Category: Self awareness

  • Why Now?

    Why Now?

    Why now make the change?

    What brings you here today?

    This day

    This hour

    This moment

    In your life.

    Have you had enough with the status quo?

    Did something happen to tip you over the edge?

    That red flag went too far?

    Desperate?

    Why now?

    I cannot carry on any more

    I dont want to hold this any longer

    Its too risky to keep

    Its to heavy to hold

    I dont want to be responsible – for what might happen – for what has happened

    Why now?

    What motivates your change?

    I want to be better

    I want to be healed

    I want to be happy

    I want this to end

    Why today and not yesterday – and why not tomorrow?

    Why now – confront the pain?

    Why now – begin that process?

    Why now – give light to the darkness?

    Why now?

    Now is not too late

    Now is where the power is

    Now that you are here, lets start

    Now

    Why now?

    Now is good enough.

    Time, to let go.

    Its as good as time as any

    Time to face up

    Face it

    Deal with it

    Why now?

    Because now is time.

  • What path do you choose?

    Is it the one that looks outside?

    And sees the things all shiny and inviting

    Or sees the platform, the status or the power?

    The one that still wants to win, at all costs?

    Is that the path you still choose?

    What path do you choose?

    The one set out already, of expectation, rules and tradition?

    Doing what was the right thing, and going through the motions?

    Living to please those who set the rules?

    Is that really your path?

    What path do you choose?

    Is it one of pain, anger or jealousy?

    Making a choice to be bitter, ongoing torment and anxiety?

    And facing rejection and violence along that road

    What path do you choose?

    What about your heart?

    What about mine?

    What about the path of love and goodness?

    And what will you discover as you do?

    A path as yet undiscovered, one waiting

    Yet the path you choose is the one in which you’ll find exactly what you’re looking for, the one from which you’ll see the world as you travel.

    What path do you choose?

    What choice do you make?

    When your feet touch the ground

    What do I bring as I walk? How can I be me as I walk?

    What path do you choose?

    What steps to take?

    What is your intention?

    To create, make or to break?

    You choose, it really is up to you

    Inspired by Gary Zukav, The seat of the soul, p237

  • Feeling the soul

    I can’t be understood

    I can’t be thought

    I can’t be bought

    I just am

    I am only felt

    I am only listened to

    Soul

    Heart

    Soul feeling

    Voice between the thoughts

    Inner life

    The dark night

    The prompting voice

    Wants space

    But doesn’t demand it

    Waits

    Soul feeling

    Feel the breath

    Feel your soul

    Feed it silence

    Nourish with space

    Love the soul

    See it, give it, let it

    Be felt

    Be transformed

    Through the feelings of your soul

    Feel it

    Feel life

  • Surviving Psychopathic Parenting (Part 21) Accepting delusional normality

    Surviving Psychopathic Parenting (Part 21) Accepting delusional normality

    If you’re like me and have spent a lot of your life reading or watching politics, you may know about the phrase ‘hyper-normalisation’ . I dont know who coined it, but its spoken of in depth in Adam Curtis’ brilliant documentary here. The key part in which he speaks of it, is when the people of Russia dying of poverty are living a very different life to that of which is portrayed on their TV screens, and they accept it as ‘normal’. Imagine A Boris Christmas party being live broadcasted last year. Curtis’ documentary is long, but worth it.

    Anyway, this blog isn’t about politics. Its about Normality.

    I have found it fascinating, that over the course of the last few years, especially, as I have shared my story, incidents, events and situations of my childhood and then more recent times involving my parents, I sometimes get the reaction ; ‘That isn’t normal behaviour’ , then followed with… ‘ its shocking/abusive/disturbing/manipulative’

    It isnt normal behaviour.

    But then, like Boris world, and his accompanying anger – growing up in ‘non normal’ world, is about navigating it for safety reasons – showing pretend acceptance that doesnt rock the boat, hiding and all the other things. But its one of the weirdest things to write about, is that those who create a delusional reality, that isnt ‘normal’ (but normal to them) – based on entitlement, ego, woundedness, self absorption, narcissism etc – then expect that this normal is adhered to by others.

