How Can You Help

“I have a loved one that I fear is stuck in this situation, what can I do, how can I help?” That is a tough position and I will do my best to answer it from my own experience in the matter, as a survivor. While there are striking similarities in abusers’ patterns, each situation is markedly unique.

For loved ones, the most frustrating part can be that no one can simply drag a person out of the deep water. Even if you see signs of abuse, you are literally looking at a tiny fraction of what is happening. Physical and verbal abuse are generally the most prominent outward signs. (I will also note that physical abuse, especially in the case of children, should be addressed immediately with protective services.) However, the emotional abuse is mostly silent to the public and where the most complicated facets come into play.

When I was in my period of drowning from the abuse, I had one certainty.  As strange as it may seem, the instability of finding the next foothold to get my head above water, was also a sense of security.  I didn’t fully understand the situation that I was in.  It wouldn’t be until my 18th year of marriage that my eyes started to open to the fact that this wasn’t “normal” in a relationship and that it was abusive.  My security came from the fact that, even though I was drowning, Joe was a constant.  He was there, right beside me.  Over the years I had come to believe that it was my fault for my precarious situation: I wasn’t a good enough wife, a good enough mom, I couldn’t clean correctly, I couldn’t interact with others correctly, I wasn’t intelligent, the list goes on.  Furthermore, he made me believe that he was keeping me in this deep water out of love for me.  He “put up” with my complete lack of worthiness and I would never be accepted or loved by anyone else. He even went as far as to twist real events with family and friends to show how little I was cared for.  It was the most isolating time in my life.  I couldn’t see a beach anywhere. I had friends, family and had people I interacted with, but I hid most of my life. I hid it in shame.  I didn’t want anyone to know how awful of a human I had come to believe I was.   There were a couple of fears in that.  The first being my own insecurities.  The second being that Joe was still pulling me out of the water from time to time, giving me glimpses of respite when I was meeting his criteria. If anyone knew and could get past how I was, it could either make Joe leave me or increase his disdain for how I was.  I wasn’t there. I fully believed I needed him, that I needed the methods of correction to be the wife and mom that I’d always dreamed of.

This leads to the question, what could anyone do to help me?  Directly, not much.  I was firmly planted in my reality of the deep water, struggling to figure out how to alter myself to become worthy of not drowning. What I needed was support, love and acceptance. As I withdrew to focus on not drowning, I isolated more and more.  My family of five did EVERYTHING together.  It was priority, control, and survival.  What I really needed is what eventually happened; to find some self-worth.  What others could have done is to quietly support me.  Not leave me to swirl in the water.  I needed someone to look past the survival skills that I was building and help me find myself. I needed to not feel alone.  By speaking poorly of Joe, that drove me further into isolation. I couldn’t risk the one source of security that I had.  Getting someone out of an abusive situation is a lot like fishing.  You have to cast your line (support) and wait patiently. Sometimes you need to refresh your bait, check your line and recast, but you have to keep casting it out. It makes a difference.

I will share an incredibly vulnerable story so that you can see how the little casts can make a huge difference.  When my trio was all small, I was at a particularly low point. It was my lowest point.  I had completely cut off communicating with the outside world for a period of time.  Not that long, but for a talker like me, a few days was significant.  I fully believed, because of what I’d been told by Joe, that I was a horrible excuse for a human and that I was turning his children into the same.  I didn’t see any beach and I was struggling to even see the sky.  I felt my kids anchored to me and I was too tired to continue to struggle against the water.  I went and sat in my garage, looking to see how I could seal off all of the crevices and openings.  I had an idea that if I could seal it all off, I could sit in the car with my trifecta, turn the car on, put a movie in the DVD player and we could all just sink completely into the water.  That would end the misery.  As I sat there contemplating and resolving, my phone rang.  It was by best friend since fourth grade.  She usually didn’t call because I would get in trouble if I talked on the phone during the day.  As a matter of fact, most people had quit calling. (It would distract me from the children and my daily chores, according to Joe.)  I was surprised she was calling and answered.  On the other end of that call, was my lifeline that day.  I remember it so clearly as I sat on the garage steps.  Amy’s voice telling me she was thinking about me and she wanted to tell me she missed me and she loved me.  That simple cast was all it took to reel me in from being completely under.  I stood up and walked back in the house.  We talked for a bit and I went back to work being a mom.  That was my desperately needed foothold that day.  She didn’t tell me that Joe was a jerk or challenge anything that I was doing, she simply showed love and care.  I will forever be grateful for that call and my friendship with Amy.  My trio and I have beautiful lives and so much living yet to do.

