Sharing your story—publicly or privately—is a significant step in the healing journey for any survivor.
Some prefer to share their story with one or two trusted people. Others may want to share it with groups of safe people, such as family, friends, or a community group they belong to.
Sometimes, survivors want to put pen to paper and write or type their story out—for personal reference or in a published forum.
Whatever way you choose and feel comfortable doing it, we encourage you to find a comfortable space where you feel safe to share your story.
How to Share Your Story of Abuse
If you want to share your story publicly and anonymously—using a pseudonym, we invite you to consider sharing it with our MEND community in our collection of stories.
Survivors often experience a new sense of freedom when they write their stories. And when they are shared in safe spaces, they provide freedom for others who find themselves in these challenging relationships.
If you want to share your story publicly and anonymously, we invite you to contribute to our MEND community's collection of survivor stories. Here’s how:
- 1Write your story: Take your time and take good care of yourself as you put pen to paper about your experience with abuse, how it impacted you, and how you have healed. The process can be both therapeutic and empowering.
- 2Submit anonymously: We value and respect your privacy. When you’re ready, you can submit your story anonymously through this secure link.
- 3Connect with others: Your story can bring comfort, hope, and validation to others in need who are facing similar challenges.
Here, at MEND, we use a pseudonym for every survivor. Some survivors choose to write or share their stories publicly using their real name. Jessica Simpson is one of those survivors who wrote her story in a book and published it for both her own healing journey and for victim advocacy.
How Jessica Simpson Told Her Story of Abuse
In 2020, actress and singer Jessica Simpson shocked the world with her memoir “Open Book.”
In her powerful autobiography, she shed light on the profound and damaging impact of abuse in her life. Simpson traced her trauma directly to the root: the unaddressed sexual abuse she experienced as a little girl manifested itself throughout her life in an ongoing battle against drugs and alcohol addiction.
Perhaps the most applicable part of her testimony came from an interview with ABC News. Simpson said that one of the reasons she shared her abuse story was so that she could “accept it” and “say it out loud.” She felt she could heal more after talking about the abuse.
Simpson saw herself as a cautionary tale. She shared her story so that “parents would be more aware of situations their kids might be facing.”
Her story shows how helpful it can be for victims to speak about their experiences, even if they do so in writing and choose a pseudonym. Getting your story out, in whatever capacity feels comfortable and right for you, can be an integral part of the healing process.
Benefits of Sharing Your Abuse Story
1. Talking Helps Us Process
When Simpson fully disclosed her experiences to a therapist, she could identify the deep-seated issues that stemmed from her trauma. She says that it helped her accept it when she wrote about the abuse.
While internal processing is an essential after-effect of abuse, bottling up your emotions and experiences can make it more challenging to sort through the painful experience. Talking aloud about your pain with a trusted listener like a therapist or friend can help you reflect and see things from a new perspective.
Writing down your abuse story can also be transformative - whether it’s public with your real name or a pseudonym or it’s kept private.
2. Talking Allows Others to Help
Going through abuse can be isolating for multiple reasons. One of which is that there may be social constructs in your family or social circle that make the idea of talking about abuse especially daunting.
Simpson expressed that growing up as a preacher’s daughter, she felt that sex was a taboo topic. This made the thought of coming forward to her parents scarier. Even though she was the victim, she still felt guilty about the sexual activity she experienced.
But once she told her parents about the family friend’s daughter abusing her, they stopped socializing with the family. Simpson wished that her parents had helped her by talking through her experiences. However, she said that being physically removed from the situation was a first line of protection–something responders are wise never to hesitate to do.
As Jessica’s story highlights, perpetrators of sexual abuse are often in very close and trusted positions within a victim’s life. Abusers often gain the victim’s loved ones’ trust.
Because of this, the support system surrounding the victim is often oblivious to abuse. And you do not have a chance to help if you are not aware of what is happening. Unfortunately, speaking up about abuse does not always result in gaining support.