    Sounds sort of cult like. Sounds pretty psychopathic too.

    But what about me, what about any of us caught in the whirlwind of delusion, of a person chucking out death traps all the time?

    One form of ‘normal’ they create is the one that you are forced to accept – their world.

    There is another one too.

    Theres the ‘Everything is normal’ that they determine.

    They do a weird thing.

    Imagine for a moment that you have no capacity to show remorse, shame or guilt – can you imagine that?

    So now, consider how you react after someone has called you out for your crime?

    Remember you cannot feel shame, guilt or remorse (and secretly you enjoyed the party, or crime)

    Of course, not only do you have selective amnesia about it, deny it, or blame others for it (taking no responsibility) … and hope to get away with it..again and again… but then what…

    Yes, you guessed it. They carry on as normal.

    As if nothing happened.

    Making no attempt to do any work in the relationship, because..they dont do anything wrong..remember?

    Thats one of the crazy bewildering patterns of the abusive ones. Sometimes it even is accompanied by ‘playing the victim’ and being hurt that they got found out. On other occasions it may be said that ‘everyone just needs to move on and forget about it’ or ‘you cant get over what I did, I said sorry’ – putting the responsibility on someone else again, and they create a new normal, their normal.

    Its bewildering isnt it? And thats why growing up in an emotionally abusive home, delusions become normalised.

    And everyone else goes – that really isnt normal, or thats not the way to deal with hurt or pain..

    But negotiation or conversation about the abuse never happens.

    It’s normalised. Its not even viewed in that way. Its ignored.

    Because a person who cant feel, cant accept that others might feel too.

    Everyone else is emotional and cant get over it.

    Most normal people recognise when they cause pain.

    Some normal people might apologise

    Some might have to face consequences.

    Others live in a reality in which none of these exist.

    Where everyone else is expected to see normal in the way they do.

    As a child, its only possible to navigate through the delusion with safety, and escape on the mind.

    But that delusional reality, and the trauma created as a result of it..affects..

    Every time I accepted normal as abusive I denied myself, though that core was hurting badly.

    Surviving Psychopathic parenting was about navigating the delusional normality and the price that I and everyone else paid for it.

    And then what happens when you stop…

    And realise that I deserve better, and able to stand up for myself.

    See the delusional world, highlight others to it, and stay out.

  • Holding the weight, when the other doesn’t

    I was wondering, what are the things we do, when in the midst of abusive relationships, before we realise that it wasn’t actually us?

    Therapy is one of them

    This reminded me of more….in an abusive relationship, of some of the strong imbalances..

    You do the work – for those that wont

    You do the thinking – for the one that wont

    You show up – for the one that hides

    You take the blame – for the one that gives it

    You have principles, of truth – for the one who is just out to win

    You do the time – for the one who wants easy

    You solve and fix – the damage they create

    You take on their issues – for the one who demands it

    You take on responsibility – for the one who avoids it

    You invest in the relationship – for the one who expects it

    You respond to their emotions – for the one who projects them

    You keep the peace – for the drama that spews from them

    You stay the quiet one – for the one who can’t see themselves, making the noise

    You remember things – for the one who’s amnesia is selective

    You start….eventually… too see….

    Yourself, in a way they cannot see.

    and

    Them, in a way they cannot see either.

    That you are more than an extension of their abuse

    That all you have dealt with, are tools too for making you strong.

    You and I have put up with so much, that its now time to fly.

    As a friend commented to me, there are nuances to this, that a short article can never convey, my focus on this is more parent/child abusive relationships, but that doesnt negate the possibility/reality that partner relationships can be very one sided and these binary occur. The adage that ‘they dont change’ unless we do is undoubtedly true, but as you do change, seeing the extent of that weight can start to be released..

  • ‘How can I stop myself becoming like them?’

    ‘How can I stop myself becoming like them?’

    Spiders, Clowns, Heights, Buttons, Spaces, The dark, Nuclear war, being bullied at school….

    These weren’t the things I fear in most of my life. It wasnt things.

    It wasnt just ‘that parent’ that gave me considerable terrors. Have a read of my story above for more.

