Did you grow up with an abusive parent?

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The_Angelus:
Until six months ago, I was.

… I hate her and I know that’s not a good emotion but I can’t muster up the will to paste a sickly smile on my face and say I forgive her when I know I don’t. Give me about thirty years and I might be able to, but for now, that’s one goal that’s out of reach. My prevailing philosophy is that she doesn’t deserve my forgiveness, and I’ve had so many Beatitudes quoted at me that I have “Blessed are the meek” practically burned into my eardrums.

So my better side hopes I’ll be able to forgive her someday, but the prevailing side is saying “Fat chance.” HOpefully with a few more years and a lot more grace, I’ll see my way to forgiveness.
Dear Angelus,

Good for you for validating your emotions. Been where you are with my brother. So desperately wanted to love and forgive him, but couldn’t until he apologized for his behavior.

He was nasty and abusive to me most of my life. I prayed, went to confession multiple times, even tried to confront him a few times, although I thought I would have a heart attack trying to get my point across before he’d go ballistic.

I wanted to get on with forgiving him because the hate was eating me alive. Couldn’t do it by just letting go, because his behavior persisted and he had no remorse until I told him that I was trying to heal but could not until he asked me to forgive him. He thought about it and the next day he apologized. Things are much better now between us.

I’ll be praying for your reconciliation with your Mom, and for her conversion, in God’s will, time and way. I hope you and your Mother can come to love each other with God’s love, peace and grace, on earth, as it is in heaven.

The Lord does help those who help themselves. Our desire is enough, the rest is His grace and mercy.

Peace to you,
Elizabeth
 
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Dear Angelus,

Good for you for validating your emotions. Been where you are with my brother. So desperately wanted to love and forgive him, but couldn’t until he apologized for his behavior.

He was nasty and abusive to me most of my life. I prayed, went to confession multiple times, even tried to confront him a few times, although I thought I would have a heart attack trying to get my point across before he’d go ballistic.

I wanted to get on with forgiving him because the hate was eating me alive. Couldn’t do it by just letting go, because his behavior persisted and he had no remorse until I told him that I was trying to heal but could not until he asked me to forgive him. He thought about it and the next day he apologized. Things are much better now between us.

I’ll be praying for your reconciliation with your Mom, and for her conversion, in God’s will, time and way. I hope you and your Mother can come to love each other with God’s love, peace and grace, on earth, as it is in heaven.

The Lord does help those who help themselves. Our desire is enough, the rest is His grace and mercy.

Peace to you,
Elizabeth
Thank you, Angelus and Elizabeth.

You both bring to the table valuable experience around forgiveness. I know that I had to forgive and I have had to ask for forgiveness.

I had to forgive my father for being a bad, immoral father and I had to do that in order for me to get on with my life. It did not matter whether I said TO him “I forgive you”, what mattered is I had to forgive him so I could heal. In a way, it was a selfish act that ended up freeing me of selfishness.

I started this way: for two weeks I prayed that all the things I wanted for myself (not stuff but spiritual help - inner peace, freedom from anxiety, freedom from fear, etc) be given to my father. I included in my prayer that Jesus give to my father whatever Jesus felt my father should have in order for Dad to have a good and happy life. I did this for two weeks and it began the road to complete forgiveness.

As for what I had to ask forgiveness for - as a recovering alcoholic there is an amends step in the 12 steps that requires me to go to those I have harmed and say, without restraint, this is what I did, it was wrong, I hope you can forgive me, what can I do to make our relationship ok? One of those people I had to make amends to was my father, because I had stolen money from him and justified it by saying he had been such a lousy father that I deserved the money (how is THAT for tortured reasoning?). I had to go to him, make restitution (with interest), admit my wrong (and I didnot get to say, “I am so sorry that because you were a bad father I stole money from you” which believe me I would have LOVED to have said at that time) ask for forgiveness and then ask what I could do to repair our relationship. He said nothing other than “oh honey I just want you to be happy” (which was as close to being a real father as he had ever gotten). Well, I took him at his word and tried to be happy around him whenever I saw him.

