be discontent.  He made sure I knew that, at the end of the day, I really didn’t matter, for nothing I did or said would ever be sufficient.  The smallest measure of love and acceptance I sought was consciously – and cruelly – withheld.   There were times when he was happy – when he got whatever it was he wanted, but even in those brief moments of peace, I know now it didn’t matter to him one way or another whether I was happy or not.

“You don’t matter.”

All abuse victims know the feeling.  Yet in the midst of our unhealthy relationships, we believe we can convince our abuser that we matter.  It is what we live for.  We become almost exclusively preoccupied with finding a way to prove ourselves, to earn value and acceptance in his* eyes.  Most of what we do is heavy-laden with the hope that perhaps tomorrow, through his words and his actions, the doubt will be erased.  He will finally convey once and for all time the message we desperately long to receive from him:  “You matter.  You are special.  You are wonderful.  You are worthy of the deepest love and respect and care.”  

But in my case, as in the case of so many others, tomorrow didn’t come.

So the question is, “What are the messages he is sending you?”

When he is unpredictable, manipulative, sarcastic, hostile, angry, selfish and cruel, then he is sending you a message.  “I am dissatisfied with you.  You are failing to make me happy, so you are not allowed to be happy.”

When he controls the finances and decides that he needs a new truck when you and your children are in dire need of basic necessities, he is saying, “What I want is more important than what you need.”

When he refuses to lift a finger to help with any of the household responsibilities or complains when things aren’t done to his standard, he is saying, “You need to do more, while I am free to do whatever I want – or nothing at all.”

When he trumps the plans you have made to suit his own, or he simply doesn’t want you to have time to yourself, he is telling you he alone decides whether or when you may go anywhere or do anything.  Your plans and needs for relationship and social interaction mean nothing, while his plans are not even subject to debate.

When he decides to move your family away from your friends and other sources of emotional support, and he doesn’t even invite your perspective before making the decision, he is telling you that he doesn’t care how you (or your kids) are affected by his decisions.

When, even knowing how physically exhausted you are, he wakens you in the middle of the night or early in the morning and insists that you be sexually responsive to him, he is reminding you that his sexual needs matter more than your need for rest.

When he criticizes you, curses at you, calls you names, yells at you for the slightest thing or tells you that you are lucky he puts up with you, his design is to convince you that you are inadequate, that there is something wrong with you, that you don’t matter.

But you do matter, although your abuser wants to make sure you don’t figure that out.  If he is conveying these messages to you, then know he is deliberately trying to keep you down, convince you that you are unworthy of love, and make you feel obligated to try ever harder.  Know that he is neither innocent nor ignorant, but rather he knows exactly what he is doing.  He is simply a liar, a tyrant, a control freak, a manipulator and a bully.

He is an abuser.

And if your abuser is anything like mine, he will occasionally toss out, “You know that I love you…”  Those few words are specifically designed to disarm you, to dare you to believe the words rather than the overwhelming measure of evidence to the contrary.

If the messages he is sending you fail to convey not only that you matter but how much you matter in real and practical terms, then you must claim that truth for yourself.

Looking back on my own history, I can see the emotional trauma my former husband inflicted on my heart through his words, attitudes, behaviors and even simple body language – a glare, a shake of the head, a slamming of the door.  For so many years, I felt much like that barefoot little boy standing in the street, wondering if the person who mattered most in my life would one day assure me of my love-worthiness, show me that I mattered.

So do yourself a favor and take a step back.  Watch and listen and analyze what his words and actions are saying.

  • Is his love conditional and always subject to doubt?
  • Does he try to make you feel inadequate?
  • Does he imply that you are a burden?
  • Does he infer that he is merely tolerating you?
  • Do his wants and needs matters above all?

If his messages to you are that you don’t matter, then (in my humble opinion) you may presume that you are living with an abuser.

Someone who loves you will make you a priority, invest in your life, ask for your perspective, do whatever he can to ensure that your needs and desires are met, accept you as you are, and prize you and make you feel special.  Someone who loves you will demonstrate in a thousand different ways you are absolutely worthy of love – that you matter.

Because you do.  ###

*Although abusers may be of either gender, abusers are predominantly male; therefore the abuser is referenced here in the masculine.  The reader’s understanding is appreciated.

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