    That was bad enough.

    That voice. Those footsteps up the stairs. That coldness.

    But there was something else.

    Something that I think we all fear at some point in our lives.

    Was something I feared from the age of about 14

    Even if we have half decent respectable parents – it can be that weird thing of starting to act like them when we get to ‘that’ age, or ‘that’ moment – often when we have kids of our own.

    But what if your parents have been utterly abhorrent, in one way or another? What if they have been physically, emotionally or sexually abusive? What if they have few redeeming features at all? What if they are narcissistic/psychopathic to their core?

    When we see those parents for who they are – the light dawns – and for me it was a fairly early age – but could do nothing about it – the fear becomes very real.

    The fear is this:

    How do I stop myself becoming anything like them?

    And it plagued me.

    It might plague you too.

    That has been one of my biggest fears all my life.

    Will I end up being abusive? Will end up treating others the same? Am I psychopathic myself?

    Its a question I remember asking when I was still a teenager.

    Will the pattern continue? and Am I likely to turn out the same?

    how can I stop this? Will I be able to prevent it?

    Theres something else that caused me to worry about this. Its that the same abusive parent would often suggest that I was just like them.

    We’re just the same James‘ she would often say – we both have this kind of personality, and I remember thinking, even then queasily, no I’m not – people actually like me, and I think I know how to be kind to people.

    But have you ever had that situation where your abuser wants to alleviate themselves by saying that they’re not much different to you. Its like they’re trying to convince themselves, and yet at the same time be utterly bewildering at the time.

    Youre just like me, Don’t you dare think you’re better than me, we’re just the same.

    Oh the horror.

    How to emotionally confuse , gaslight, me as I knew then, that I was and am nothing like them and have no desire to be, at all.

    Yet with that fear in mind, what happens?

    It’s complicated.

    On one hand to try and not be like abusive parent, I become like other parent, accommodating, boundary less, unable to stand up for myself. In other words….too nice, helpful, open, and then walked all over..and also a shell of a person….. but on the positive… at least my fears aren’t realised….

    Im just then a walking punch bag ready to be pierced with defence mechanisms so high.

    Its like from over compensating in one way, I end up somewhere else – instead of damaging others deliberately, im damaging myself.

    But was there any real alternative anyway? Thats what I had to do to survive the childhood with the monster anyway. Stay small, stay out of the way, and fearfully accommodate with eggshells like landmines.

    Yet in another way, I would ‘end up’ like them… told you it was complicated.

    In desperate attempts to be seen, heard, validated and affirmed…that never arise anyway – (so quit this when you can – emotionally immature parents cant give this, however hard you try) – I sort of end up in places of work that they might acknowledge and validate. This isnt unusual either, how many kids become vets because their parents are – how many children do this out of ‘trying to please’… ? So, subconsciously, I think, I end up working in churches and ministry for 20 odd years, a default on one level, and somewhere in there is a thought about deep conformity, as the older, trophy child.

    So I would end up becoming ‘a bit’ like them, in the work that I do.

    Id spend most of my lifer up until the age 40 wrestling with that voice in my head, that fear of ‘don’t be anything like your mum’ thing, I wouldn’t know how to stop it, and a torment of analysing my actions to assess my motives, my behaviours.

    What I know now, is that kind of emotional trauma suffered by me , that I normalised to an extent, through childhood, has needed a place of safety, the reconnection with my family to share the common stories and name the abuse, the love of friends, and my partner Christelle, two, maybe more bouts of therapy, lots of books to help me see and understand everything. To realise now, though that I am not like them, because unlike one parent I have protected myself, and others from them, I am making others aware of them, and also the wider world aware of the effect of abusive mothers, and also reconnecting deeply with myself, to not be the shell, the mask even, that was.

    They do say that if you are worried about becoming like that person, your own self reflection is likely to cause you to be very different, as this is often a quality they dont have. If you think you might end up being a psychopath, you’re not one.

    That mask and shell might be the subject of a future piece.

    Do have a look on the resources page for books and articles on emotionally immature parents, that I found useful, and you may do too.

