“The small pieces that didn’t look like abuse—but once you start putting them together, it becomes undeniable.”
This week, almost every client has said some version of:
“I didn’t think it was abuse—I thought it was something else.”
“It felt off, but not bad enough to count.”
“I thought I was the one who needed to try harder.”
We’re not talking about the obvious explosions. We’re talking about the subtle, slippery patterns that kept them hooked.
The conversations that left them confused, not scared
The long silences after they set a boundary
The constant second-guessing of what they said, how they said it, and whether they were too much
The guilt that came out of nowhere after expressing a basic need
At the time, these moments didn’t look like abuse, like tension, like someone struggling and like your own fault.
But when we started putting the pieces together—zooming out, naming the patterns, looking at what kept happening over and over—the truth came into focus.
It wasn’t just a rough patch. It wasn’t just a communication issue.
It was control. It was emotional manipulation. It was the slow drip of harm that wore them down.
And the answer isn’t to fight for a clearer label.
It’s to let yourself be real with yourself.
To stop justifying what hurt. To stop needing it to look worse than it was in order to honor your pain.
You don’t have to prove it was abuse to know that it damaged you.
You just have to let yourself see it.
I didn’t know it was abuse until I started reading about it and seeing that people describe it using the same metaphors like I did… losing reality, million papercuts… thousand bee stings etc. so small and subtle that you dont even feel ok talking to someone about it. Im so thankful i have close circle of friends that were hearing me out and supporting me, checking with me the reality fhat was shifting. so thankful to resources like yours Jessica and many other books and podcasts.. that made it all clear. It is abuse and it did damage me a lot.
Wow! This says it all! 💕