If someone you love is drowning in an abusive cycle, the number one thing is to not give up on them.  Please, do not take away your support.  It might be frustrating and may seem so obvious to you as to how it should be handled, but the situation is incredibly complex.  Be patient, keep reaching out just to offer simple support.  Try not to judge because you cannot fully understand the reasons as to why they are in the deep water.  Let them know they are not alone. If they start to tell you some of what is happening, listen.  For as much as they tell you, it is most likely a drop of water compared to the ocean that is really there. That one small drop could be a test to see if they can open up even more. Try not to force solutions. Be empathetic.  Above all, let them know they are worthy and they are loved without any disclaimers. The real battle is within themselves to accept it. The key factor to getting out of the deep end of the water is for the person being abused to have enough self-worth to know that they deserve better; that there is better waiting for them.  When they start to ask for resources, provide them, but still give them time.  That first swim towards the beach takes a lot of courage and strength.

2 thoughts on “How Can You Help

  1. Thank you for sharing your story. I’m sure you do not remember me, but you and Joe purchased the home my, then husband, and I were selling in Wood River on George Street. My heart breaks knowing that this couple I met, who was embarking upon life, was actually the beginning of a living hell for you.

    I am not sure if you knew, but I grew up across the street from Joe (JoJo) is what the kids in the neighborhood called him. I am so sorry this was your life, and your children’s for so long.

    Abuse comes in many forms. My own mother was physically and verbally abused by two husbands when I was a child. My own father held a gun to her head when I was but an infant. My aunts told me I wouldn’t allow a male anywhere near me for years; I later fell into relationships that were not healthy. I finally woke up one day and realized I had to change. I had to do something or I would literally die. I made the excuse that since I was never hit, my life didn’t consist of abuse. My therapist told me after my second marriage ended, that I had “battered women’s syndrome.” I was completely offended, and flat out pissed off when she told me that. I explained that I’ve been hit. No one would ever get out alive if they laid a hand on me. I knew I what I was capable of, and promised myself as a little girl, NO ONE would ever do to me what they did to my mother….I was blind. She was right. I saw “my beach,” after I angrily left her office and vowed to never go back. That “crazy bitch,” yes, I said that aloud as I sat in my car, didn’t know me. Two weeks later, in tears, at her office, I was able to begin the healing process.

    Thank you for sharing; thank you for taking the hell that you lived, and telling your story. You will piss so many off (like my therapist), I mean that in a positive light….but many of them will see you as a lighthouse; through the thick fog, at night; and they will know that land is ahead.

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  2. Alicia,
    Your strength and courage are amazing! I was married to an addict who used similar tactics to be able to continue using and keep his family together. He had me believing it was my fault that he used. He was under a lot of pressure to provide the life we had (the lifestyle HE picked) and if I wasn’t so pretentious ( driving a Toyota Camry) and nagging him all the time (to stop using) he wouldn’t need to use. I really believed that and I’m sure you could probably add to this story very accurately. Anyway, I started seeing a counselor and it took a long time to feel confident enough to make the decision to leave. I admire you and the work you are doing to make a difference. I have shared my story with Lyndsey (she was young and unaware at the time it was occurring) and I share your blog with her in the hopes that maybe, just maybe, she will put both of experiences in the back of her head and recognize manipulative behaviors if she finds herself on the receiving end.

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