If you decide to share your story with someone you trust and find they are not compassionate, believing you, or supportive, please know that you are not alone. We call this type of response Double Abuse®. We encourage you not to isolate in response but rather to seek outside help from a well-trained therapist or a domestic violence advocate or call the National Domestic Violence Hotline for help.
3. Talking About It Enables Forgiveness
Simpson found much of her healing by confronting her perpetrator, which helped her forgive and let go. However, this is not advisable for everyone, as each situation differs.
Experiencing abuse can create thoughts like:
These lies can become entrenched. But they don’t need to be permanent.
The key to putting these lies behind you is placing the responsibility for the abuse solely with the abuser.
This does not necessarily require face-to-face confrontation.
If you believe such a step would be best for you and have sought advice from experts who are highly skilled in abuse and trauma, and they agree, we encourage you to follow your instincts.
Whether confrontation is part of the process or not, seeking to forgive is essential to your health and freedom - it takes you off the hook and puts them on it.
Forgiveness gives us the strength to remove the influence of the person or people who hurt us.
And one can forgive and still seek legal retributions for the abuse perpetrated against them. It does not mean forgetting or reconciling with the abuser.
Forgiveness is about freeing you!
Sharing Your Story of Healing and Empowerment
We welcome you to consider publishing your story anonymously on our website.
Our collection of stories helps bring comfort and hope to others in these similar relationship dynamics. It shows them they are not alone.
If you are comfortable and ready, visit this “Share Your Story” link to upload your story!
Or if you prefer to write it down privately to keep for yourself, that is an equally good option. Writing is therapeutic; it helps to process and brings perspective.
And if you aren’t ready to share or write your story, that’s okay! Take the time you need.
When you are ready, we encourage you to seek safe people to share your story with. You can also come back and share it here.
This is all i can do. Everyday i be beat and punished for the smallest things. I try to do everything in my power to make them happy but they always make my life unlivable.
Thank you for your comment. Please realize that nothing you do to make your partner happy will change their abusive behavior. Rather than focusing on your partner try to begin focusing on what you can do for yourself. Love yourself, advocate for yourself with safe people. No person deserves to be abused. Abuse is a choice. It’s not an accident and it’s never the victim’s fault. Please take our virtual self-paced course which you can find on our resource page of our website. It is only four modules long and will provide you with a comprehensive education related to your particular circumstances and jump start you on your healing journey. Please take real good care of YOU. Love, Annette Oltmans
Hi!
I am reaching out because I am a domestic abuse survivor who developed an autoimmune disease as a result of almost 30 years of mostly the invisible kind of abuse from a legitimate narcissistic psychopath (serial cheater), but I was able to heal after my divorce completely, and I have written a book about my experiences. I wanted to see if you would consider using the information in my book as a resource for your website as well as a guest blog for your blog page.
The name of my book, which is currently available in both eBook and paperback form on my website, (quantumhurting.com / iamthestormwarrior.com), as well as on Amazon and Barnes & Noble websites, is QUANTUM HURTING- Where Autoimmune Diseases and Other Spiritual Illnesses Lie in Wait. It is an inspirational "comeback" non-fiction piece about healing from an autoimmune disease when I was finally able to understand what was causing it. My story is interwoven with some of the latest scientific findings, which show that autoimmune diseases are indeed caused by interpersonal trauma/abuse/adversity. It explains a lot of the reasons why people need to quantum heal in the first place!
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Engaging and thought-provoking empirically derived scientific data intertwined with my personal truth-finding and healing journey…
QUANTUM HURTING explores the intimately related epidemics of domestic abuse, abusers, autoimmune diseases, and related aspects of the quantum field and how the negative energies that invade a person's biofield (aura/electromagnetic field) by way of interpersonal trauma, cause inflammation in the immune system and eventually autoimmune disease.
