It has been over a year since I “survived.” Coming to terms with that episode of my life has not been easy. It’s been far from it. You see, the fascinating thing of the “life after” part is that you really don’t know how having experienced domestic violence will impact you as you try and piece your life back together again. Your sense of confidence, self and put simply, being, has completely deteriorated. You’ve been beaten (possibly in both literal and figurative ways) down and have to learn how to come up for air again. According to the Joyful Heart Foundation:
“Abuse can have a serious impact on the way a person thinks and interacts with the world around them. The chronic exposure to domestic violence—and the stress fear resulting from this exposure—can cause not only immediate physical injury, but also mental shifts that occur as the mind attempts to process trauma or protect the body. Domestic violence affects one’s thoughts, feelings and behaviors and can significantly impact one’s mental stability. Increased anxiety, post-traumatic stress disorder and depression symptoms are commonly observed among survivors of domestic violence.”
In a meeting at work recently, I started to feel anxious and cornered. I left the meeting and had an anxiety attack in my office and struggled to process why. After thinking through what happened, I realized the questions being asked of me by a colleague (in a respectful but persistent way), one after the other without much time to think or respond, triggered my attack. My body reacted to that situation the way it did in my previous life. In an abusive relationship, your words can be your worst enemies. Anything you say can be brought up later, often against you. If you agree, you’re being condescending. If you disagree, you’re dumb. If you choose left, you don’t know enough. If you choose right, you don’t mean it. If you don’t choose at all, you’re worse off. Any answer brought a little bit of hell with it. A year later, and here I was finding something about myself I had no idea existed. I felt like a failure; how can I react this way after so much time and “progress?”
“Any answer brought a little bit of hell with it.”
I was simply in survival mode after the separation. I didn’t focus on “fixing me” but turned to what needed fixing: my kids, the door, school, work, my friendships, etc. I never included myself in that equation. After acknowledging certain triggers and more importantly, that I had not fully invested in myself and created the space to mourn, cope, process, feel or reflect on my experience, I decided to turn to coping mechanisms. I opened up to friends. I reached out to the National Domestic Violence Hotline and spoke with several advocates. I decided to join a survivor group weekly session. I decided to write and share my story. While there is not silver bullet to “patching you up again,” (unfortunately), I do firmly believe that I am stronger for having experienced it. I have forgiven him but I’m still working on forgiving myself. I am still wrestling with my inner critics who validate the self-depreciation and what was once a “comfortable hiding place.” A common recommendation that I have heard and have also started to do myself is give back or volunteer. I came across this website: http://www.webofbenefit.org, which “promotes liberation from domestic violence” and helps “ensure the personal and financial independence of survivors. It is with resources like this and having well intentioned, good people around that help survivors feel themselves again. Or at least take the first step towards surviving.