I had a weird experience the other day. I was reading through some old journal entries, more to help myself realize how far I've come in my process, and came across one that was pretty detailed about a certain instance with my ex. This was only a couple years into our marriage, and stemmed from a conversation that should not have sent him from 0-60 the way it did. Part of my entry:"He FREAKED out, almost yelled, banged his fist on the ironing board several times and practically shouted, [not including what he said]. Then, before I could even say anything else, he’d already put his shoes on, grabbed his coat and keys and said forcefully, “I’m not coming home until YOU are ready to talk.” He slammed the door, and I haven’t seen or heard from him since. That was probably about 2 hours ago."
The rest of that entry was me trying desperately to understand what he got so upset about, and blaming almost the entire thing on myself. I also have no idea how long he was out that night. I was especially confused about the "until you are ready to talk" part, because I was never not willing. I had simply expressed some concern about something. (Looking back though, I think he said that because he really meant "until you're ready to agree with me.") Also, notice how I said "almost yelled" and "practically shouted". Always trying to lessen what actually happened. I think I was constantly trying to convince myself that it wasn't as bad as it really was... probably because I didn't want to admit or accept that this was my life.
The point in bringing this up is that I have ZERO recollection of this day. None whatsoever. Reading it did not jog my memory at all. I might as well have been reading a stranger's journal. Then it occurred to me... I still have that same ironing board... is there a dent in it that I never noticed, from that very night where he "banged his fist on the ironing board several times"? I went downstairs and examined the ironing board, and there is very clearly a dent in that ironing board. He banged his fist so hard on it that there is a dent that I never noticed, because the fabric of the ironing board covered it up. I sat there in awe that I had never noticed this, and even more so, that I had absolutely zero memory of this ever even happening.
Then it had me very seriously wondering... what else did my brain suppress? What other repressed memories do I have tucked into some deep dark corner of my psyche? Was he actually more violent than I recall? Was my brain just in survival mode for so long that it protected me from remembering - or reliving - other scary experiences? I'm fairly certain he never actually hit me, but I do remember one instance in the same time frame as the above where I flinched and instinctively lifted my hand to protect myself. He didn't actually hit me that day, but did I react instinctively that way for a reason? Had he been violent with me before that reflexive protective move? Now, I honestly have no idea. I don't think so, but... clearly there are things from the marriage I do not remember if the entire above experience was 100% wiped from my memory. Or maybe I flinched because I had seen him hit other things enough in the past, and I was the closest thing to him that time, and maybe my body feared he would take it out on me since I had witnessed him to do that enough to nearby inanimate objects. I really have no idea anymore.
However, some things to remember regarding hitting and abuse --> this quote resonated really strongly with me.
- When he gets angry you actually start to shake, because you know his words cut like a knife; he may throw things, yell, scream or storm out in a rage, BUT he doesn't hit you.
- You walk on eggshells with everything you say and do, just trying to keep the peace everyday; BUT he doesn't hit you.
- He isolates you from family or friends, blames you for his behavior and for all his and your problems, or may give you the silent treatment; BUT he doesn't hit you.
- He insults, ridicules, humiliates or belittles you, calls you names, swears and curses at you, or may threaten you with bodily harm, BUT he doesn’t hit you.
Just so we're clear, all of that is ABUSE. He doesn't have to hit you for it to be abuse. And all of that is traumatic. And your brain could for whatever reason choose to wipe events like that from your memory. My ex would punch in anger whatever was near him, sometime he'd throw things, or rip things up. It made me flinch every time. I was watching an episode of a TV show with someone yesterday where the male character is really upset about something and a female friend tries to soothe him, and he pushes her hands away pretty forcefully and then slams his fist on a desk multiple times. I flinched. Turns out, I'm still affected by small stuff like that if even that caused me to flinch.
Almost everything in that first bullet was accounted for in that journal entry snippet. He got angry, said hurtful things, yelled, and stormed out in a rage. He had me confused about why he was as mad as he was, therefore, walking on eggshells all the time and me constantly apologizing for things to "keep the peace". He had already done a great job of isolating me from the beginning, so that one is just a given. And he had this underhanded way of throwing insults that made it difficult for me to even identify as insults or belittling. He would state things as facts, and tell me "I'm sorry, but you needed to know." And he would say it so matter-of-factly that I believed it. I was too ___ or not enough ___ or needed to seriously work on ___, etc. and he'd tell me "facts don't care about feelings". And if something he said crushed me and I started crying, then he'd tell me that's why he never talks to me about things, because "I can't handle hard things/'the truth.' " Near the end of our marriage, more swearing had started to come out, too. He knew how much I dislike swearing, so for him to start using those words cut like a knife each time.
I probably do have a lot of repressed memories. Those were not happy times. Many times were downright traumatic. I was just trying to survive day to day, and my brain was trying to protect me and help me just make it through another day. If I do have a bunch of repressed memories, I may never know the full extent of what happened; and that's okay. I'm moving past it and am building a new and stronger me.
But if you find that you have zero memory of certain traumatic events, know that you are not alone. And remember that your brain was just trying to protect you. Forgive yourself and your brain, recognize that it was a survival mechanism that kicked in, and move forward with the knowledge that your life isn't that life anymore.