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  • Allowing Shit to Settle

    No thanks

    I’d rather pretend the shit didn’t exist thank you very much

    I’d rather add a whole layer of other stuff on top of it

    I’d rather pretend that the shit was actually roses without any thorns

    I’d rather do avoid the shit, and run and hide away

    I’d rather distract from the shit

    Id rather bypass the shit and say it was just God’s plan for me to endure

    I’d rather keep busy that sit with it.

    I’d rather cover it up with comforting food

    Or hope that entertainment soothes it

    Or scroll on Facebook to take on even more, or get annoyed at something else

    Or go to a football match or do some exercise to ‘get the anger out’

    I can’t allow it to settle

    That would mean accepting

    Feeling it, smelling it

    Sensing it in its fullest sense

    Realising that it exists

    And it has affected me

    And I feel sad, I feel angry, I feel hurt,I feel..what ever this dose of shit makes me feel

    Rage, hurt, tears, coming out, from amidst the shit

    And then

    The voice from within that says, you are not the shit

    I am not the shit, I am bigger than it

    I let it, but it isn’t devouring me, I can feel it, look at it, and realise that I am me, and the shit isn’t me

    Even if I am in it or have been given it

    It’s not a place to want to stay and now that I’ve felt it, I can move away

    And not keep it buried, hidden or avoided to come back to..and deal with, another day. Piling more and more above it

    Naming it, feeling it, sensing it, letting it settle, and be

    And breathe, and know, that I am more, I am bigger, I can see

    That there’s a way out, that I can take, and in the quiet of nothing

    That voice , that me, is waiting to speak, and heal, repair and recover, rebuild and remake

    And Ill look at the shit one day from a different place, and realise how far I am from it, and I needn’t look back, because I dealt with it once, twice or many

    Clean air awaits, entices and breathes, it’s fresh and it’s pure, green grass in the fields awaiting our feet

    It’ll only feel good when I haven’t cheated, and try to enjoy it with a bag full of shit, I’m still carrying around, or buried deep, hoping never to be found.

    Letting it settle and letting it be

    Is part of the way of making me free.

    (thank you to Gabriella Russo on Facebook for the image)

  • Surviving Psychopathic Parenting (Part 20) Turning up to school, with blood on my hands

    (TW, Self Harm)

    There was blood on my hands every day I was in Primary school.

    No scars of the pain of abuse, apart from my own.

    Torn away skin

    On the top of my fingers.

    Every day pain.

    Squeeze those fingers. Make it bleed

    Feel that pain.

    Make it sore.

    Every day pain.

    Pick that Scab and make it worse.

    My fingers, my nails, my spots, my hair

    Needed to feel something

    No signs of abuse on my body, except what I did to myself

    Soften that nail, break it off, and wait for the pain

    How bad will it be

    skin peeled back

    Infections

    Blood red turned to white

    Septic fingers

    That smell and

    sting of TCP

    Septic fingers

    Signs of anxiety, fear and self sabotage

    Septic fingers

    Septic home

    gnawing fingers till they bled

    Punished for picking them

    Hands slapped more

    Pain on pain

    Shamed for picking them

    Pick the skin back

    make it bleed

    my body doesn’t matter

    Pain I needed to feel

    And if not fingers, toes

    Toes bleeding through the night

    Kicking footballs the next day.

    Blood stained socks in school shoes.

    My Pain body. Body full of pain.

    Trying to squeeze it out , one septic finger at a time

    get the pain out, will it go away?

    Pain, the only feeling I was able to feel.

    Pain was all I deserved to feel

    Pain, in a septic home of terror.

    Pain Pain go away

    Come back the next day.

    Another nail, another unhealed bit of skin

    Sore, bright red, raw, pain.

    Bite, bite, pick, pick

    Cant let them heal.

    Stay sore.

    Self inflicted wounds

    Hiding scars of terror

    Of loveless neglect

    Feel the pain

    Never let it go away.

    Turning up every day

    With blood on my fingers.

  • Facing up to the Male Crisis

    Facing up to the Male Crisis

    I have been reading ‘The Courage of Hopelessness’ by Slavoj Zizek (2017) , its a hard read but an interesting one. He tackles some interesting subjects , ranging from Brexit, The EU and in his last two chapters the responses to the US presidential election win of Donald Trump in 2016.

