Breaking the Cycle of Abuse

It’s not always so easy


I’m no stranger to abuse. Emotional, verbal, physical and sexual. My abuse started when I was 10 years old. I honestly have no recollection of my life before 10. At all. It still makes me question, why not?

I wonder why my first memory of my childhood begins with this beating I received. Did I not have anything good happen before that I can talk about? Apparently not.

After the physical and emotional abuse which stemmed from being raised in a dysfunctional family, came more abuse. More emotional. Sexual. Verbal. Physical. It just never ended.

Anyone looking in from the outside would think that I just craved this lifestyle.

You would think that I longed for it. You would think that I was a loser with no ambition or desire to better my life. You would think that I was clearly an abuse magnet. You would also think that people who live with and through abuse are just fated to live the rest of their lives like this.

If you thought any of those things, you were right. Except for the last one. You’re wrong there.

The physical abuse

When I had my son (my only child) I vowed that the physical abuse I suffered as a child would not repeat itself with Julian. I vowed to never hit my son. Ever. I adored every ounce of him and he was, and still is, the most precious thing in my life. He would never get hit.

At around 3 or 4 years old something happened and I spanked his little bum. I cried for 2 days. Bad Iva. How dare you? How could you? What the fuck is wrong with you? Is this how it’s gonna start? You’re no better than your parents.

I battled with this incident for days and weeks to come. I mean, even still to this day I remember that little spank. He probably doesn’t. But I do.

And it never happened again. I barely ever raised my voice at Julian. To me, he was pure perfection. I adore this boy with all that I am. In my eyes, he could do no wrong. He did wrong, he wasn’t perfect, but to me it was just a boy being a boy.

The physical abuse stopped at my child. The cycle of parent/child abuse was over. I still had to work on the other abuses though. Those weren’t and aren’t as easy to break.

Fortunately for me, if you want to call me fortunate, I only had one boyfriend who abused me physically and one sexually. Lucky me.

The emotional and verbal abuse

I struggled my entire life to break the cycle of emotional and verbal abuse. This form of abuse? Not so easy to break unfortunately. Not for me anyway.

I was never raised with love and though I craved it and gave it out freely, I didn’t know what love was. I had no idea what healthy love was. I sacrificed up my self worth and a few other ‘selfs’ for love.

Until you truly love yourself, the cycle of emotional and verbal abuse will continue. It’s when we love ourselves full heartedly, we can stand up proudly and say “No, you can’t talk to me or treat me like that”, set up a firm and clear boundary line and put your foot down.

And ya, I still struggle with that. I’m getting much better at it. Having to put my foot down has removed a few people from my life who I thought were my friends.

My friends.

You know, because that whole ‘I need to be loved and accepted and liked by everyone’ thing that I still battle. I am learning to find my voice with these ‘friends’ and suddenly my list is getting smaller and smaller. That’s ok. I’m still learning.

When and how does the cycle stop?

It stops with you. It stops when you learn how to love yourself and show people how to love you.

It stops when you decide and realize that you don’t deserve this treatment. When you realize that you are a beautiful magnificent being who deserves respect and love.

It stops when you fully understand that you too deserve the love you keep giving away.

Learning how to love ourselves is no easy feat. Trust me on that one. I’m still learning to this day. I think I’m almost at a point where I can proudly say ‘I got this shit’, but not quite there yet. Close though.

When someone treats you poorly, sink deep into those feelings and really feel them. Feel the hurt, pain, and heart ache they cause. Feel that intense pain in your stomach like you just got punched.

Now remind yourself why you don’t deserve that and do whatever the fuck it takes to not have to go through those feelings again.

You are here for a life of crazy ridiculous joy my friend and if someone is taking that away from you, it’s time to draw a boundary line. It’s time to pull up your big girl/boy panties and say “NO more!”

You can do this.

I love you ❤

Peace and Love

xo iva xo

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