It all finally clicked...

It all finally clicked...

BigV

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I finally remembered. I mean, I always did remember, but not really. For the longest time I thought it had happened in a doctor's office, or a hospital. But that's not where it happened. It happened exactly where all the other abuse happened (physical and psychological). It happened at the Catholic school I attended as a child. And I know now who did it... the teacher who did the unspeakable. She was my kindergarten teacher, while I was doing my second year of kindergarten (yes, I "failed" kindergarten, I had been deaf up to that point, and had delayed language acquisition). She was the one, it was her.

I don't know, this all really confusing. But her face, it's the same face. I thought the women from the memory of being sexually abused looked the same as my kindergarten teacher, but I never made the connection. And she frequently gave me detentions. She always singled me out, for everything. I guess that's what I get for being the only Anglican boy in a Catholic school.

I can't sleep. I'm isolating myself. I've been drinking to much. I don't know what to do. I don't want to believe this. I don't want these memories any more. I just want a normal life. A girlfriend. A job that pays for more than a roof, food and beer. I feel like I've been sucked into something against my will, and I just can't get out of it.

I can't even get motivated. I feel like this world's screwed me over, so why should bother wasting my time with it?
 
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Hi BigV.

You don't waste time with the world, you work on yourself for your own sake -- because you deserve it and did not deserve the abuse you suffered so long ago. You were not at fault.

I really relate to what you have written. I was absolutely in your shoes once. But with the support of my loving wife, I got sober, started therapy (twice; the first one did not work out but the second one is great) and I post here on MS to talk program talk and get support and help from the experience of others. I am absolutely not "healed" or "recovered" but I am on a positive path and despite some setbacks at work, I am doing pretty well. I wish you absolutely the same.

Mike
 
Hi BigV,

Your post has been on my mind for a the last day. I wanted to respond but wasn't quite sure how to. I think I'm more settled now.
BigV said:
why should bother wasting my time with it? (this world)
Good question. It's one I've struggled with a great deal myself. My story isn't identical to yours but it has some strong parallels. Suicide has often felt like a good solution to the pain and isolation for me. So far, I haven't done it and I think it's unlikely now. Why should you bother with this world? Because I would like you to help me change it. I want you alive. I want you to win the struggle with self-destruction. The more of us who know how painful this wound is and the more of us who seek help, the more of us who struggle to heal ourselves with the little support that is available, the more of us who speak the "unspeakable", the more support will become available for us and others and the closer we come to a world where sexual health is a reality rather than a fiction.

I'm glad that you are here. It's a good place. It's been very helpful to me. I hope you keep writing, keep speaking and keep finding a way to heal yourself and live the beautiful vibrant life you deserve. I'll do what I can to help.

Sincerely,

GAATT
 
Hi Big V,

I hope you are OK. Your silence over the last while is unnerving for me. I hope you are alive and well. Please write when you get a moment.

Sincerely,

GAATT
 
Yes, I'm fine, Gaat, thank you for asking. Sorry, this has been a lot for me to process, and I wasn't sure how to respond. I've been looking at this thread at least once a day, and I still couldn't string the words together.

Initially, I wanted to delete the original post, because I was drunk while I wrote it. I was a bit embarrassed about it. Especially the part about wanting a girlfriend... I'm not really sure where that came from, as I'm single and enjoying it.

This recent realization all started about a week and a half ago, after having a lengthy facebook group discussion with a group of women with whom I'm helping to organize an event with. The event celebrates Samhain, and we're getting together with people in our community to build and burn a wicker-man. At some point, the discussion veered onto the topic of Christianity, and suddenly things got... well... not sure how to describe, the women got all emotional, and ultra-sensitive about everything. One of them started talking about how her grandmother, who was Irish and Catholic was blown across a street by a bomb explosion in Belfast. It had initially started with a bit of banter about religion, and then turned into this downward spiral... eventually the entire discussion was under control of the one women with the grandmother.

