Ray Rice is a Textbook Abuser

Sunday it was revealed that Slimey Nasty Rotten Ray Rice plans to appeal his indefinite NFL suspension by claiming that TMZ “cleaned up” the videotape showing his assault on his then-fianceé-now-wife in an Atlantic City casino elevator.

Here is the story: http://profootballtalk.nbcsports.com/2014/09/21/report-ray-rice-appeal-will-argue-video-from-elevator-was-edited/

This tells us several things about Rotten Ray Rice:

1. He believes he is the victim, therefore he refuses to accept responsibility.

Oh poor him…the video only showed him knocking out and then dragging Janay from the elevator.  He expects people to believe that something from the uncut video will somehow justify his abuse.  Of course he is victimized because the “whole truth” hasn’t come out and that caused him to lose his undeserved high income.  Never mind that Rice brutally attacked his fianceé…that couldn’t possibly be the most important part of the footage.

2. He is unrepentant about his obvious abuse.

When a person with a conscience is caught doing something wrong, they feel horrible and admit their wrongdoing, accept responsibility,  show humility, and change their behavior.  Does Rice sound humble to you?

3. Rice’s argument is an attempt to gaslight the issue.

He is telling us not to fully trust what we’ve seen with our own eyes.  We are inferior, how can we possibly understand that the real issue is the edited tape, not his abuse?

Newsflash–We are onto you Rotten Ray Rice!

Job Interview

Wish me luck–I am having my first interview in five years after three years of being a homemaker/SAHM.  It will be my first interview for a skilled trade position, too!  I actually see possibilities for the future springing out of this job.  I hope this is the first step in saying adios forever to the corporate world!  ☺

Update:
I got the job. Officially a seat weaver trainee!

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Freezing: The Rarely Mentioned Third Survival Mechanism

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Ices - Nicholas Roerich, 1941 (wikiart.org)

After my Hyde abandoned me, I realized that I had lost sight of who I was and very out of touch with what I wanted out of life.  It was like my sense of self had been frozen for years and when Hyde left he took the bitter cold with him.

Even before Hyde, my self image had suffered damage at the hands of other bad men.  At 17, I was sexually assaulted by a schoolmate.  At 18, I was raped by a stranger and dumped by my then-fiancé when I told him.  I have had more than one boss get in my face and holler at me.

The thing is, I know with my brain that I did not deserve any of these traumas.  I did nothing to provoke any of these attacks, so when they happened my instincts would take over.  For me that meant instead of fighting or fleeing, I froze.  No one ever mentions freezing when discussing danger responses.

Freezing is the survival mechanism that kicks in when your predator is bigger, stronger, and faster than you.  Freezing is non-threatening to the predator; it is the gray rock of survival reflexes.  Prey in freeze mode is underestimated–a predator does not expect the dazed prey to make a getaway so they get sloppy and the prey often escapes… afraid, but alive. 

With my history of freezing in the face of dangerous men, I learned from experience that there was a measure of safety in passivity.  Over the course of multiple traumas, I took on the role of doormat.  I forgot how to defend myself; my boundaries had all been violated.  And then entered Hyde…

He appeared to be the antithesis of every man before him.  He wasn’t perfect, but he reflected to me every trait I sought in a good man.  He appeared to be safe, and I fell in love with him more deeply than I thought possible.  He made me feel like being me was the best thing I could be, which was a dangerous attraction for a person like me who doubted her own value at times.

In the haze of my relationship with Hyde, all I wanted was to be the perfect wife and mother.  I wanted to be perfect…not for me, but for him.  I see now that this made me vulnerable to the abuse he dished out.

Hyde was central in my universe (sinning by idolatry of husband).  When he smiled, the heavens broke out into sunshine.  But when he stonewalled, it was like the bitterest dark winter day.  Before I knew it, my daily goal was preventing Hyde’s withdrawal.  I obsessed over our relationship with my therapist.  “What am I doing wrong?” I would ask.  She said: focus on yourself, and I would ask, “How?”  I was a shell of a wife…a shadow of a woman. All my treasured hopes and thoughts got buried deep down in my psyche and I knew couldn’t access them until my marriage became a safe place to share them.  Sadly, the safest day in my marriage was when Hyde abandoned me.  Suddenly, he wasn’t there to disapprove of me.  I felt like I could breathe.

Slowly, I am reconnecting with the part of myself I put in cold storage as a teen.  The spring thaw of my life has at last begun.  I am surprised constantly at how adventerous I am becoming as I renew my acquaintance with my core self.  All I can say is bring on the sun!

Evacuate

This is such a fantastic illustration of the importance of evacuating an abusive marriage. Too often we believe we are responsible for saving the burning building, but there is a point where trying to fight the fire kills us (emotionally, spiritually, or physically).