Forgiving our abusers can be the most difficult spiritual mountain we ever climb. Think of St. Margaret of Castello. If she could do it, then I can try.
 
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The_Angelus:
So my better side hopes I’ll be able to forgive her someday, but the prevailing side is saying “Fat chance.” HOpefully with a few more years and a lot more grace, I’ll see my way to forgiveness.
I heard on Catholic radio some time ago the following to help with the process, (maybe from Johnette Benkovic?) Ask God for the grace to want to forgive her (or the grace to want to want to forgive her, etc. adding as many “wants” as you need to sufficently remove yourself from the situation)
 
Without going into a great deal of detail, I have forgiven my parents, in writing…but I keep my distance, a big distance, which I also wrote to them was a very good idea. I refuse to participate in physical or mental abuse of any kind, as well as manipulation, denigration or “mind games” with anybody. I walk away, period. Not even for a good reason (and I so easily could. I learned from the best). When I have a bad handle on my resentment and anger, I try to offer it up. If that doesn’t happen, I head for the confessional. I am what they used to call WYSIWYG (what you see is what you get). I might be a little too forthright, but I don’t gang up on people to twist their minds and make them ill.:nope:
 
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deb1:
Do you know that saying, “It takes two to argue.” Well, whoever came up with that must not have dealt with my mom. Like your dad, she would harrass and cry until ignoring her became impossible. Over the years, I have come to a theory on why my mom engages in this bizarre behavior. I found that I would just agree with her inorder to shut her up. I think that in her deranged mind this was a form of power. She could get me to do just about anything to avoid these nutty episodes of tantrums and absurd, never ending arguements. Half the time, she would pick an argument and change sides in the middle, how do you cope with someone so extreme? The final straw for me, came when she began to do this with my sons. I refuse to expose my sons to her weirdness or selfish egocentric nuttiness… I haven’t allowed her in my house since because I need to protect my kids first. My son is protected from much of this garbage. Thankfully. My dad is not a visitor to my house, except maybe 2 times per year and even then, he doesn’t stay.

As far as the book, **It. **I haven’t gotten it for the same reasons that you haven’t. I have thumbed through it on the book rack. The abuse in the book disturbs me and breaks my heart.
 
I grew up with a physically and emotionally abusive father. It was so bad that a counselor said he was one of the worst cases of emotional abuse she had ever seen. In fact, the only thing my dad could say to me when trying to justify how he was as a father was that he had never physically or sexually abused me. I am grateful for that, but I feel like I should have had a father who cared enough to do more than merely refrain from physical and sexual abuse.
My dad almost never talked to me except to insult me. If he asked me a question about my opinion, I knew that I would have to give the ‘right’ answer. Obviously, talking to men about my opinions is very difficult now. My dad yelled at me, threatened me, insulted me, ignored me, condemned me, belittled me, occasionally hit my dog, and frequently encouraged my brother’s physical abuse of me. Once my father even pulled out a knife and asked me to stab him with it.
I deal with the hurt from this every day. It hurts to want to talk to a man but to be unable to because of fear. It hurts to see fathers with their children and know I will never have that. It hurts when men I know now ignore me, even unintentionally, because it reminds me of the rejection from my father. It hurts when men try to talk to me and end up giving up because I am so nervous that I can’t carry on a good conversation. It hurts when I’m alone at night with only God and the pain. It hurts when I hear other people talk about their fathers. It hurts every Father’s Day. It hurts when there are Masses that celebrate the family.
The worst part of it was that it distorted my perception of God. I saw Him as cold, distant, and uncaring even though He claimed to love me, much as my dad did. By God’s grace, I now know His love, and I am so grateful for that. I also have forgiven my father by God’s grace. I first was angry at my father and didn’t want to forgive him, so I prayed that I would want to forgive him, because I couldn’t even pray that I could forgive him. The words would get stuck in my throat. After a few months, I was able to pray that God would help me forgive my father. After a few more months, I had forgiven my father. Now when I think of him, I feel sorry for him. I genuinely want him to be happy. I am not so foolish as to believe that he has changed or that I can open myself up to him, but I have forgiven him. By the grace of God, maybe I will one day be healed of this hurt, but I think that day may not come in this lifetime.
 