    In this chapter he write the following:

    Men are gradually turning into perpetual adolescents, with no clear passage of initiation enacting their entry into maturity (military service, acquiring a profession, even education) . No wonder then, that in order to supplant this lack, post-paternal gangs proliferate, providing ersatz-initiation and social identity.‘ (Zizek, 2017)

    The section makes some fascinating observations on the nature of the figure Women adopt with in the capitalist ideal. However, it is the ‘Men as perpetual adolescents’ comment that I thought it fascinating to reflect on. Trump, being that archetypal perpetual adolescent.

    Perpetual adolescent’ is an interesting phrase? What might that mean to you?

    What characteristics might this be in reference to?

    Someone with no self-awareness, taking no responsibility, quick to blame others, ‘spitting their dummy out’ , too much ego?, having little empathy, black/white thinking, not great at planning, impulsive, reactionary, rebellious non conformity, school yard bullying, getting what they want?

    I’m reminded of this quote in a guardian article referring to the current prime minister ‘Remember what a teacher at Eton wrote to his father in 1982: “Boris sometimes seems affronted when criticised for what amounts to a gross failure of responsibility … I think he honestly believes that it is churlish of us not to regard him as an exception, one who should be free of the network of obligation which binds everyone else.” A justified retort, of course, would be that this is the exact mindset that Eton is designed to produce – but even in that context, Johnson seemed to be in a league of his own.’ (https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2021/dec/12/boris-johnson-crisis-contempt-covid-levelling-up?CMP=Share_AndroidApp_Other)

    I might challenge Zizek on the point that not all adolescents are like this – many matured to quick, and many young people take lots of responsibility on, and challenge authority, make positive decisions etc etc… but the point is well made, I think..

    In his book ‘Surrounded by Psychopaths’ Erikson suggests that CEO, Media and Sales are 3 of the top 4 professions where a psychopath might work – these are all roles created by capitalism, as Ronson describes in this fascinating and humorous TED talk. A psychopath is someone who shows no remorse, blaming others. Narcissists, closely related to psychopaths thrive in bewildering black/white, right/wrong dualistic thinking. Frederik Riberson describes this well in his videos here – are some of these consistent characteristics with ‘perpetual adolescent’ type thinking?

    Maybe I’m making a few quantum leaps here, but is there more and more a Man crisis? – and does western capitalist society cause/create the environment where this is in even more evidence? Especially to be ‘successful’ within it – is to reject humane qualities – emotional intelligence, warmth, genuineness, complex thinking, empathy?

    A piece in the Guardian this week said the following, in relation to male and female leaders:

    https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2021/nov/30/it-is-crunch-time-for-humanity-we-need-everyone-to-start-leading-like-a-woman?CMP=Share_iOSApp_Other&fbclid=IwAR1ZrXub5LsOdN74eyynbjwtfKDslA6x15OEjLYRiiSCaX1g3LPpm8TpAzQ

    Is this about mediocre men Bullying their way to the top? – The BJ’s of this world? The piece also encourages a different type of leadership, a feminine one. (and thank you Jenni Osborne for highlighting the article)

    Is Mediocre man, the same as Adolescent Man? – probably.

    What do you think? Is there a Man crisis?

    There is a different man crisis – and that’s the considerable reality of suicide being the biggest killer of Men aged between 30-50 in the UK. That is most definitely a crisis. Might one crisis lead to the other?

    Men – too given to their persona to not seek help

    Men – feeling shame or afraid

    Going it alone, and frightened to be called out – status to be kept – over kindness for themselves and others

    Don’t be weak, don’t fail, must keep going, must make more money, strength is about winning at all costs….

    and I get it, as a 43 year old male, I truly do.

    In a book on Farming, and farmers have suffered significantly because of capitalism and resultant suicide, James Rebanks offers this, on the state of the environment, and also the human soul. For me it offers something in the remaking of the male.