Explore this aspect of the quantum field where autoimmune diseases and other spiritual illnesses lie in wait. Learn why these specific illnesses are spiritual illnesses first and foremost. Learn about this process from beginning to end, starting in the quantum field and continuing when negative energy/frequency/vibrations enter a person's biofield via interpersonal trauma and abuse. The process of interoception makes the corresponding negative chemical changes that lead to inflammation in the immune system and takes a direct order from the immediate external environment to begin attacking this new, unfamiliar part of the self it now dislikes/sees as a threat to the whole. No virus, bacteria, heavy metal, or environmental toxins are necessary for this process to take place. Also, learn why the immune system is NOT CONFUSED. How and why does ANGER set off a cytokine storm in the immune system, especially when intimate partners are involved? Why these illnesses are actually on a spectrum?
*In the DOMESTIC ABUSE AND ABUSERS sections, learn how to identify a true psychopath and why they and narcissists commit "murder by proxy", to make their victims become suicidal.
*In the ABOUT ME section, learn how I went from a healthy Division I softball player who mysteriously developed a deadly autoimmune disease a few years after being married and in the absence of other known supposed causes. I then mysteriously healed over 30 years later, shortly after my divorce. Also, explore how I healed and no longer tested positive for the "incurable " systemic lupus erythematosus. How I discovered my husband was a real narcissistic psychopath and more.
The overall goal I am trying to accomplish with my book is to educate and raise the collective frequency and vibration of as many people as possible through knowledge and empowerment so that they can heal, as I have been so fortunate to do!
-A little about me-
*Arizona Native-born and raised in Yuma, Az.
*Licensed Realtor
*Former National Champion and 2-time All-American member of the 1991 University of Arizona Softball Team
As a courtesy, I have attached the final manuscript for you to look through. The release month was 11/2024.
Thank you for your consideration,
JJ Jones
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Hi JJ Marie,
Thank you for reaching out. Your book sounds very interesting. I don’t know anything about this topic. I would love to have a Zoom call with you to determine if we can see compatibility to using some of the information at MEND. I’m traveling April 5-12. Maybe we can find a time before or after I return. Warmly, Annette
My mother and father were not rich, but they were always respected by everyone who knew them. There was never yelling or anger in our house. I was born into a family of mother, father, and three brothers, and another male cousin whose mother died when he was born. The two oldest brothers left home just before I was born on September and 3, 1942. The oldest brothers left home, and joined the Merchant Marines. When Japan destroyed Pearl Harbor in December 1941, there was no way of knowing if my brother was there. I was born 9 months later and believe I was a mistake that was conceived by my parent’s worry.about their son. My mother had been told by the doctor she should never go through another pregnancy. I was never told what happened, but my youngest brother, had never understood why he had been sent away for several weeks when he ( six years old) was sent to live with an aunt for several weeks. I never was given any details of my birth, but the first baby picture of myself was taken when I was about a year old. I was being held by a nurse with a complete uniform.My mother read a lot and she read about a company in New Orleans about the large ships who guide those ships in and out of New Orleans. She called him and asked if he would interview her son whose last name was the same as his.
He was accepted and had a great life!
In the meantime I was mostly left alone when my two brother were at school. my mother stayed busy and I spent time alone outside playing with a dog next door.
When I srtarted going to school, I was totally lost. I had no idea why I could not understand. I looked at words, but had no idea what they were. I could not read! I could not spell, and the only thing about school was being with friends. I had nightmares about being locked up in a little one room with a window so I could see friends playing, but I could not even lift my arm to wave at them.
I tried so hard and somehow I managed to get by.
My mother never held me and tried to make me feel that she loved me. She even forbade me to be friends with kids whose families were what she callled “trash”.
Church became my happiness.
