As a child, can you imagine trying to go to sleep next to a bomb? And then being threatened to not tell or you would be killed? That’s what happened to me. As a young child, I was given a beautiful perfume bottle as a Christmas present — a perfume bottle that looked like a bottle of hair mousse. My brother, who was 3 years older than me, shook it violently and then placed it very gently and carefully at the bottom of my bed. He told me not to move or it would blow up. I believed him and didn’t sleep well that night.
My life, like everyone else’s, had its ups and downs. My brother and I would take turns spending weekends with both grandmothers’; go to church, to the library, do some baking and play games. We had the best time with them. While at home, everyone would be quiet, doing their own thing. Usually during birthdays or holidays is where you’d find us happy, joking and enjoying our time together. It wasn’t until years later, I discovered why we spent so much time away from our parents. My father had been diagnosed with manic depression during his teenage years and we didn’t know this until I
Written by: Reva Steenbergen http://www.stockholmabuse.com/ I am a survivor of controlling, narcissistic domestic abuse and still learning everyday, making mistakes and learning from my weird experience. My goal is to raise awareness of this form of abuse and Stockholm Syndrome in Relationships which compels so many to remain with their abuser. Many forms of control are used by a narcissistic abuser and drawing from 16 years of it, I intend to share my knowledge as I am still recovering from my experiences. I feel as if when I make strides, I realize I have much to learn. So I will give myself 1 year to