Once when I was little, I was happily playing on a friend’s swing set, when for some reason, I loosened my grip on the swing’s chains. I don’t remember what I was thinking; all I know is that one minute I was soaring into the air and singing to myself, and the next, I was flat on the ground, staring up at the sky, unable to catch my breath.
That was the first – and only – time I’ve ever had the actual wind knocked out of me. But I’ve had the metaphorical wind knocked out of me plenty of times.
Have you ever tried to talk to your partner about something and had the entire conversation go off the rails, ending up in a terrible fight that leaves you feeling like you might be certifiably insane? Whenever it happens to me, I’m reminded of that sunny afternoon when I suddenly went from having the time of my life to being unable to move or breathe, lying on the ground and wondering what the hell happened.
If you can relate to that feeling, you might be a victim of gaslighting – one of the most insidious, most destructive, and most common forms of emotional abuse there is…
The Mamamia Outloud team explains Gaslighting and how to know if it’s happening to you. Post continues below.
What is gaslighting?
Gaslighting is a type of psychological abuse in which the perpetrator tries to make their victim question reality. The term actually comes from an old Ingrid Bergman movie – the 1944 thriller Gaslight (1944) – in which a man purposely tries to make his wife believe she’s going insane. Part of his evil scheme involves flickering the gas lanterns in their house and telling her that it’s just her imagination. If he can convince his wife that she’s crazy and have her committed to an institution, he can find her long-lost family jewels and steal them. Oh and also, he murdered his wife’s aunt years ago and has been planning this whole thing ever since.
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My ex-husband gaslighted me for years. He convinced me I had a terrible memory, and there were countless conversations with him where I was left questioning my intelligence and eventually my sanity. Then there was the isolation, the emotional and financial abuse and intimidation "I punched a hole in the wall next to your head, I didn't hit YOU!" Towards the end of our marriage he would drive down a road and tell me we were near the mental hospital and that he'd been speaking to staff there about booking me in.
Leaving him and taking our three children was hard but so, so worth it. The little freedoms, such as taking the kids to see fireworks when my ex would insist they were always in bed by 7.30pm, are so liberating and I'll never take it for granted.