When you say you’re the victim of abuse you are supposed to, by the common understanding, be able to bring up very specific episodes of that abuse in order to “prove its really abuse”.
But a lot of abuse just doesn’t work that way.
Sometimes they just wore you down constantly. Sometimes you couldn’t put your finger on it, but felt all of effects none-the-less. Sometimes its so plain awful that you’ve repressed it. Sometimes it was so damn insidious that you normalized it until one day years later you mention it and someone gives you a look of shock and you realize it wasn’t normal.
All of you. Any of you.
You are all just as valid as someone who wrote a whole damn memoir on the thing.
Okay, I put this uncommented on in my queue, but it’s giving me feels and I need to speak lest I scream.
I was abused for 4 years.
In that entire time, I have only ONE event that sticks out and is THE flashback when my PTSD gets bad.
Four years and only about ten minutes stands out as an event.
Being in an abusive situation is a long haze of piss poor memory and general fear of the next flare up of the horrible shit.