And even today I cannot spell correctly
When I was graduating from 8th grade, my girlfriend and her boyfriend had another friend and they invited me to go with them to the graduation. My mother finally said I could go, but we were not to leave before the end of the dance. My girlfriend’s mother came and gave permission for us to leave to be taken to eat. It was the first time I had ever been invited to a restaurant and I was so happy, but when we arrived home,, my mother came screaming from the door. She told three friends to never come to our house again or even show their faces here again. I ran into the house and started crying. She had gone to the dance and I was not there. No explanation, not any discussion! That was my first thought of killing myself.
High school was even worse. And that was when killing myself felt like that was the only thing to do. I tried, but we only had aspirin and I took so many that I thought it do the job. It did not, but she never spoke to me about it and I began to hate her.
On and on, and I fell in love with Norman. We wanted to get married. I was a virgin, and he agreed to wait until we were married. My mother found a way to make me lose the man (to this day) that loved me and now I have to live with that for the rest of my life. That will not be long—- I am 82 years old and ready to get out of this life.
After Norman, I was raped and never told anyone. I guess I knew I would be blamed.
I eloped and married a man who I believed loved me, but he abused me just like my mother. We had two boys and he abused both of them as well. When I devorced him it was too late. Our first son was the love of my life, but he turned to drugs. His father physically abused him behind my back. Our second son has been able to overcome physical disabilities and is living with me. He is smart, but he only sees things as right or wrong— no in between. I wish I could be happy, but it can not happen.
Dear Mary Alice, my heart breaks for you. You’ve been through so much and so have your children. We cannot change the past but we can choose to love ourselves well as we move forward. You are your best advocate. It’s up to you how you will live out the remainder of your life. I encourage you to do things that will help to change your attitude about life. Be proactive about doing things that used to bring you joy. Maybe there is a craft you love or other forms of creativity. Force yourself to be active. Get outside and smell the fresh air. Go for walks and enjoy the scenery while the physical activity produces endorphins to counteract the stress hormones that are interfering with you having positive thoughts about yourself. When we are depressed we tend to isolate. Isolation is not good for your mental or physical health. Consider signing up for an art class or exercise class or both. Watch funny movies that make you laugh. Listen to good music and sing out loud. You might also consider seeing your physician to try an anti-depressant. Sometimes medication can get you over the hump. I would love to see you make changes in your attitude. Even though you are up in age there is still so much to live for and enjoy in life. You are worthy. You are lovable. You deserve to live out your life in the best way possible. Please take really good care of yourself. Big hugs, Annette
Thank you for creating such a compassionate and thoughtful resource on sharing personal stories of abuse. Your article provides a safe and empowering framework for individuals who may be seeking to express their experiences. The sensitivity and care with which you approach this delicate subject are truly commendable. By offering practical guidance on how to share these stories with authenticity and courage, you are making an invaluable contribution to healing and support. This piece is both powerful and inspiring, providing hope and encouragement to those who need it most. Excellent work!
Thank you so much for your kind words! 💛
This is an incredibly thoughtful and empowering guide for survivors seeking to share their stories. The sensitivity, clarity, and practical wisdom offered here create a safe and supportive framework for navigating such a deeply personal process. Your commitment to advocacy, healing, and survivor empowerment is evident throughout, and this resource will undoubtedly serve as a beacon of encouragement and strength for many. Thank you for this important and compassionate work.
Thank you for your kind words! 💛
I'm desperately seeking legal help in a mental and emotional abuse situation involving therapist/ client relationship. After telling my therapist I had feelings for her after weekly sessions for 15 months, she reciprocated and told me she was leaving the facility she was employed at and not pursuing or renewing her license. We started a relationship which grew intimate quickly and very serious, or so I thought. I rearranged my entire life to meet her needs and without any warning, on my 48th birthday which we had plans for, she ghosted me and then after 3 days tells me we're no longer in a relationship. This has happened 6 or 7 times over the past 4 months and I feel like she has completely taken advantage of knowing everything about me and uses that information against me now to mentally break me down. She has disregarded my goal of sobriety, my safety and has left me feeling suicidal like never before. I don't know how much more I can take and while I can see half the techniques she uses coming, she still manages to pull me back in with her promises of love. I feel that if I don't take legal action that I will fall victim to my own demise.