    Someone who knows the land our very food grows on, might just know something… i challenge you to reflect on this:

    ‘What will our descendants say of us, years from now? How will we be judged? Will they stand in the dust of a scorched and hostile world, surrounded by the ruins of all the exists today, and think that we , who could have saved the earth, were thoughtless vandals, too selfish or too stupid to turn back? will the future know us as the generation who pushed things too far, on whose watch the world began to fall apart, who had so little courage and wisdom that we turned away from our responsibilities ?

    Or

    Will they lie in the cool green light of the oak trees that we planted and be proud of us, the generation that pulled things back from the abyss, the generation that was brave enough to face up to its own flaws, big enough to overlook our differences and work together, and wise enough to see that life was more than shop-bought things, a generation that rose above itself to build a better and more just world.

    This is our choice

    We are at a fork in the road

    There are a million reasons to believe that we are not big enough, brave enough or wise enough to do anything so grand and idealistic to stop the damage we are doing. We are choking to death on our own freedoms. The world of human beings is often ugly, selfish and mean, and we are easily misled and divided. And yet, despite everything, I believe we, you and I, each in our own ways, can do things that are necessary’ (James Rebanks, 2020, p266-267)

    and as Zizek puts it:

    The way to confront anxiety is to look at ourselves

    Zizek, 2017, p281

    Often its desperation, despair and the dive to the depth that causes the change to occur. Midlife awakening, crisis or breakdown – call it what you want to. Transformations do and can happen from within, and happen when there’s no choice but too. Only we, men can change. What do you think – is there a Mediocre Men crisis? And what questions might we want to ask ourselves, as men, deeply to be courageous, face our flaws and be brave to do the responsible thing?

    Its time to face, fully the prevailing male crisis, and it starts with each of us, and it continues with our own boys.

  • Boys and their Abused Dads

    Boys and their Abused Dads

    As a youth worker you get to hear alot of stories and moral panics about abusive or absent Dads, and the effect this has on children. It is often in regard to the behaviour of those children, especially in education or criminal contexts. Theres a cry for ‘better role models‘ – assuming that parental role models aren’t good enough. It is easy to blame the parents.

    The same rhetoric was used in those ‘christian’ mid nineties evangelical circles too that I grew up in, anyone else remember the ‘Even if your Dad was ______, God is a perfect father’ type stuff. Usually the reference to a Dad being abusive or absent. Strange thing then, that during those times there was little critique on that ‘perfect’ father sending a son to die.

    I digress, and the discussion on absent or abusive fathers doesn’t really need repeating here, only to note how pejorative it is, and only too often, sadly and tragically, how common this is, and with the misuse of concepts like ACES*, children and young people are predicted behaviour and outcomes based on this in state settings, and barely given a chance to be different at times.

    But my experience is different. And so might yours be.

    What about a boy raised by an abused Dad?

    Ive just tried googling images for ‘Abused Dad’ – have a guess at what I found?

    This:

    Note what emerges.

    Article and article about Abusive Dads and Fathers. men who abuse their wives, their children, who dominate, hit, provoke, sexually abuse, financially abuse and the list terrifyingly goes on…..

    Not Dads who are abused themselves.

    I watched this a few weeks ago

    In the TED talk above, Justin reflects on the qualities of his Dad, and how growing up he was determined to be different – Justin didnt want to be soft, kind and gentle – only to realise later that these were good qualities to have, and were part of his core.

    So I pose myself the question; What kind of a Man did I learn from my own Dad?

    Let’s start with the positives – everyone, outside, and some inside the family love my Dad. He would do anything for anyone, mostly in a practical way – fixing, decorating, making, constructing, he is softly spoken and rarely impulsive. He worked hard, and didnt cause or create any stress or drama.

    But the rest of the time, he was a ghost. He was belittled and devalued, and threatened, walking on eggshells all the time. He could only obey the other parent, becoming the flying monkey, the accomplice, completely untrustworthy. He tolerated being lied to, by someone who was gaslighting him all the time. I dont remember him ever expressing his needs, ideas or dreams, and was told what to do nearly all the time. His invisibility extended to offering almost no nurturing or protection at all – deferring everything to the other parent, someone so sunk that they couldn’t be a healthy father figure at all. One who conceded.

