“You Are Crazy” is Abuse That Needs More Recognition


Making You Crazy: Unrecognized Abuse. “Have you ever lost time?” he used to ask me. “Have you ever read about people with split personalities? They have blocks of time they don’t remember when the other personality takes over. And these people don’t know what they have done as the other personality. I wonder if you have this, this multiple personality disorder, because something is definitely wrong with you if you say you saw me over there. I was NOT over there. You must have hallucinated the whole thing.” This is the response I got when I saw someone talking to the neighbors who were trying to have me thrown out. I saw him from my vantage point up in my apartment while he was down on the sidewalk. I called his name. He looked in my direction. Quickly he looked away without acknowledging me, as if he had just realized he did not want to acknowledge someone who was witnessing his detour. Instead of heading out to the store he had veered to the left to talk to a person he denied ever knowing. I had suspected this was happening, this betrayal by people who claimed to be friends but wanted onlyMaking You Crazy: Unrecognized Abuse. “Have you ever lost time?” he used to ask me. “Have you ever read about people with split personalities? They have blocks of time they don’t remember when the other personality takes over. And these people don’t know what they have done as the other personality. I wonder if you have this because something is definitely wrong if you say you saw me over there. I was NOT over there. You must have hallucinated the whole thing.” This is the response I got when I saw someone talking to the neighbors who were trying to have me thrown out. I saw him from my vantage point up in my apartment while he was down on the sidewalk. I called his name. He looked in my direction. Quickly he looked away without acknowledging me, as if he had just realized he did not want to acknowledge someone who was witnessing his detour. Instead of heading out to the store he had veered to the left to talk to a person he denied ever knowing. I had suspected this was happening, that he was working against me for the simple fun of it. And now, what could he possibly say to explain the encounter? I never imagined he would tell me I had hallucinated, that I was delusional. Even though I knew what I had seen, his complete certainty that this had never happened caused me to review events several times. I did not doubt what I had seen, the way he wanted. I was not delusional, and I have had ample input about my personality which is normal for participants in self help programs. People have picked me apart six ways to Sunday and no one had ever suggested I was delusional. This person picked an aspect of my mental health that I felt was solid. I saw him for what he was. Maybe I was able to see the real him because I was not in a romantic relationship with him. I had no blinders. I once heard this undermining behavior if his called “crazy making behavior.” He was trying to make me crazy and it’s the gift that keeps on giving because the mind repeats the cruel words long after the person is gone. It was on a list of non violent signs a man will hit you. Crazy making behavior is a lot more common than I ever knew because it does not get much attention. No bruising, no attention.  Yet the soul is injured  I am changing that lack of attention to a destructive tactic for us, my dear reader, in this post. Beware of people who tell you you’re crazy.

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