Showing posts with label learning more. Show all posts
Showing posts with label learning more. Show all posts

Learning More: Cognitive Dissonance

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Cognitive Dissonance. A new term for me.

After reading several articles and watching Youtube videos, it explains why I felt so conflicted during everything with Kevin*. This video and this video do a great job of explaining what cognitive dissonance is and offering some examples, like "I smoke" v. "Smoking is bad." Below are excerpts I pulled out from some online articles, where the lines in bold really stuck out to me:

  • One of the key methods of emotional abuse employed by people with narcissistic tendencies is the generalized concept called cognitive dissonance. What this abuse tactic does is create in the target a sense of unreality, confusion, and a mind-set of not trusting his or her own perception of the situation...Essentially, cognitive dissonance occurs when humans experience a state of holding two or more contradictory thoughts or beliefs in their cognition at one time. The result is a state of anxious confusion and a desire to reduce the resultant overwhelmed and unbalanced perception.

  • Narcissistic abuse is an insidious, covert form of emotional abuse that can happen to unsuspecting individuals who are entangled in a relationship with a person with narcissistic qualities.

Covert. It was never really obvious to others what was happening. It wasn't like I would show up to work with bruises. It was all mental, emotional, subtle.

  • People who are healing from toxic love relationships do well to educate themselves on the nature of the emotional abuse sustained so that they can move through their pain to a place of healing. In my individual work with people who have uncovered that they were involved in a romantic relationship with a person with narcissistic qualities, one of the first things we do in psychotherapy is to work together to understand the psychology behind narcissistic abuse recovery. Putting together the pieces of the puzzle and empowering the person to narrate his or her story is essential in the reality testing and support of a survivor of narcissistic abuse...Being able to vocalize or write about the particulars of the experience releases the trauma and enables the survivor to reduce cognitive dissonance and continue with the healing work.

All the above bullets are from Goodtherapy.orgThis "Learning More" series is my narration. This is for me to narrate my own story of what happened. I'm sharing this with you, whoever may be reading, or maybe no one. But at least I'm writing it. I feel like I can talk about it now, now that it's been some years and I feel like there is space where I can be open again.

I'm not sure what I'll write today. I'm just going to start and see what comes out.

Most of what I've read is about couples. Well, Kevin was family, a coworker, a friend, and supposedly a brother in Christ.

All of that made the situation extremely difficult, but it was that last part that I had the hardest time reconciling. If we were both Christians, why was everything so horrible between us? That in addition to my own relationship with and love for God made navigating the situation agonizing.

Why did I let the abuse go on for so long? It was nearly two years of every day pain, every day accusations, and bullying.

One reason was family. We were connected by marriage, so it wasn't like things could just end and we could both walk away, never to see each other again. Hello, family gatherings and holidays.

The second was work. We saw each other every day. There was no escape.

And the third reason was I wanted to be a woman after God's heart.

But I tell you, do not resist an evil person. If anyone slaps you on the right cheek, turn to them the other cheek also. Matthew 5:39

Bear with each other and forgive one another if any of you has a grievance against someone. Forgive as the Lord forgave you. Colossians 3:13

The two verses above and others like them gave me pause and compelled me to forgive and turn the other cheek. I believed that if I couldn't forgive him, then I was a bad Christian. And that's where I feel like Cognitive Dissonance comes in, when you have two conflicting thoughts. The brain works to reach internal consistency. It's like when you feel hungry, you take action toward hunger reduction. The brain works towards dissonance reduction.

So these were some of the thoughts I had and how my brain rationalized them:

I don't want to forgive Kevin v. I don't want to be a "bad" Christian.
What side won? I don't want to be a "bad" Christian.
I continuously forgave Kevin, no matter what he had done. Tantrums, accusations, whatever it was, I forgave him. I rationalized that Kevin was a broken person like the rest of us, and if I were in the same situation that I hoped I would be forgiven as well.

Kevin hates me v. Kevin is nice to me.
What side won? Kevin is nice to me.
In the beginning, the cycle was I would say something that unintentionally hurt Kevin's feelings, he would confront me, I would apologize saying I didn't mean to hurt him, and things would be good for a day until I said or did something else that hurt his feelings (I'll talk about gaslighting in another post soon). I would chalk it up to maybe he was having a bad day, maybe I was insensitive, and with each time, I was, like, maybe that's the last time. Towards the end, Kevin was really mean. He would say mean things, he would do mean things. But then he would also do something nice or act like things were okay, and me, being stupid and thinking everything was better, would accept the apology, feel good that we were at a good place and home, work, and family were not in jeopardy.

Kevin says I'm a horrible person v. I'm not a horrible person.
What side won? I'm a horrible person.
I'm a likable person. Or at least I thought I was. If I'm so likable, how could someone hate me so much? Obviously I must be what they say I am. My brain just couldn't reconcile these thoughtsI can't be both a good person and a horrible person, so I must just be a horrible person. I was always making Kevin angry and I could never do anything right, so I must be awful.

All these thoughts were an orchestra of noise that allowed me to enable Kevin to keep hurting me. I took more and more of the brunt of his insecurities and wound up being hurt pretty badly.

It took me a long time to realize that believing in God didn't mean I had to endure the abuse. I found an article about Christians, forgiveness and trust. I wish I could find it again now, because it empowered me to stand up for myself. Instead of continually forgiving Kevin and allowing him to hurt me, I forgave the past, but changed the future trajectory.

See, we can forgive the people hurting us, we can forgive the past. But the future? The future deals with trust...change in behavior...reconciliation.