Just to clarify, I'm not making fun of anyone's religion, here, nor am I trying to make light of people's suffering in N. Ireland. But I'm used to hanging out with fairly thick skinned people who don't take a little bit of banter too personally, and I thought that these ladies were as thick skinned as most of my friends. Anyway, that's all kind of besides the point.

The point is, is that I had gotten into a discussion about Catholicism with a group of women, which was bringing back a lot of old memories... and the clencher was the one women who seemed to have managed to lay egg shells all around me, and most likely expected me to carefully walk around them. Her needs came first. Period. And that's what triggered me.

I'm not really sure how that led to me making the connection... it could be that I realized my kindergarten teacher's face looked just like the women's face in my memory of the trauma. It's like I could finally re-associate those memories.

Sometimes it's hard to be motivated by the idea of living for other's... as a man who was raised by a women with borderline personality disorder (my entire purpose in life, as a child, was to ensure that she never had a nervous breakdown), and was abused by women for their own gratification... I feel like I've been living for other's sake's for most of my life. Part of me knows that I need to learn to be a bit more selfish, but it's hard... I can't even get motivated to do things for myself. At the same time, I feel like this world has failed me... I didn't ask to be born, I didn't ask to be abused. This might sound like a selfish and even arrogant question to ask... but why does this world deserve me?

I'm getting fed up with people. I actually prefer working with animals, and I'm focusing on wildlife rehabilitation as my career. I feel like helping these animals is a healthier way to fulfill my need to help and support those in need, without having to wonder if I'm getting sucked into another toxic situation with another toxic person. I'm recovering from codependency in general, so I tend to feel a bit wary of people. I'm not sure if i can trust myself to be able to figure who I can trust... but animals don't lie, cheat, use or abuse. There's a certain primal purity to them. Even with the dangerous one, I feel like I can always trust them. I was attacked by a buck, once, and I was ok with that... he was a deer and it was that time of the year. It was to be expected.

I'm not sure where I'm going with this. So, yes, I have trust issues, and I'm not sure about this world. I have been wondering what to do with myself, with my life. I feel like I'm stuck, yet I'm at a cross roads. I'm physically tired, as well, as I've been experiencing chronic pain everyday, for the passed three years.

I feel like I'm permanently at this crossroads, and I'm stuck, because I have decision paralysis... I keep trying to think my way out of it, like a puzzle I'm trying to solve. I think my problem may be that I simply need the emotional motivation to get me going. But that's what I'm missing... and for most of my life I've been motivated by anxiety... and now I just feel burnt out. Like I have nothing left to motivate me.
 
Hey, BigV:

Your post has lots of important things to say.

Your thoughts about feeling better with animals is understandable, and the buck story made me chuckle.

These days I'm trying to allow things to slow down so that I can see how anxiety has motivated me. Strangely, the more I do that, the more I get a glimpse of how it is motivating others. That's where relating to people can be particularly difficult. It's as if others are playing a game with me handle their anxiety. I suppose you'd call that co-dependency. And as you say, there is a lot of prior behavior on my part that results in this pattern.

Hope you enjoy whatever you are doing and discover good things along the way,

FB
 
HI Big V,

So great to hear from you! Thanks for writing. Great post too! I don't have the time to write much just now, but I'll write a response as soon as I can. Glad you are OK. :-)