A Cry For Justice

“The firefighters had 29 minutes to get out of the World Trade Center or die. Inside the north tower, though, almost none of them realized how urgent it had become to leave.” – 9/11 Firefighters Told of Isolation Amid Disaster

I was messaging a friend the other day. Her divorce was final just this year and she is still sorting through the emotions that come over her in waves.

Friend: My heart is broken. I really think it would have been better to just stay married and balance the cycles. I’d have my kids near me and under my influence instead of his family’s. I’d be more of an influence on my abuser than his family. And I’d at least have his up swings and good cycles. I wrecked us all by giving up. Everything is so wrecked.

Me: Cycles like this?

Abuse Cycle Abuse Cycle

Me: You wrecked nothing. You can’t control…

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Shining a Light on Stonewalling

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Last night, I went to my first support group meeting in over a month.  The group is run by my local domestic violence shelter.

No matter what topic we discuss or who shows up, I always leave feeling stronger than when I arrived.  Sitting among a group of women who have also experienced the horror of an abusive partner somehow normalizes me. In group I feel free to admit my weaknesses in order to learn how to improve that area of my behavior/thinking.

Last night we discussed communication issues.  During the discussion and handouts I had a moment of disconnect.  Nothing in the literature was helpful for my understanding of or future encounters with passive-aggressive communication.

Saying that Hyde was the king of stonewalling is putting it mildly.  You could actually watch that man, before your very eyes, tune you out and shut you down.

At one point, I raised my hand during group and admitted I was having trouble connecting with the material we’d received as handouts.  While communication was the biggest issue with Hyde, it wasn’t arguing or yelling causing the problem–it was his complete refusal to engage in any sort of discussion about matters of substance or even make eye contact.  He caused me feel to feel invisible.

The group leader shined a light on the issue.  She said that because Hyde was well-aware of my ability to navigate overt verbal abuse, having told him I’d grown up with it, he targeted me where I’d never been tested…covert passive-aggressive abuse.  That made a lot of sense.  I had never been stonewalled before Hyde.  Being the recipient of total and utter rejection of anything you say is dehumanizing.  It threw me into complete confusion and made me vulnerable to Hyde’s manipulation.

Have you experienced stonewalling?  What tactics did you use against it?

Disclosure: When evaluating your relationship for abuse, it is important to look at the overall trends of the relationship. If there is no overt abusive behavior this is especially important.  A pervading sense of wrongness, cyclical arguments, stonewalling, and withholding information/access are all indications that the balance of power is tilted and abuse may be occurring.  I am not a professional in this field, I am sharing my experiences in the hope that it may provide a glimpse of the truth from within the fog.  Like me, you may not realize that abuse can be a covert phenomenon.  Abuse is not gender-defined–both men and women can be abusers.

If you suspect you are being abused, please contact your local domestic abuse shelter.  If someone you know is being abused, please do not make accusations in front of the abuser–it could cause the abuse to escalate.

This is a public forum.  Use caution when commenting.

Signs of Covert Abuse: Unspoken Expectations

My feelings of inadequacy began early in my marriage.  I had barely landed in a foreign country when the quiet “Get a Job” (GAJ) campaign began.

At the time, I was taking 12 hours of language class per week, caring for my son during after school hours, cleaning and maintaining our home, planning and cooking all meals from scratch, running all errands, and orienting myself to our new city without the aid of a car. 

The GAJ campaign started with subtle hints about jobs I might be qualified to do.  Mind you, I had never even hinted, much less asked, for help finding a job. First, I had just made a blind move to a foreign country; second, no other expat spouse at Hyde’s company worked; third, I did not have a work visa and obtaining one was an expensive bureaucratic process conducted in the local language; fourth, I was happy being a homemaker/stay-at-home mom; fifth, our net income was over $140k (a fact hidden from me until legal negotiations commenced).

It was like nothing I expressed about working mattered. 

Hyde:  “So-and-so said there was an opening for a web design teacher at the community college.” 

Me:  “I don’t feel remotely qualified for that.  I have only had one class in web design, I don’t have a work permit, and I can’t speak the language.”

And,

Me:  “My language teacher said you have to have a mid-level language certificate to apply for a work visa.”

Hyde:  “Are you sure that’s what she said?  That’s not what people at work say.”

And,

Hyde:  “You are depressed. You need friends.  If you got a job, you would make friends and feel accomplished.”

Me:  “Thanks for thinking of me, but I don’t get huge feelings of satisfaction from a paying job.  I love taking care of my family and the house because it allows you guys to relax when you come home.  Plus, my work friendships never seem to cross over into my personal life.  I need friends with whom I don’t need to censor myself.”

Then the triangulation started.

