I dunno if this is the right forum due to the emphasis on personal experience, but dragging politics into it might make it qualify. I don’t know if people are going to ‘‘get’’ this at all, but here goes…
I was diagnosed with complex PTSD when I was 18 years old, due to repeated childhood trauma. I am 34 years old now, and I still have it. Sure, I’ve worked hard and made progress, but PTSD is the gift that keeps on giving. Just when you think you have one thing figured out, it bites you on the ass with three more. We typically associate trauma with restless nights, flashbacks, hypervigilance – and I have experienced all that, for sure. But in people with more complex trauma histories, you also see more pervasive personality issues, like disruptions in one’s system of meanings, emotional lability, low self-esteem, excessive guilt, etc.
I have had a long and conflicted relationship with what I’ve viewed as, until now, two opposing parts of my personality: the one that wants justice and the one that wants to make peace. I have sought to understand alternative points of view while battling within me a deep-seated rage. My relationship to the Dope has been particularly challenging over the years, as I have struggled to be a voice of reason, particularly when confronted with issues I have a deep personal relationship with. The political hatred and divisiveness has been unbearable, but on the flip side, misogynist views and views that dismiss/discount rape victims upset me to the point that, however reasonable I might seem online, the internal rage has made it difficult for me to sleep at night. I still get upset sometimes over things that happened years ago on this board. Over time, my interactions here have come to be a pretty reliable barometer of my mental health, which is why I’ve dissappeared at times when things get overly emotional.
See, people make jokes all the time about ‘‘trigger warnings’’ but people with PTSD actually have pretty extreme reactions to things that remind them of their trauma in some way. I feel shame for admitting it, but I am one of those people. The election of Trump, for example, fucked me up good, because here is a man who has boasted openly about sexually assaulting women and a good portion of the country doesn’t seem to give a damn, in much the same way that my family didn’t give a damn about my own abuse. I acknowledge that these issues are mine, and that is part of the point of this thread, so don’t get defensive on me just yet.
Anyhow, I’ve been doing hard labor on my trauma issues lately, following the end of my relationship with my highly invalidating, mentally ill mother. I have described before what it was like to live with this woman, but honestly, it’s impossible to grasp if you haven’t lived it. It was one, long, extensive mindfuck and the upshot is I learned to question anything I believed about everything, constantly, while experiencing crippling anxiety that I might be wrong.
And one of the major shifts that I’ve experienced as I’ve gone through this therapy (EMDR) over the last few weeks has really surprised me. It’s that I don’t get as emotionally invested in shit that goes down on this board, no matter how much I disagree. And more generally, I don’t care as much what other people think about my value system. I seem to not care anymore if people think I’m wrong, or crazy, or terrible, or whatever. The anger and the anxiety have dissipated.
And this is what I have pieced together:
- I grew up in a highly invalidating environment in which my relatively accurate view of reality was constantly forced to fit my mother’s.
- I felt a constant conflict between standing up for myself (rage) and making peace (compliance.)
- This exact same dynamic has been playing out for years for me, internally, on the Straight Dope.
- Rage is a response to a feeling of helplessness. The more your voice is drowned out, the more frightened you are of revictimization and the more angry you get.
- Rage alienates other people from you, prompting them to drown out your voice even more.
- You get angrier.
Do you see where I’m going with this? It’s our politics in a nutshell. I’m a tiny microcosm of a giant fucking universe of helplessness, rage, alienation, and hate. We often don’t want to acknowledge how deeply our poltiical roots are grounded in our personal experience – particularly painful experience. But as I’ve dealt with the stuff with my Mom, I finally feel like my internal self is starting to reflect my external one – the one who wants to facilitate understanding. There is no part of me that still wants to scream through a bullhorn. I don’t feel like I’m scrapping and fighting for survival anymore. I’m not as angry. And I’m definitely not as threatened by opposing viewpoints.
It’s as if what many of us really need – and I acknowledge this is going to sound really cheesy – is healing. We have to reckon with the past that shaped the person we are today. We have to determine in what ways it’s serving us, and in what ways it’s not. Particularly on the liberal side (as most of the people I know are liberals) I see a lot of traumatized, broken people who are angry because they don’t know how else to deal with what they’ve been through.
I don’t know if there is a debate here. A discussion, maybe? Whether your favorite people to demonize are feminists or fundamentalists, maybe this is worth thinking about. You see people flying off the handle for no reason, but you don’t know what their background is like, or what their internal world is like. You don’t know what kind of life experience is making them feel so desperate (and it is desperation, for many of us.) It might be overly optimistic, but I’m hoping to shed a little light on the psychology of an outraged person, so that these people can be more, well, people – instead of caricatures. I’ve seen a lot of that oversimplification of the issues (and the people) come up on these boards, and I think the reality is a lot more complex than that.
I don’t know if this is useful for many of you or not, but I thought I’d put it out there and see where it leads. Also, I’m by no means claiming to have a perfect, reasonable grasp on life – just saying it’s improving.
Thanks for listening,
Christy