GAATT
 
HI Big V,

Thanks for writing. Now I have a little more time to write. I'm going through similar things to you and what you wrote has strong parallels with my experience. I wanted to be able to write a half decent reply.
BigV said:
Especially the part about wanting a girlfriend... I'm not really sure where that came from, as I'm single and enjoying it.
I think I know where that might come from. Part of me longs to be nurtured and cared for like a newborn... Held, loved. Typically it's women who do this for men and men struggle to do that for themselves. They generally don't bother amongst each other. Too scary. No need. "Get a woman, hire a massage therapist". These are the responses from men that I get when I talk about non-sexual touch being helpful in healing from childhood sexual abuse. Since I was abused by my mother, women are really tricky. If I allow a woman into my life to whom I'm not all that strongly attracted, I'm not fully there and become unstable if she finds a way to sexualize the connection (in order to get my attention) or slams men because she hates them like my mother (unconciously?) did. If I go after a woman to whom I am attracted, I become extremely unstable emotionally. and men don't care... This is what I hear: "just die will ya and stop bothering us with your needs!" (I actually had a male friend offer me drugs to help me commit suicide once.). Women (and men) who are interested in being partners in healing at this depth seem to be quite rare in my experience.

I do what I can to nurture my body and the part of me that is as innocent as a newborn. It's challenging on my own but I do it, because I want to live well and die well.

BigV said:
the clencher was the one women who seemed to have managed to lay egg shells all around me, and most likely expected me to carefully walk around them. Her needs came first. Period. And that's what triggered me.
This is so close to what happened to me last week it's uncanny. I had a woman friend tell me in no uncertain terms that the needs of women and kids come first when it comes to healing. This is because women make boys and without healthy boys... no healthy men. Man did that anger me! She was basically saying to me: go jump off a cliff because my needs count and yours don't. The violence in it was surprising to me given her commitment to healing (amongst women). (and how are women going to fully heal if surrounded by aggressive, suicidal and/or homicidal men? I don't think she asked herself that question.)

BigV said:
I feel like I've been living for other's sake's for most of my life.
This is my story too. Women's issues have occupied a large part of my life. I was born looking out for my mother's emotional needs at the expense of my survival needs. After my friend dropped that bomb on me (from which it took a week for my body to fully recover), I bailed on a "Sisters in Spirit" vigil I was planning to attend today because I couldn't see how it would support my healing (and my body was showing strong signs of deep rooted stress). Yes maybe many aboriginal women have been murdered and gone missing. I wonder how many aboriginal men have been murdered (The stats on homicide for Canada as a whole are 32% female victims and 68% male victims). Maybe we need a Brothers in Spirit vigil too?

BigV said:
why does this world deserve me?
It doesn't. You see things more clearly than most. Some people, however, want you around BECAUSE you see things more clearly than most. I want (and need) you around because without you, my path is going to be harder and lonelier. I want a world in which gender violence is relatively rare and when it happens, we learn from it and heal the roots. Women's violence is still relatively unconscious. Most don't see it at all. I see it, you see it. I welcome and celebrate your company.

BigV said:
I'm getting fed up with people. I actually prefer working with animals, I think my problem may be that I simply need the emotional motivation to get me going. But that's what I'm missing... and for most of my life I've been motivated by anxiety... and now I just feel burnt out. Like I have nothing left to motivate me.
Yes, I'm thinking that when I'm able to work one of my jobs will be working assessing trees. I love trees. Unless I'm ready to rage against the machine, people aren't much fun. Recently I'm getting better at raging and am finding ways to keep myself alive in a world which I think would prefer me dead. F*** them! Let them kill me if they really want to. I'm NOT going to do it for them! I hope you find a way to embrace your rage and transform it. From that place you will be a blessing to us all. Hang in there my friend, and thanks for writing. I'm glad to have you as a fellow traveller on this crazy journey we call life.

Sincerely,

GAATT
 
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I just wanted to check, and let you know that I'm doing better. Thank you all for your words of support, it has really helped. I'll be back to respond to your comments at some point.

Here's to hanging in there.
 
Hi guys, just another check in. I'm currently in the midst of a really bad flare up with my chronic pain, and I don't have the wherewithal to respond with all my thoughts at the moment.

I really appreciate all your support and words. You've given me much to think about.
 
HI Big V,

Thanks for checking in. It's great to hear from you! I hope the pain subsides soon.

Cheers,

GAATT
 
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Sorry to here about the chronic pain, that is the last thing you need, I hope that you treat yourself as you deserve and take care of yourself.