I'm reaching out for legal help on this matter due to my low level of income. I work full time but after child support and cost living I cannot afford up front legal fees. if anyone in the state of Wisconsin is able to help I would forever be in your debt, my life may actually depend on it. Thank you for listening to my story.
Thank you for bravely sharing your story. What you’ve described is a heartbreaking violation of trust and professional boundaries.
The manipulation, confusion, and emotional toll you’re experiencing are real and valid. While The MEND Project isn’t able to provide legal advice, we strongly encourage you to seek support from a trauma-informed legal advocate or mental health professional outside of this situation.
If you’re feeling suicidal, please reach out to a crisis line or go to your nearest emergency room. Your life matters, and you deserve safety and support.
Your former therapist is abusive and manipulative. I strongly encourage you take our online self-paced course, Finding Clarity and Healing in Difficult, Confusing, or Abusive Relationships. The course is only $57.00 and consists of four modules. If you cannot afford it we offer scholarships. Each module has about thirty minutes of reading and a two-hour recorded session with me. Graduates regularly report that the course saved them about a year of traditional therapy and changed their lives. It will re-shape your internal thoughts about yourself and bring you much needed clarity to dismantle your confusion and the trauma bond you have with your former therapist. I promise you this course will significantly help you. Please care well for yourself. You deserve it. Warm hugs, Annette
I would like to learn more about the scholarships if possible.I understand that the amount you're asking I'm $57 is not a lot when you have it, unfortunately I do not have an extra $57 in my budget without making $57 out of my food budget. please understand my concern about any more counseling but I believe online courses would probably be the only way I would consider ever trying any sort of counseling ever again. please let me know what I would have to do to be considered first scholarship and I will try my hardest to fulfill the needs.
If you scroll to the bottom of our course webpage, you’ll see the link for the scholarship application. We don’t want finances to stand in the way of anyone’s path to healing.
I kept asking myself: “Is it me?”That was always the question. Over and over. I didn't understand why. What was I doing wrong?
Because the abuse wasn’t always clear. Sometimes it was hidden. Sometimes I couldn’t even explain what was wrong. And when I did try, no one believed me. Or they minimized it. Or they blamed me. That’s the double abuse—first being hurt, then being dismissed.
I grew up in it. An ether of abuse. Everywhere. Silent. Constant. I was told I was too sensitive, that I couldn't take a joke. I was told not to cry, or "I'll give you something to cry about." The worst, worse than the belt or the slaps, was when my mom stopped talking to me. Sometimes for hours, for days, she didn't make eye contact, wouldn't talk to me, and then just as suddenly she would turn to me, make eye contact, and say, "Oh, did you say something to me?" and just as suddenly as it started, it ended. I never knew why, I never knew what was wrong with me. I learned to stay on guard. Hypervigilant. Always scanning. Always waiting.
I got married at 25 years old and divorced at 45. My husband was physically, sexually, verbally, and emotionally abusive. If I said “stop,” he continued, and it escalated. He loved Corvettes and loved to drive them fast. I was not the only one who got frightened when riding in the car with him. He drove fast, recklessly, changing lanes constantly, and it terrified me. One day, I was so scared that I told him to stop the car. I got out. I walked home. We never spoke about it, and I never rode with him after that.
Years later, I talked with him, I tried to make him aware that he was hurting me, and doing things that scared me. He said, "I don't remember you telling me anything like that. It's news to me." I brought up the time I walked home. He said, "Oh yeah. I kinda remember that, but you didn't have to walk very far." My fear meant nothing to him.
I was very fond of my niece. When her mom kicked her out, she asked to stay with me. I told her that she could stay for two weeks. Two weeks became two years. She was depressed, drinking, and I tried to help her. We were close, and I told her about being raped. She was shocked, and she was empathetic. I felt safe.