Forgiveness isn't a license that gives someone free reign to hurt us as many times as they want. Trust comes in and says NO. Trust has to be earned. And when he called me out and his entire family questioned my Christianity because I would no longer put up with his shit, I stood strong on that. I had had enough. I offered that if his behavior changed, then things could change, but if not, I was under no obligation to let him back into my life.

And when I drew the line, even though I drew it with conviction and renewed determination, that's when things got really bad.


*Name has been changed to protect identity.

Learning More: Fear & the Brain

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Kevin* was jealous.

Jealousy, on its own, is not so threatening. We all experience a little jealousy from time to time. The problem was that in addition to experiencing these feelings of jealousy, Kevin was also unstable, irrational, spiteful and violent.

Those aspects of who he was is what made him dangerous.

By the end of the two years he was in my life, I was a wreck. I was living in constant fear that something was going to happen to me and that constant fear changed me.

A couple of weeks ago I was sitting in a conference where the speaker talked about the neuroscience behind empathy. Neuroscience, you say? She said something about the brain changing, and that made me start thinking...

...if the brain can change, did my brain change after two+ years of being in a state of chronic fear? And if it did...

How does chronic fear change your brain? And how does that change you?

Now that I'm researching, I am reading article after article. And with every article I recognize and see a little more of myself. I'm starting to have visibility into what was happening to me and why I am different from who I was before those two years. Here are some things that really struck me:

► Cognitive Dissonance
► Cortisol and the amygdala
► Gaslighting
► Hippocampus and the ability to learn
Narcissistic abuse

Some of these things hit so close to home, I started crying. Because things finally make sense. Because I'm not alone. Because these things really happened and what I am feeling is legit.

I'm feeling hopeful and encouraged, and I'm looking forward to unpacking these feelings and moving on!!

Learning More: Losing My Voice

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I know I want to focus my next post on how fear changes your brain, but I feel like I need to get this one out first. I need to talk about losing my voice.

Why it happened. When it happened. How it's still happening. But let me back up a little bit.

Have you ever noticed that when someone goes through something big, they begin to measure time by it? Like it becomes their reference point. "Oh, that was before so-and-so," or, "That was after 'it' happened."

'It' for me is Kevin*. Before Kevin I used to measure my life before and after I moved to Memphis. Now Kevin is my reference point. He was supposed to be my friend.

I don't even know what to say or how to start...

Maybe the best way to start is by talking about who I was before Kevin. I was happy. I had a good sense of who I was and what I wanted. I loved people. I loved being helpful and I also knew I was capable of providing help. I loved talking and laughing out loud and encouraging people. I also had a strong relationship with God and knew love through Him, and I trusted Him.

Post Kevin- That's when the self-doubt started. And not like a regular amount of like, "Can I bungee jump off this bridge?" But, like, "Am I good person?" or "Am I worthy of love?" I know. Deep, right? I questioned me. I questioned my motives. I thought I was both a failure and a bad person because I couldn't make someone love me. Hell, I couldn't make someone just not hate me. I couldn't do anything right, and the harder I tried to make it all right, the more it fell apart. I lost myself in process.

Let's be clear here. There was no rational reason for the hatred Kevin felt for me. I knew that even while it all was happening—that his thoughts and accusations were unreal—but it didn't make the pain of having to deal with it any less real.

Kevin was good at putting words in my mouth. He was good at making me into something I wasn't.

"I like dogs," I'd say.

Kevin would say, "Oh, you hate cats?"

And I would say, "I didn't say that."

And he would say, "You wish all cats were dead?"

No joke here. Kevin could go from 0 to 10 instantly, and most times didn't stop until he was at 20.

Emotional abuse is defined as "a form of manipulation used to maintain control in a relationship. This type of abuse may include verbal attacks, humiliation, intimidation, bullying, and isolation. It can cause deep emotional harm that may last for years." Years? Years.

Just reading some of the resources on emotional abuse make me cringe, because I recognize it—really recognize it—now that I'm out of it.

If Kevin had simply hated me and not talked to me, that would have been fine. But this wasn't that. It was so much worse.

Kevin lied to my in-laws.
Kevin would make comments under his breath passing me in the hallway.
Kevin made fake phone calls about me, referencing me or things I was doing, loud enough for others to hear.
Kevin accused me of wanting his significant other.

Every. Single. Thing I said or did was ammunition for something else—another talk, another outburst, another threat, another family dispute, another Facebook post.

I couldn't take it anymore and did the only thing I thought would help. I shut up.

My MIL and I talked about this years later, and she said maybe it would have been good for me to stand up to Kevin, to put him in his place. I knew better. I knew that would only make it worse, because that's what he wanted. He wanted a reason to be outraged, to fight, to feel justified.

So I became silent. In meetings. At work. On Facebook. At family gatherings. I sat. Silent.

This worked, and eventually Kevin was gone, so there was no need to be quiet anymore. But the problem is that it is ingrained in me now. I'm still silent. Trapped. Even though my circumstances are different, the behavior is learned. And now it's taking time and hard work to undo what I've done...to find my voice again.

Writing about it is a start. I've made a promise to myself to write more, to be able to heal. And the more I get my story out, the more weight feels like it's lifted from me.

I hope years from now soon I can look back and say this ugly, beautiful story made me, me, and that I prevailed in spite of pain and fear. I want to be able to say that I was given this beautiful gift that can never be taken away because I fought for it. And I am fighting like Hell for it—for the ability to love myself relentlessly and wholeheartedly in the face of hate/doubt/fear.

https://goodmenproject.com/ethics-values/the-unspoken-secrets-about-life-after-abuse-fiff/
https://flyingfreenow.com/six-stages-of-healing-from-emotional-abuse/

*Name has been changed to protect identity.
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