Hi guys!

Physical and mental abuse are really only the tip of the iceberg. Try living with a parent who does his best to damage your soul.
 
Other Eric:
Hi guys!

Physical and mental abuse are really only the tip of the iceberg. Try living with a parent who does his best to damage your soul.
Yikes. Thank God I never had that opportunity. I ask our Lady and the saints to pray that DH and I will only help our children’s souls, never hurt them.

my Mother my Confidence,
Corinne
 
I am in no way trying to diminish or criticize what has been said here or the experiences that people have gone through. However, I did want to mention that I believe most parents do their best; unfortunately, some times we just don’t know what to do or how to handle a certain situation. And when God blesses you with a very difficult child the discipline or guidance becomes an extreme challenge.

I also know how perceptions can be so different from parent to child and from child to child. My daughter, who’s prone to exagerate will often acuse me or others of something I know never happened, but she believes it did. I can understand where her beliefs stem from, but they simply aren’t true.

I was also blest to be part of a conversation between my father and his 5 siblings. They all saw things so differently. My father said he hated his mother because of extreme punishments; he would site an occasion then his siblings, recalling the situation, related very differently. It broke my heart to think he didn’t love his mother. And learning what I did, he was a difficult child, it breaks my heart to think my child may view me the same. Still, with all the love God has given me as a mother, I continue to try to raise my strong willed child the best I can.
 
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Shinobu:
I must also thank God that I was not ever sexually abused.

While I wouldn’t say my parents abused me, my therapist once said that to me and I felt shocked at it.

The way I was raised is that if I did something bad, I was smacked and it didn’t matter where, the rear, the head, back ect. My “mom” (I will hereto put her title in quotes because she had had a couple affairs and I don’t see her as a mother anymore, I know this is wrong.) would use phrases like “A child should be seen and not heard” and “You are the child I am the parent”.

My Dad was more physically violent, he even called me the “b” word once when I told him I was getting changed and I couldn’t talk to him at that moment. If I spilled something on the floor (by accident) he would hit me and curse and yell. Money was the most important thing to him and when my parents were getting a divorce he once responded to my Grandparents query about him asking for his kids custody, “I don’t care about the kids”. He said this right in front of me.

Just yesterday my Dad had a fight with my Grandmother and he said, “I’m going to burst one of these days, I don’t know what I’m going to do, but I’m getting close”. Well thanks Dad, I love you too, it’s nice to know I could be living with a future murderer.

At any rate, I’ve been trying my whole life to make enough money to leave. It’s been hard because in 2001-2002 i was diagnosed with panic disorder and was laid off from my job. Since then I’ve tried to find work and now thanks to a user on this board I am thinking about becoming a Medical Transcriptionist. I just need to get a small job so I can get enough money to save for training and new clothing for Church.

Anyways, thanks for making this topic. It allowed for me to vent. Phew
I just posted a thread about my considering putting up my 4th child for adoption (I’m 5 months pregnant) because I’ve had to deal with the fallout from an abusive parental relationship with my husband.

His dad was an alcoholic and drug abuser. He was physically, emotionally and verbally abusive to his family. My mother-in-law is a very high strung, controlling person too so the 2 together always made for World War III.

Because of shame he kept details of the abuse from me until he began therapy 3 years ago. He was tormented and shamed into conforming to his parents expectations. When they rebelled they were guilted into doing their parents will. All the while they faithfully attended their evangelical denomination and played happy family in front of church people.

His mom to this day LOATHES the fact that her son converted to the RCC last year. She’ll throw horrible little digs at us and even our kids (especially my 11 year old). I’ve gotten into many an argument with her about what she says to us.

My husband suffers from Generalized Anxiety Disorder, Social Anxiety Disorder, depression, panic attacks and obsessive thought patterns (he’s notorious for a trivial thing snowballing into the worst thing imaginable).

All weekend he’s had panic attacks. This stemmed from a dream he had last week about his father. He woke up with a severe panic attack after this dream. His dad’s been dead for 11 years and he still has a hold on his family.