I've been lurking and reading this thread, but not really felt in a position to respond at the moment sinse I don't want to awaken shadow with resentment, however I can say I'm here and reading.
 
Hi Big V,

BigV said:
I'm currently in the midst of a really bad flare up with my chronic pain.
One of the things I've been hoping to do with local guys is energy healing trades. I'm trained in Quantum Touch (see: https://www.quantumtouch.com) which I've experienced to be helpful with physical pain. It can be done long distance too. If you'd like me to send you some distance energy healing, let me know and I'll do that for you. It might help you and it would help me deepen my sense of healing community as nothing of this nature exists amongst men locally.

Sincerely,

GAATT
 
I don't know why these kind of women keep gravitating towards me... a new employee at my workplace accosted me yesterday. She was threatening, intimidating, and called me a "lazy f_ck" and to "get off my f_cking _ss"... she was hostile, confrontational, and I feel threatened by her. I have told her repeatedly that I am physically disabled as a result of my chronic pain... but it's dawning on me, now, that she's discriminating against me. She does not believe that I am a person with a physical disability, because I'm young, and cis-male. She claimed that everyone else was complaining about me... even though everyone knows I'm disabled. My physical limitations mean that I have to be more careful and pace myself... I'm not really sure how or why no one, including my bosses, fellow employees or volunteers has made the connection between the pace of my work, and my disability.

Everyone sympathizes with my female co-worker and her physical disability. And they are virtually all women. Me and one of my bosses (a very elderly and sick man) are the only men. I feel like because of my age and gender, and the fact that I have an invisible disability, means I am except from sympathy, empathy or any kind of understanding.

I just can't help but feel, maybe,just maybe, the woman who accosted me has been going around and talking about me behind my back, convincing all the other ladies that I'm lazy and not disabled. She is an incredibly toxic woman, I do not trust her. I have reason to believe she could potentially even be dangerous. I saw this look in her eyes that I've seen in women's eyes before... and it was the look of violence. She is a professional athlete, whereas I'm the exact opposite. I just hope if she attempts to physically confront me, that someone will be around to see it.

I think I may have to get a note from my doctor proving to them that I am physically disabled. I may have to seek help from an advocate. I've decided that wildlife rehabilitation is my purpose in life, and I am not going to let another toxic, abusive, and perhaps even sociopathic woman screw with me again. I'll get her fired if that's what it takes. I don't care, I've had enough of this. And the other women are going to have to snap out of it, and accept my physical disability as an objective fact... treating a disabled person like this could have dire legal consequences for my place of employment. They are an NPO, and if I make a big stink about this with an advocate, it could have serious consequences for them.

I'm sick of this. I'm sick of the abuse. I will do what it takes, and if these people can't get their acts together, then they will have to deal with consequences.

When are more people going to finally accept the hidden reality of female abusers? Of female narcissists, sociopaths, pedophiles and other female monsters? When is someone finally going to take my side when I have to deal with them?

I am so fed up with this BS. I swear that this is a major systemic issue... of society gladly and willfully turning a blind eye to women who are abusive towards men and boys. Outside of forums like these, nobody cares. I'm convinced of it.


GAATT, thank you for the offer, but I think I'm good. I'll let you know if I change my mind.
 
BigV:

Maybe what you are showing in your story is that women can be bullies too. It's going to be up to others whether or not they want to see that and accept it.

People don't know how to respond to these situations. I'm not sure if that's the same as not caring. Hopefully as you stay with your own path, others will perceive what is going on as well.

Lately I've been trying to remind myself that it is okay to hold a knowledge of something even if others are not able to see it yet. That can take courage and patience. It makes me wonder, as you say, what I am doing here.

Being unsure is a human condition. It belongs to each individual to find their way. So many times I fell to others' influence because of my uncertainty. It took a long time to hear from inside what needed to be heard. Now I am finally at work saying what needs to be said out loud.