Time went by. She began to party all night and drag herself to work the next day. Every night, she brought home a man she met on Tinder. A strange man walking into my kitchen at 7 am scared me. I told her it's not ok, but it kept happening. One morning, after the man left, I told her It scares me, it's not okay, don't do it, she can't keep bringing strange men home like that. It has to stop. She looked at me and quickly walked off to her bedroom. A few minutes later, she came back and said, “In my defense—they’re not strangers to me.” That hit hard. She knew my history. She knew why it scared me. But her “defense” mattered more to her than my safety. That’s when I told her to move out.
My brother, her dad, came to help her pack. While they were packing, I needed to leave for an appointment, and I told them they needed to leave; they would have to finish later. I didn't trust them in my house alone. Suddenly, my brother stepped between me and the front door. He blocked me in my own doorway. Planted his feet. Refused to move. I had to call the cops. That night, I slept peacefully for the first time in months. I haven't seen or talked with them since.
Even friendships. Everyone thought she was nice, sweet, and kind. But often something just didn't feel right. Just like before, I didn't have words for it. It took me a long time to see a pattern – a different person, but the same pattern, and I knew it was going to get worse. It already had. A snide remark, calling me too sensitive, I couldn't take a joke. And anger, and it was getting worse. I promised myself that I will never let anyone treat me like that again.
Abuse gets inside you. It rewires you. It makes you question reality. It makes you small. It makes you live in hypervigilance. It makes you wonder, over and over—“Is it me?”
It wasn’t me.
Thank you for sharing your story with such honesty. The confusion, the invalidation, the emotional withholding, you’ve described the hidden layers of abuse with powerful clarity. What you experienced is exactly why we speak about Double Abuse, being hurt, then blamed or dismissed for trying to speak up.
You are not too sensitive. Your fear and instincts were valid. Your body was speaking to you. And your words, “It wasn’t me”, are a powerful declaration of truth. I encourage you to take our online, self-paced course Finding Clarity and Healing in Confusing, Difficult or Abusive Relationships. In just four modules you will gain a comprehensive education regarding the nuances of abusive relationships. This education will help to prevent you from making a mistake as you choose your next partner. It will also guide you in overcoming the attachment disruptions you experienced with your parents so that you can do away with feelings of self-doubt and grow to love yourself from a place of confidence and empowerment. Graduates of the course regularly report that it saved them about a year of traditional therapy.
You’re not alone. We’re honored to walk alongside you.
Warmly, Annette
Hello Annette,
Thank you for your reply. The Mend Project is transforming my life. I feel like I am starting to heal. My life was like living in a room full of distorted mirrors. Nothing is shown as it is. Reality twisted and turned. Every reflection is a false reflection. I am taking the course. I am learning so much. I feel supported. No more false mirrors. Forever grateful,
Carol
I’m glad to hear you’re taking the course! We’re rooting for you!
Hello- I truly want to thank you for giving me clarity in what I found impossible to understand or explain to anyone. I look forward to sharing my story with everyone in the near future but for now I am still fighting to rid myself of the horrific monster and the endless problems this person created for me. I never imagined someone could cause me to feel so loved and adored one minute and hated the next. I never imagined that calling police for help to end the abuse would backfire. I never imagined I’d be arrested when I never committed any crime or even worse, see the state prosecutors and even the judge call this man a “victim” when no such evidence exists that he is a victim of any crime. I found myself recording the abuse just to prove I was not “crazy”. I expected that evidence would clear my name and that I would see some sort of justice for the crimes committed against me and the blatant lies told to cause my arrest. That has yet to happen. In fact, the harder I fight, the worse it seems to get at times. I’ve lost count at how many times I’ve been told to “just move on”. I certainly don’t choose to live in pain everyday or deprive myself of joy or happiness. I thought getting away from this monster would allow me to be “free” but I was mistaken. I have lost my career, my home, friends, time with loved ones, and the financial costs are beyond comprehension. The list is endless, but, I thank God every day for what I do have! There are many days I feel completely defeated but giving up is NOT an option for me. I know I am not alone, I know the abuse, the trauma, the torture I have endured is not okay and I did not deserve any of it.
