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- Pleasing the abuser became more important than knowing what I thought or desired.
- Hiding from the painful truth became more important than paying attention to my emotions. I became emotionally numb.
- Believing the abuser meant suspending reality to embrace irrational beliefs and conflicting stories.
- Staying really busy meant I didn't have time to think about what kind of life I was living.
- Taking care of others became essential, and self-care became almost non-existent.
- Having needs wasn't allowed, so I just ignored my needs until I didn't even know that I had any needs.
- Saying I was fine when I really wasn't helped me enter a land of continual fogginess.
- I forgot what made me happy.
- I forgot my likes and dislikes. All that mattered was what the abuser didn't like about me.
- I couldn't think of even five things that I liked about myself.
- My mind was continually on the alert for danger.
- I couldn't sleep soundly because the abuse happened during the night, too.
- I couldn't problem-solve effectively. I was paralyzed by fear.
- Choices seemed almost impossible. I didn't know my own mind or heart most of the time.