Lono wrote:Lyra, something similar happened between me and my abusive father. He'd been domineering all my life, and I had been terrified of him. One day when I was 15 he was on a beating/ yelling tirade, when I just "flipped out," as you say. I let out that same yell, and began saying "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you," over and over again, and attacked him with wild, flailing fists. Ineffective as my flailings were, you should have seen the shock in his eyes. He backed down real quick. Later my mother said she'd been waiting for me to finally stand up for myself.
I like that term, "flipped out, " BTW, because it's like that. Something inside you just snaps, and you can't take any more.
Sorry to hear about that, that sort of thing sucks, BIG time, when it involves parents. That's sort of messed up that your mother wasn't doing anything to stop it and would even say something about "waiting for you to finally stand up for yourself." Jeez louise!! How horrible. It's the same situation here, only substitute abusive dad with abusive mom. When I was 18 she was pulling her usual abusive crap and had me literally backed into the kitchen counter corner, so I couldn't move, while she was screaming at me. Her face is just evil, that's all I can say, and it's the last thing anybody would want right up in their own face, screaming. Glad I don't look anything like her. ANYway, so I'd gone through so much crap in life that by that point i was just numb, and stood there, refusing to show any emotion, kept glancing at my fingernails, bored. That infuriated her and she kept hitting me in the head/face every time I did it. So yeah, during this particular encounter, I finally snapped. 18 years of her total madness, and I went from apathetic/numb to crazy like a flip had been switched. Zero to crazy in like 2 seconds. It was so sudden she never saw it coming. I let out "the yell", turned and ripped one of the carving knifes from the knife holder that was on the counter behind me, and just went after her. Chased her around the kitchen table trying to stab her, screaming the whole time.
Even crazier is that I blocked it out of my mind within probably two days? Just gone, poof, like it never happened. The memory was triggered several years later when I was listening to my friend Gary recount a story about his mom backing him into the bathroom, screaming and going bonkers on him for the millionth time, and him flipping out and losing it and letting out the yell and ripping the towel rack off the wall then chasing her down the hall trying to attack her, screaming at her the whole time. As he was telling me this story over the phone my own experience began resurfacing. It surged up, hazy at first, but gaining clarity, and I was like, Wait a minute.......this sounds familiar........I think I had that happen too.............with my mom..........I think..........I pulled a knife on her.........did I?? Did that really happen?........I think it did.......but I'm not sure..........I think I chased her around the kitchen with it and wanted to stab her...........but I'm not sure.......
And this is me, the person who forgets NOTHING. ! My mind just blocked it out though. I had to actually call up my dad in Connecticut to ask him and verify once and for all whether this really happened!!! I was like Dad......do you remember ever hearing anything about me grabbing a knife and chasing mom around the kitchen with it?
Immediately he was like, "Oh yeah, yeah, you did, I got the phone call after that happened...."
!!!!!! It was real! It actually happened! Holy shit! I thought.
I will say this though.........Pulling the knife on her stopped the abuse, overnight. Never touched me again, but I was out within two months anyway.
"Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting "Holy shit ... what a ride!" - Anonymous
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