I understand what you’re going through. My husband hasn’t been able to hold a good job because stress causes him to shut down. He’s been blessed with a very cushy desk job but it pays peanuts for a family our size and he’s not mentally able to get a second job. I’m unable to work because of the physical problems with my pregnancy. Financially we can’t afford another child, that’s why I seriously considered adoption but my husband won’t hear of it.

Despite what his dad put him through, he still loved and respected him. He’s got a very strained relationship with his mom and can’t deal with her but for a few minutes then he shuts down. He won’t call her or talk on the phone. When she does call, he gives me the phone.

My parents weren’t the most patient, but they did the best they could with us. To this day I have a close relationship with my parents. My husband told me recently that he wishes he grew up like I did, that he didn’t grow up in a cult like setting, he hates his family for being the way they are and wishes he wasn’t burdened with his last name because of the shame it’s brought to him over the years.

I will pray for you.

God bless.
 
My parents are two wonderful people,but I often don’t treat them the way that they deserve.I’d like to thank you guys for sharing your stories and making me see how lucky I am.I’m sorry for all the pain you’ve been through,and I will pray for all of you.Much love and God bless! :love: ❤️
 
No, thank God I did not have abusive parents in any way, they were wonderful and dear Christians. But my husband had/has a very subtly emotionally abusive mother, who babied him, criticized him, told him he was a mechanical moron, forced him to “smile” in pictures and is generally an army sargaent bulldog type, ready to growl and nip at ya. :confused: He has dealt with alot of anger from her since our marriage, and takes alot out on me, which he SHOULD have said to his mom, but couldn’t, because she’s so domineering. Had to have some counseling for it, the whole “control” thing. She’s a control freak.

I think once anyone realizes the way their parents were and are, that is the first step toward maturity, seeing it, and wanting to change the pattern. Not expecting anything from them, rather seeing their fraility, and praying for them. Nobody is perfect, but with God’s Love, we can be a bit better. I feel the most sorry for little kids, with abusive parents, they can’t escape. All of us must always be on the lookout for abuse, and try to speak up and rescue the little ones, calling authorities if need be. I once saw a little girl with scars up and down her arms, so I had to notify the principal. How sad. We cannot just sit back and not get involved. We need to be Eucharist in the World.
 
I don’t care to discuss this topic personally, but I can highly recommend, for anyone who is struggling even to get to the point where they can acknowledge that someday, maybe, they will be able to think about beginning to forgive someone who has done them grave wrong:

find a Catholic Charismatic Renewal parish or retreat house new you and attend Life’s Healing Journey and Healed in the Spirit Retreats, as often as you have to. Forgiveness and healing, like grief, is a process, with well defined stages, not a one shot deal, and like grief often requires counselling and support, and may take years.
 
Thank Heaven no!!!My parents are the most wonderful folks I could ask for.The Lord bless them always!!!:love:
 
I’m the oldest and I have three younger brothers. My oldest brother and I are about a year apart. I thank God that I wasn’t sexually abused, so my dad wasn’t the worst father.

My mom, my oldest brother, and I lived in Mexico until I was about 4. I was born in the US, but my mom could never get used to living here. My dad wanted us with him in the US so we moved here to the US. It wasn’t long before he started putting my mom down and acting mean.

Then one day he was beating my mom and it was so scary. To me, my mom and brother was all I had, we don’t have close family here. He was beating and kicking her. My brother and I tried covering my mom but he wouldn’t stop and I thought he was trying to kill her. I know he beat her again a second time a couple of years later again. I saw that also.

I remember my brother and I trying to hide the belts and appliance cords etc. but mainly he was very explosive and verbally abusive. Constantly he was putting us down. He acts very threatening and we always had that fear that we were going to be terribly beaten. He still acts explosive and he still puts us down. My dad is superficial and materilistic as well. And many times, when he was nice to us, it was usually because he was going to use us or to show off in front of his friends. He always likes to brag that he has money etc. even if he doesn’t. It would take up a lot to describe him. He cares more about what his friends and others think.