Hope you will be patient with yourself and keep us posted.

FB
 
BigV:

"When are more people going to finally accept the hidden reality of female abusers? Of female narcissists, sociopaths, pedophiles and other female monsters? When is someone finally going to take my side when I have to deal with them?

I am so fed up with this BS. I swear that this is a major systemic issue... of society gladly and willfully turning a blind eye to women who are abusive towards men and boys. Outside of forums like these, nobody cares. I'm convinced of it."

My therapist believes women can be all the negative stuff you listed. I'm on a support group, mainly women, for people taking care off elderly parents many of whom are narcissistic, abusive moms, and one of whom shared recently was sexually abused by her mom.

My wife was abused by her mom and she continues to abuse her twin sister. My mom abused me as well although mine was physical incest and her's was emotional incest.

Some of these abusive mothers and other women have a borderline personality disorder. There are books about how to deal with them.

I think society as a whole has women high up on a pedestal like a Greek goddess, but far too easily demonize men and don't believe men's report of sexual or domestic abuse. This is one reason among others that I don't like Mother's Day.

Keep standing up for yourself against toxic women and if you aren't already in therapy, get some for you may be giving off unknowingly some emotional vibes that signal to abusive people that you are a possible target for them. These abusers are so sick and sniff out their prey like an animal.
 
Hi BigV

To be honest, I'm not sure how much of this is a gender issue, and how much is disability. Just as Fb said about women on a pedistal, I'm afraid unless your in a wheel chair your not disabled.
I actually have a friend who went through this, sinse she went through having chronic, indoginus depression (an invisible disability), to having jouvenile arthritis and needing a wheel chair, a very visible disability, and she said the difference in attitude was amazing.
this also stands right at odds to myself, who for most people is disabled but doesn't exist.

Society is very good at showing sympathy only to recognizable targets.

I'll also say your experience sounds very similar to what my brother had in an office full of women, sinse as he is registered partially sighted not blind, he had similar levels of nastiness. There it was nothing to do with the abuse, just as both the only man and a more highly qualified man at that, he was outside the little cleaque and so was a threat, his boss put him through hell including sending him for a hearing test (yes, sending a registered partially sighted person for a hearing test).

His situation worked out when he managed to get a superior job, and he even got his own back with snide comments, however the bottom line is disability discrimination is every bit as real as gender discrimination, it exists, people do it, and there's usually not much you can do sinse when questioned people will simply deny the motivation. And yes, disability plus sa is a bloody awful combination, I'm really sorry you have to deal with it sinse I can tell you now it is not fun.

I'd personally suggest you request a transfer. Most bullies are not cowards, most bullies are simply entrenched in their beliefs and continue, and unfortunately in this sort of situation you can often end up coming off worst because the little cleaque will get behind the accuser and support their position.

Both my brother, and a man we know with miatonic distrophy lost their jobs in a law firm over a similar issue.

I'm not suggesting that you give up your career, just that your better off finding a good situation, than trying to solve a toxically bad one, as generally those sorts of battles don't resolve well.

I'm sorry if this sounds negative, it's not intended to. The world isunfortunately shit and unless your one of the collectives favoured you can rarely expect sympathy from the Jo averages of this world, ---- and that definitely counts Joanne average as much as it does Johnny average.

I'm just fortunate myself in that I've found one person who loves me and whom I love and so the collective can collectively kiss my rear! I don't need their recognition or approval.

Luke.
 
So I've realized that I tend to be targeted by female bullies. I said in my OP that I was often singled out by my abuser (the one who sexually abused me)... and all of my abusers (who were all female) have always singled me out for some reason. The abuse has always had this element bullying about it. Like these women saw me as an appropriate target for their righteous indignation.