Friend of Hyde:  “You should find a job.  You are a smart woman, you have a degree.  I promise you will find a job quickly.” (I had said nothing about finding work)

Relative of Hyde:  “Say…Hyde says you do web design.  I want you to design this website for me.  When you guys come home for Christmas, I’ll take you out to dinner and we can talk about it.” (Never materialized because he never followed up to my responses.)

Though it may seem really obvious seeing all of this written down, it was hard to detect because these things were said over a period of three years.  Hyde never looked at me and said, “I want you to work.”

Three months after moving back to the U.S. in a new state and a week before he left me, Hyde wrote a demand letter to me.  In that letter he expressed how I was messed up and needed to seek help…and work.  This excerpt contains my notes in underlined text.

“…I also feel a lot of pressure knowing that I am the sole source of income for this family. (I am sure that you must be trembling in fear with us having over $100k in your bank account.)  This is one reason I take my job so seriously.  (Justifying his late hours and stress, which he consistently claimed to be the reason behind his diminishing affection.)  I know we are in a transitory state, but we should not allow that to stop you from finding something. (Patronizing. This is how a child gets addressed, not a wife.  “Now Tommy, we mustn’t eat paste–it’s not good for you.”)  …I believe you need to get back in the work force, even if it is just part-time.  (This is the first time he had ever been direct in the GAJ campaign.  The “just part-time” bit infuriates me–“just part-time” meant I would be committed to working outside the home AND expected to continue all the cleaning and cooking duties.)  I think it would be good for your motivation to have some regular routine (that makes money) and more interaction with other people (because I am preparing to desert you).  If transportation is a limitation, then we can look at getting a second car. (There is 3 feet of snow on the ground, subzero wind chill, I have foot problems, and there is no public transportation–of course I will need a car!  Thanks for the reassurance that we will look at that possibility–if I get a job.)  That will not solve all (your) problems, but I’m sure it will help improve things. (Who gives a flying turd what you think, Ida.  After all I am the one in charge here.)

The ability to look at this evil letter and decode his real meaning is a huge step for me.

Now the subject of this post is unspoken expectations.  At this point you may be thinking, well, it sure sounds like he made it known that he wanted you to work.  Actually, no, he never did. 

Countless times I asked him directly what he would like me to do to make life better at home.  Hyde never answered “get a job”.  Why?  Because that is what covert abusers do.  They create an environment of discomfort and uncertainty to keep you off-balance.  With covert abuse, the goal post is invisible and always moving. 

If Hyde had been honest and said, “I treat you so poorly because you aren’t meeting my expectation that you should work,” then I would have seen that his love was conditional and cried foul.  If Hyde had said, “I would feel better if you had a job,” and I got a job, but his poor treatment remained, then I would have seen that he was dishonest, and that would have revealed a crack in the mask. However, because Hyde never voiced his expectation, but only hinted at it, he created feelings of uncertainty and inadequacy in me.  The feeling that you are somehow not enough is a powerful tactic in abuse.

Unspoken expectations are a huge red flag in recognizing covert abuse.  When a spouse refuses to disclose a reason for hinting around at something, you can bet he/she is manipulating you and trying to diminish your power in the relationship.  Furthermore, unspoken expectations also protect the good person image the abuser is desperate to portray.  It would not reflect well on him/her if you told a friend or family member that you are expected to do x when the situation does not logically call for you to do x.

Have you recognized unspoken expectations in your relationship?  Share in the comments below.

Disclosure: When evaluating your relationship for abuse, it is important to look at the overall trends of the relationship. If there is no overt abusive behavior this is especially important.  A pervading sense of wrongness, cyclical arguments, stonewalling, and withholding information/access are all indications that the balance of power is tilted and abuse may be occurring.  I am not a professional in this field, I am sharing my experiences in the hope that it may provide a glimpse of the truth from within the fog.  Like me, you may not realize that abuse can be a covert phenomenon.  Abuse is not gender-defined–both men and women can be abusers.

If you suspect you are being abused, please contact your local domestic abuse shelter.  If someone you know is being abused, please do not make accusations in front of the abuser–it could cause the abuse to escalate.

This is a public forum.  Use caution when commenting.

What Hyde Can Never Control

Today has been a very difficult day.

The weight of the world pushes on me in an attempt to force me to my knees.  Trying to keep my mind from sliding into an abyss is taking every ounce of energy.

I feel like a compressed spring trapped in my own body.  The tension between reality and the fog feels like it will tear my brain in two.

Hyde crafted this unstable situation in which I feel stuck.  He made sure my name wasn’t on the bank accounts and he refuses to supply me with any support to prevent my son and I from poverty as I scramble back into the workforce.  He stonewalled me and has maintained a stance of non-explanation except to blame me.  I have no financial security and no answers.  However, it won’t last forever.  This, like every other situation, has an expiration date….thank goodness!