Even when he wasn’t abusive, he was hurtful. One Christmas my parents had some friends over. My dad was acting nice to me and my brother and he took us to a store to pick out toys. I thought it was so strange that my dad was acting nice. I must have been 7 or 8. Well we picked out toys and my brother was carefully picking out toys for our youngest brother at the time. We were so happy and excited. Then we got home and he gave the toys to the few kids that belonged to his friend. I felt like so betrayed and like an idiot at that time. I felt like a fool for having fallen into his trap. So I put myself down too. My mom remembers that and so does my brother. She wouldn’t have minded if he bought toys for the kids, but it should have been for all of us, including his own kids. Even the couple there was uncomfortable and they were trying to give us some of the toys.

Mostly my mom, my brother, and I took much of the brunt, but we are stronger now. So now he likes to “attack” my second youngest brother, especially since he thinks he’s my mom’s favorite child. But that brother of mine doesn’t talk back.

I wish my dad would get closer to God. He’s not in state right now. He was going to Mass with us and I thought it was because he was truly interested…until we found out that he knew a guy there from years ago. So he was mainly doing it to seem like he was this nice dad with a united family. That happened for a few months, but that guy wasn’t regulary attending Mass anymore because of buisness and so my dad didn’t attend Mass regularly either. I pray that he’ll get closer to God.

But although the memories hurt, I don’t think I would change it. My parents came from a little town in Mexico, from the few times I was there I saw how many of the young girls were into gossip (small town) and develop nasty relationships with many people. Also, since more people were sending money over there, it has gotten more materialistic and snotty. Many are very superstitious and pay “healers” a lot of money for certain “cures”.

Also growing up with my dad somehow repulsed us from being materialistic and we learned how hopefully not to be like him. I don’t think I would be as close to my faith if I had stayed in Mexico. Too many morals have drastically changed in that little town. But it has had it’s toll on me. I’ve battled depression many times and mainly alone because the one time I opened up to my mom she scolded me and basically said it was nonsense. I’m untrustworthy of people. Yet, many times I have forgiven my dad and family and given second chances…then to find out that I was being used. I used to hate that about myself that I kept giving people the “benefit of the doubt”. But i’d rather be like that than to hold anger and bitterness in me. I don’t see it as weakness that much anymore. Keep other people and children in your prayers.
 
Both my parents were of the “strong-hand” variety - if you did something wrong, they would whip you. Back then, I didn’t feel it was abusive, but as I grew up, and awareness in our society took hold on how you should not beat a child, I had many years of therapy to overcome that gradual feeling of feeling abused. Happy to say, I’ve managed to work past all that, and have forgiven my parents long ago, and I love them very deeply to this day.

I look past the abuse of my childhood and see the wonderful things my parents have done in their lifetime. They are very faithful to the Church, and have served as strong examples for me and my children. And I know that their love, not only for Christ, but for their family, including me, is real. They’ve expressed remorse for those times, and no longer advocate even a little spanking to their grandchildren.

God has blessed my family in many, many ways! And I’ll always be thankful!
 
I grew up with a father who when he drank destroyed my family’s lives for 30 years.

He has since departed, along with mum, I’ve forgiven him, but the hurt is still there.

I’ve forgiven him and pray for him, because Jesus said that is what wer’e required to do, oh yes I’ve been tested like gold in a fire.
 
I wasn’t abused by my parents. I did live with an abusive sister who targeted me as the source of her anger.
Her main aim in life was to make me understand how stupid, fat, pathetic and useless I was. She would try to turn everyone I knew against me by telling them embarrassing things about me.
In her media class at school she created a parady of a soap episode with an uptight, unfashionable character with my name. This character’s husband was having an affair because she believed in being celebate. It was obvious to everyone that the character was supposed to be me and all her friends thought it was hilarious. She hated any boyfriends I had and would tell them to leave as soon as they came to the house. She would accuse me of being a slut one minute (for holding hands with my boyfriend in front of her) and a prude the next (for not moving out to live with my boyfriend).
This is just a small example of her behavior. She constantly made everything about herself and tried to prove to everyone how awful I was. I have severe anxiety, depression and panic attacks as a result.
 
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