Quotes About Emotional abuse

Even a battered child is sure that it's his fault that his parent beats him. He hopes someday to become good enough so that the beating will stop. I guess the scariest thing for a child to believe is that a parent might be wrong about him—or her.

I mean, if you degrade someone, you isolate them, you control them, you call them names, you demean them. That's a horrible existence for people.

An emotionally abusive relationship, in very simplistic terms, is much like standing up in a too hot bath and sinking back in so as not to feel so dizzy.

The hands on Eddie's childhood glass then were hard and calloused and red with anger, and he went through his younger years whacked, lashed, and beaten. This was the second damage done, the one after neglect. The damage of violence. It got so that Eddie could tell by the thump of the footsteps coming down the hall how hard he was going to get it.

I get stuff every single day whether that be comments on my Instagram photos, or tweets about a tweet that I put out. Just tweets that they make in general to just pick on me, make me feel bad about myself, belittle me or anything. It's not good.

My weakness is that I care so much!!! She knew my weakness and USED ME as long as she wants!

RA is the use of relationships to hurt another, a way of verbal violence in which words rather than fists inflict damage.

I hate these wife-beating bastards. Got to be something wrong with someone who has to hit women.

I was the overweight kid who didn't have a boyfriend. I listened to other people say, 'You're ugly, you're fat, you're stupid,' and I believed it.

He always apologized, and sometimes he would even cry because of the bruises he'd made on her arms or legs or her back. He would say that he hated what he'd done, but in the next breath tell her she'd deserved it. That if she'd been more careful, it wouldn't have happened. That if she'd been paying attention or hadn't been so stupid, he wouldn't have lost his temper.

Finally, chocking with sobs, she said, "I was nice every time because I thought maybe this time she'll love me. I thought I just hadn't found the right combination of things to do. There was always the next time. Just one morning I wanted to come down the stairs and have her not say 'Good morning, monster.' If I worked hard enough, I'd find how to make her love me.

No. He doesn't hit her. He's just so mean. I think he's really unhappy, and he just sort of always has been, and I guess for some reason he figures it's better if everybody around him is miserable, too. So he just always makes her feel bad about herself.

What does it mean to love unconditionally? Are you obligated to love someone when you are experiencing their behavior as emotionally abusive? Is emotional abuse real if the cause is grief or a mental health issue? Can something be a mental health issue and potentially true at the same time? Was

My father was overbearing. Very controlling. He was always the way he is, even before my success. He was not always a good person. He'd play mind games to make sure I knew my place. I don't see him, which is unfortunate. But I don't have any desire to see him. I vaguely know where he is, and I don't want to know.

He was hurling words at his shrinking wife like clods or bricks and she was not dodging but receiving them like a willing saint, enduring abuse like a terrible balm.

The many ways we have felt angry or cheated, rejected or misunderstood, isolated or forgotten, used or abused, only drive us deeper into victimhood, self-pity, and sadness. Our ego is expensive to keep fed, and makes extraordinary demands without ever being satisfied. When the ego becomes more and more inflated, the self is always imploding.

Because you believed him when he promised it wouldn't happen again. Because he gradually grew more violent and controlling over time, slowly enough that you felt like he would change until you finally realized he wouldn't.

If the relationship you had in the past or the one you have now is with a person or people who consistently make you feel worthless, you are being abused.

Sometimes the father poured a sack full of dry rice on the floor and made Clete kneel on the kernels until sunrise; sometimes he sat on the side of the bed and gently touched Clete's face with a hand that was as callused as a carpenter's; sometimes he lay down beside Clete and wept as a child would.

I'd been around women who put me down, made me feel bad, or said things to fuel my insecurity.

You don't have to beat a woman if you can make her feel guilty.

My mother endlessly told me I was too fat, that I wasn't a patch on my sister. It wasn't much fun growing up with her and her almost irrational social climbing in that huge house of my dull stepfather Hughdie Auchincloss in Washington.

People who like to hurt you can always tell you why it's your fault.

And the reason I'm telling you all this is that I want you to know no one in my life has ever made me feel worse about myself than you.