I wrote a new post about this titled "Female Bullies", posted to this forum, that goes into more detail about my experience of bullying at work. I believe that consistently being the target of covert female bullying is a larger pattern of something, that there are these types of women out there, and they intentionally target men and boys such as myself. That is, men who give off the signal that they are going through something, that they are victims, survivors and/or in recovery. Why these sick women enjoy targeting men like us is beyond me, but they exist none-the-less. They are covert, flying under the radar, and our society does not like it when we openly talk about them.
 
Sorry, I'm re-posting this here:

I'm beginning to realize that I have been the target of female bullies for most of my life. It's almost as if they are attracted to me, like they specifically target me. Has anyone else experienced this? Have you figured out a way of detecting them, dealing with them, or just avoiding them?

I am currently dealing with a female bully at work, she has been covertly bullying me, undermining me and gossiping about me behind my back. Last week, when no one else could see or hear her, she verbally attacked me in a most vicious and threatening way. She called me a "lazy f_ck" (amongst many other really hideous things) because I work more slowly than other people. But this is due to my chromic pain. I've been legally designated a person with a disability, so she's basically discriminating against me. I really want this to stop, so I can actually focus on my work, and not have to deal with this anxiety all day.

I feel like I'm a soft target, because having been abused by women as a child has somehow influenced the manner in which I deal with these women; either that, or there has always been something different about me that makes me a target for toxic women. I suspect I may have undiagnosed, high functioning Asperger's disorder. Not that I'm blaming myself, because I think covert female bullying is an hidden epidemic, and these types of women and girls strategically target men/boys such as myself.

I do tend to be more avoident, and less able to confront such people about their behaviors... it doesn't help that most of my teachers and care takers who raised me, who were all women, taught me that it was politically incorrect to confront women and to stand up to them. Even if they are being abusive, toxic or bullying. I was taught that these were either the results of a women being oppressed by men, or that I was labeling them "bitch" because I don't like confident women. Of course, I now know that none of that is true when dealing with female bullies, but I still have to walk on egg shells in my work place to avoid being labeled a misogynist or a women hater.

So it's a bit of a catch 22: I either let her bully me, and all the ladies (I'm the only male employee) at work will loose respect for me as a result, or stand up to her, and risk being labeled her oppressor by them. The degree of cognitive dissonance this creates in me is itself becoming a source of stress and anxiety. It doesn't help that she's probably been going around and talking about me behind my back to all the women there. You might ask why am I bothering to stay at this job. The problem is that I'm flat out broke, on disability, I work part time for very little money, and I won't be able to afford the next months rent if I were to quit this job, even if I found another job. I would probably have to move, and that would probably mean having to live with roommates (which is not an option). And jobs in my area are few and far between at this time of the year. Again, I'm stuck in a catch 22. I want to find a way out of this, but I just don't now how.

I'm thinking of going to a disability advocate, and writing a letter to my employers about it, stating that I am being discriminated against for my disability. I would confront her directly, but I don't feel safe doing this... discussing this issue with her will require that my employer be present to ensure she doesn't loose her shit on me again. Hence, the letter. Also, I feel I need to document the ongoing narrative of this women's behavior, to be able to present it succinctly, and clearly to my employer, and to be able to pass it along to an advocate at the employment centre. This will also make it so that my employers and the woman who's been targeting me can't deny the abuse. One of the problems with this whole situation is that the boss with the most authority is a woman, she is elderly, showing signs of dementia, and thus is easily manipulated by people like this female bully. It also seems as though the boss, who is a woman, tends to side more with the other women at work, and she is particularly critical of me, way more than she is of any of the women. This elderly woman, who is my boss, runs the wildlife rehabilitation centre out of her home, and the society I work for is organized such that she has all the authority. So it's a very complicated situation, to say the least. Some days I just want to hop on a boat, and escape back to my parent's place, and forget about all of this, but that really isn't an option at this point.

I really love what I do, but the part I love is wildlife rehabilitation and non-profit work, and not so much having to deal with these kinds of people. I'm beginning to think that maybe this type of workplace is a refuge for the broken. It's painful to have to realize this, because I think I may be one of them.
 
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