Feeling so helpless is aggravating to me.  I am a fighter, but this round took more out of me than anything else ever has.  In such a mood, I have to show myself concrete evidence that Hyde’s control is limited and that he is not exempt from natural, societal, or spiritual law. 

Truth:  Hyde can’t control time.

The minutes that pass are precious.  Each moment away from Hyde and his lies is an honest minute.  Just saying that is liberating!

He is four years closer to the end of life with nothing to show for it except an increased earning capacity.  Newsflash–you can’t take it with you!

Truth:  Hyde can’t control his image forever.

He slanders me, spreading the lie that I kicked him out.  Playing the victim after inflicting such cruelty upon others is conniving and evil.

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Dorian Gray - mattbenyo.blogspot.com

The false martyr he portrays is nothing more than another mask.  Like Dorian Gray, the uglification of his soul is real and his body will eventually betray him.  He already looks like a different man than the man I married.

Truth:  Hyde can’t control my happiness or my future.

Although he was able to exert his authority and cast the mantle of fog over me while we were together, his tactics lose their effectiveness as time passes and I recognize what he is/was up to.

Hyde can no longer rob me of the possibility of having another child. It may or may not happen, but Hyde no longer makes that call.  Released from the bondage of an abusive marriage, I have no obligation to give and give to someone who only takes. 

I take comfort in knowing that even if I never meet someone, my God loves me thoroughly and perfectly.  My commitment will not be unacknowledged.  In His Love I can rest.

*Sigh* This post took half a day to write, but it was time well spent because it gave me a much-needed shift in perspective.

Recovery is hard work.  I have to really wrestle with my mind sometimes because years of abusive treatment have planted lies I have taken on as truth.  Time to weed them out and toss them onto the burn pile!

Sad Eyes Smiling

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No, I don’t mean those puppy dog eyes meant to manipulate someone. The sad eyes I am talking about are my own.

For at least two years my eyes looked sad in nearly every photograph. My smile was only a shadow of the happy person I once had been. All my dreams for the future were slowly murdered by the one who promised to dream with me as he leached hope from me.

My sad eyes make me so angry!

Hyde, you are a miserable creature. Your heart is so small and miserly and you cannot grasp that happiness has nothing to do with money or comfort. You hid our finances from me, but you couldn’t break me that way, so you went after my dearest hopes. What a lowly coward you are!

God has greater plans in store for me and my son.  I was obedient to Him, while you, Hyde, spat in His face.  My Father will protect me from lasting harm from you and other evil-minded men. I know this because He opened my eyes, dispelled the lies, and released me from a prison I didn’t even know I was in.

Hyde, your icy stare failed to intimidate the last time you tried to break my will.  I knew then that my eyes weren’t sad, but strong. 

My eyes were once sad for want of Hyde’s love, but that’s not true anymore.  My eyes are tired now, but the day is soon coming where they will sparkle again.  That’s something to smile about! ☺

“I am selfish.” – Mr. Hyde

Mark Twain famously said, “When in doubt tell the truth.  It will confound your enemies and astound your friends.”  Well, I can tell you that this works–I just didn’t realize I was Hyde’s enemy until he abandoned me.

Very early into my relationship with Hyde, he randomly turned to me and said, “I am selfish.”  I remember feeling really confused.  First, why is he saying this out of the blue? Did I say something about selfishness? Second, why the heck is he saying this?  He doesn’t act selfish at all!

My natural reaction was to assure him he wasn’t selfish and proceeded to point out the things he had done that were selfless. At that point he’d been generous with his time, money and attention so his statement did not really compute in my brain.  It was nonsense.

I feel stupid for not taking him at his word, but now I realize I that it was impossible for me to believe he was selfish in the face of contradictory evidence.  He created a situation where I could not believe the truth he was admitting to me because it did not match my reality.  Looking back, not only was it my first red flag, but it was also my first memory of being gaslighted by Hyde.

As our relationship progressed, he became increasingly selfish.  He always got the first shower; he took the car unless I had a really good reason to borrow it; he didn’t ask me if I wanted a drink when he would get one for himself; he stopped kissing me as a newlywed (except for sex); he didn’t leave work to pick me up when I dislocated my knee and had to take three trains home (he did, however, proceed to tut tut me for not demanding him to leave work pick me up–I mean, what do you say to that when you explained how badly you injured yourself and he made no offer to transport you); he limited sex to one weekend day per week against my wishes; he unilaterally decided we weren’t having more children after agreeing to them before marriage; he took our only car leaving my poor son to trudge a mile home from school each day during this winter’s horrid conditions, then he abandoned us in a strange state with a crappy car while he bought a new one; now he refuses to pay spousal support so I can reestablish my life.

Well, Hyde, I believe you now.  You really are a selfish, ungrateful monster. And it explains a lot about why you have no close friends.