As a survivor of interpersonal trauma, commitment and intimacy have never been easy, which is why I never did remarry after my first marriage fell apart. That is until last October, when my boyfriend who had been living at a comfortable distance (measured in thousands of miles) suggested I pack up my apartment and ride out the pandemic with him in Hawaii. Thus began an adventure that had me breathing into paper bags and him warranting a nomination for the Nobel Peace Prize.
I get bent out of shape easily. On days when I haven’t had enough sleep, I’m particularly vulnerable to being disgruntled and snappy, finding everything about my partner annoying, right down to his very existence. I usually seek refuge in elaborate plans of escape. (No doubt on those days my husband is similarly engaged.) I dream of a light-bathed studio giving onto a beach or a small cabin perched by a lake and surrounded by pines. The scene changes, the head count doesn’t. I am on my own.
For many trauma survivors, “avoidance”—a symptom of post-traumatic stress and driver of my escape fantasies—is the only way to make our lives feel manageable.
The latest edition of the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders describes avoidance as “efforts to avoid distressing memories, thoughts, or feelings” and “external reminders (people, places, conversations, activities, objects, situations)” associated with traumatic events. But what if the source and reminder of the trauma is other people? And what does that mean for our relationships?
The essential dilemma for survivors of interpersonal trauma is that, as Judith Herman has written, “recovery can take place only within the context of relationships; it cannot occur in isolation.” It makes sense that for those of us who have suffered abusive relationships, safe, stable relationships would be the cure, in the same way someone who has been poisoned might flush out toxins with pure water. However, as survivors of interpersonal trauma, getting close to people also feels inherently unsafe. In many cases, our trauma stems from the fact that the people who were supposed to love and protect us instead hurt us. We learned—sometimes at a young age—to distrust and fear the very thing we need as humans to survive. In The Boy Who Was Raised as a Dog, Bruce Perry writes:
“Being harmed by the people who are supposed to love you, being abandoned by them, being robbed of the one-on-one relationships that allow you to feel safe and valued and to become humane—these are profoundly destructive experiences. Because humans are inescapably social beings, the worst catastrophes that can befall us inevitably involve relational loss.”
Even more worrying, the inability to tolerate close relationships not only impedes trauma recovery but may even shorten our lifespan. A 2015 Brigham Young study reported that isolation is as bad as smoking 15 cigarettes a day in terms of the impact on our mental and physical health—and ultimately our longevity. The daily pain of social isolation is very real; it actually registers in the same region of the brain as physical pain. For some trauma survivors, isolation can be “iatrogenic”—meaning, the remedy is worse than the disease.
Some people get around the need for emotional connection with other humans by befriending other large mammals: dogs or horses are regularly used in trauma therapy. For those of us who dare to dip a toe into the potentially tumultuous waters of relationships with other humans, the experience is probably best approached as a kind of exposure therapy, where you face the thing you most dread in small increments until your brain is rewired and you no longer sense a threat. The problem is that marriage—to go back to my own situation—does not work like that. You can’t be married for say, one day a week, until you build up a tolerance. And, quite apart from your own ability to tolerate this unaccustomed state of being close to another person, unless your partner understands trauma well—and, like my husband (thus far), has enduring patience—there is a serious risk that the relationship will end up imploding.
Trauma survivors face an almost impossible conundrum: How do we overcome the fear conditioning that leaves us unable to tolerate that which would heal us? Part of the solution is to learn to sit with uncomfortable feelings. I tell myself that just because today I’m feeling emotionally numb or antsy (or oscillate between the two), doesn’t mean I should book the first one-way ticket out of Dodge. Feelings pass. We can learn to self-soothe. A shared existence may make you chafe under the lack of unilateral control over such simple decisions as what to eat and when to go to bed. But then you might want to think, as I do, about the sterility of my routines and the limitations of my life when I did have unilateral control.
Louise Erdrich offers this encouragement:
“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that. And living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on Earth.”
The hardest thing for any survivor of interpersonal trauma is choosing to make yourself vulnerable to betrayal and hurt again. However, almost a year into the marriage I can report that I am relishing the soothing properties of hugging someone safe, someone who cares about me, and someone who—despite my metaphorical scratching at the cat door to get out—will hold on long enough for me to calm down and relax into the gentle rhythms of a life shared.
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Wonderful story of courage in the face of “the conundrum.” Thank you so much. It makes me want to be courageous too.
I love that, Bobby. I’m here cheering you on.
Vivid description of the difficulties of living with CPTSD.
The only lasting solution is to feel the original pain.
Thank you, Erik.
The childhood trauma within us often lingers and manifests itself not just in poor health… but, as you so honestly explained, those ever-important personal relationships. Thank you and congratulations.
Thank you, Janice. I appreciate you taking the time to comment.
Well said, clear and concise.
Thank you, Susan.
Brave woman, I applaud thee. I’ll save this story, to remind me of what is (still) possible… Thank you for sharing your heart.
Thank you, Amit. Anything is possible. 🙂
This is one of the best “love stories” I’ve ever read. Thank you for describing it and thank you for staying in the never-ending process of healing.
Thank you. That’s a beautiful compliment.