    I could go on, as there is more, and none of this is to be critical of him – given the extent of the manipulation he has suffered – this is more to reflect on what its like being Male, and a Dad, and growing up with an Abused Dad.

    For one, there is almost nothing to read on this – even some of the emotionally ‘immature’ parent books defer to general characteristics of dominating Dad figures – and as I said above – try doing a google search.

    Boys or Girls and their Abusive Mother figure may come up, but what are the effect on a child of their abused Dad?

    What kind of Man/Masculinity did I see, and experience growing up?

    Someone passive to women or others needs – no regard of their own

    Someone with no role with their children

    Someone with no voice

    Someone weak

    Someone who accepted being lied and pretended to

    Someone who is weaponised by the other

    Just a tool for someone else to get what they want.

    I reflect on these, not with anger or bitterness, not with remorse or grief, but a sense of being in the process of understanding what the effect of an abused male care-giver had on my life – and not just an abusive female role-care giver. The abused dad rarely gets talked about, hen-pecked might be a mild term for emotionally manipulated.

    I think what i’m trying to come to terms with is how challenging it is to try and talk about this, ‘some dads are abused too’ ..’some men are abused in domestic abuse relationships’ ‘some boys have emotionally abused fathers too’ – and what’s likely is that these situations are so likely to go under the radar. As that boy, might be kind, sensitive and attuned to the needs of others – and not themselves, that boy might be more likely bullied than a bully, that boy might like the quiet life, that boy might have issues with women – or find themselves in relationships with dominating women, that boy might struggle in a number of ways, but those ways might not be as evident as they dont fit the stereotype, if stereotypes are there to be fitted into anyway. They’re unlikely to be loud in a crowd and make a scene – getting attention.

    That boy, might also struggle to know ‘how to be a man’ ….

    When the female parent once told me to ‘stand up for myself’ it was ironic in that that was something she wouldn’t allow to happen to her, by my Dad. Stand up against bullies…but not the one in the home… a man is never right, a man always gives way, a man doesn’t have an opinion… oh and I knew I would have been punished had I hit that boy back….

    I heard the advice as a teenager; ‘At least you’ll know how to treat a woman, given the way your Dad is‘ or words to that effect, and from a trusted source I internalised this, probably too much – to the detriment of treating myself, and being passive, putting myself lowest emotionally on the pecking order, because as I reflect I wonder how much that person saw and knew, and with the benefit of hindsight, the behaviour that has occurred 30 odd years since.

    I reflect on also on the question of how all these things, and more, might be similar to children who grow up with the experience of their mum being emotionally, physically, sexually or spiritually abused, and what that is like for them, and whilst I clock it here as being highly significant and impactful in their life. This isn’t , as I say my experience, but I want to note it – and whilst its significantly more common, it doesn’t make it any less damaging on the child – this is in no way a comparison piece, but something I wanted to recognise.

    There are plenty of cold maternal figures in the world, and plenty of female narcissists/psychopaths that go under the radar, yet alot rise in politics, business and also the church, and yet their damage to the men in relationships (and other females in their friendships) as well as their children is being more and more well known. What we don’t want to talk about is that Mothers have are cold, colder than ice, with only pretence of warmth, if that. So what might that mean for the Male parent, and how being the victim of domestic abuse , has on they children they have? – especially for their boys? What about the children, the boys, who get caught up the female narcissists loyalty games against that abused Dad? What kind of male/masculinity does that boy grow up with? What kind of insecurities might they have to deal with? What did I? The list is extensive – alot of written about already in my story above.

    For the Boys growing up with Abused Dads – what is that like for you? What resources have you found to be helpful in this? Have you found some good articles on this – please do share them below, it would be great to have comments and conversation on this, if you want to get in touch and share a story or piece on this, do let me know.

    And, to finish with that theological premise at the beginning, I can’t help but wonder what kind of God I internalised given the association that was made between earth and heaven Father figures.

    Maybe this is a conversation we need to have – whats it like growing up with an abused Dad?

    *ACES – Adverse Childhood Experiences

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