Thank you for bravely sharing your story. What you’ve endured is heartbreaking, and all too common. I’m so so sorry. The injustice of being blamed, disbelieved, and retraumatized by the very systems meant to protect you is exactly what we call Double Abuse. You are not crazy, and you’re not alone.
Your strength in continuing to fight, even when it feels defeating, is remarkable. Please keep holding onto the truth: you didn’t deserve any of this.
When you’re ready, we’d be honored to hear your full story. In the meantime, you may find support and clarity through our course, Finding Clarity and Healing in Difficult, Confusing, or Abusive Relationships. Graduates regularly report that the course changed the course of their lives, jumpstarted their healing, and saved them about a year of traditional therapy. We’re standing with you. I also recommend that you practice self-care techniques. Force yourself to do things that bring you joy. Try to find one person you can confide in who is safe and supportive. Additionally, joining an online or in-person support group can be very helpful. Don’t give up. You’re in a tough season but you will get through it. Big hugs, Annette
I have come to realize two things over the last few months. The first is that I am a victim of narcissistic abuse by my parents, and the second is that I am a victim of emotional incest. I have been doing extensive research on these two subjects, and the more I learn the more my past and my parent's behavior makes sense. I have memories of my mother harshly berating me one minute and then love-bombing me the next. I remember her using me as emotional support for her issues while never supporting me when i needed her. I remember her touching me and smothering me in a way that made me feel dirty and gross. I have come to realize that I was effectively brainwashed into worshipping my parents as false idols. When I started confronting them about their past behavior after I broke down crying when i went to church again for the first time in many years they kept insisting that I was remembering things wrong, that they didn't know what i was talking about, or that I should just get over it. From what I have researched these three traits are known as gaslighting, playing dumb, and toxic positivity, which are all traits of those with narcissistic personality disorder. I know that I probably shouldn't have but I continued to confront them about both their past and present toxic behavior towards me, like how I kept trying to explain myself to them and they just kept pretending like they didn't know what I was talking about. Eventually it reached a tipping point and now they are now kicking me out. It feels like my whole world is unraveling and I don't know what to do next. I will admit that I might be wrong about my parents, but I am almost 90% sure that I am right.
Thank you for having the courage to share what you’re going through. Realizing the truth about our upbringing, especially when it involves emotional incest or narcissistic abuse, is incredibly painful and disorienting. You’re not alone in this confusion, and your clarity is hard-won.
What you described, gaslighting, emotional enmeshment, toxic positivity, are common patterns in covert abuse. It’s normal to question yourself, especially when the people harming you deny it or retaliate when you speak the truth. But your instincts and your pain are valid. That said, I would not continue to strive for validation or understanding from your parents. Narcissists are not capable of being introspective. In other words, they don’t have an inner critic. Their criticisms are focused toward their victims. Additionally, all parents remember things from the past differently from how their children do. Child/parent relations come from different perspectives. Rather than hoping they will validate you, which will likely never come to pass, focus on taking real good care of yourself. Practice self-care, doing things that bring you joy while also seeking connection from safe people who will validate you. Eventually, you will get to a place where you knowing your truth is enough. You won’t need validation. In the mean time, please protect yourself and stop engaging your parents in these discussions where you will be wrongly judged and your memories will be minimized or dismissed.
We hope you’ll keep trusting your process and taking one step at a time. If it helps, our course Finding Clarity and Healing in Difficult, Confusing, or Abusive Relationships offers language and tools for exactly what you’re navigating right now. The course is self-paced and will give you a comprehensive education regarding the nuances you’re experiencing. Graduates regularly report that the course changed the course of their lives, jump-started their healing, and saved them about a year of traditional therapy. Please take care. Love, Annette