Growing up my parents were always fighting with each other, and they were always trying to fight with me. This was basically 24/7.
The only way to get the fights to stop was to escalate them - someone would eventually say something so awful that it got us to realize things had gone too far. Then we’d all apologize, hug it out, and a few days later it would start all over again.
As a result, I got really, really good at arguing and figuring out ways to be hurtful - at picking up on people’s insecurities and weaponizing them. I could do it basically on autopilot, without really feeling anything. It was procedural - fight starts, say something mean but slightly true, wait for the tears and apologies, and go about my day. My parents acted like this was normal.
In college I brought this dynamic into relationships and friendships, and you can imagine how well that went. I did eventually realize that “making every situation into a nuclear conflict” was a terrible way to live, and in a more peaceful environment I started to relax.
Still, the old me would show up sometimes and every time it would be damaging to me or to people I care about. So one day - after a particularly bad argument with a girlfriend - I decided that I would just stop getting angry.
And it “worked”. I haven’t yelled at anybody in ten years. People who didn’t know teenage me can’t believe I could ever even be angry. I come across as quiet, reserved, and awkward. I’m much happier to be that than to be who I was before.
But, ten years later, I can’t handle any conflict at all. I have so much anxiety around arguing it’s debilitating. Minor disagreement with a coworker? Panic. Someone says something mildly hurtful? Panic. Meeting with a client who wants to debate something innocuous? Panic.
My communication skills are awful - if there’s even a hint of disagreement I forget how to speak. It’s messed with my career and my relationships, because I can’t express how I feel. I can’t get angry or stay angry at anyone or anything - even in situations where I objectively should be upset.
I don’t miss the anger, but I do miss being able to stand up for myself. Has anyone else experienced anything similar? If so, how did you approach it?
(I’ve been in therapy for 5+ years and while it’s helped me work through a lot of my past it hasn’t helped much with this.)