“Me Too” – The Silent Victims

We don’t really understand silence. Silence serves a useful purpose at times, then destroys and crushes us when it’s imposed, or we cannot seem to break it. Maybe the key is in whether we’re in control of our silence, or it’s in control of us.

As a woman that has experienced many years of domestic abuse in the form of lying, manipulation, gaslighting and betrayal, I have been silent for much of my adult life, at different times and for different reasons. I only speak up now after finally finding myself in a place of relative safety, free from these forms of abuse.

The “Me Too” movement, started by Tarana Burke in 2006, went viral on social media in 2017 giving many women and girls a safe space to break the silence around their sexual abuse, assault and harassment. Being surrounded by so many others that had experienced the same thing made it possible to feel strong enough, and/or safe enough to speak up.

But no one really thinks of the wives and children of the male perpetrators of this sexual abuse, assault and harassment who are married, maybe with families; I’ve heard them referred to as the “silent victims” of the “Me Too” movement.

I discovered my first husband’s patterns of lying, manipulation and betrayal initially by coming across an internet search looking for naked pictures of one of his co-workers (I recognized her name in the search bar). From his co-worker’s perspective, his sexual interest in her certainly qualifies as sexual harassment because she probably didn’t know that he was stalking her like that online. I’ll never know if he was making advances towards her when they were at work and whether she was welcoming them or not.

It only occurred to me when I heard someone refer to the wives of perpetrators as the silent victims in the “Me Too” movement, that there may have been many women working with my first husband that saw him as a sexual predator or felt he was sexually harassing them. I was deep in my own suffering for his harmful actions at the time, we had long since divorced. He may have sexually harassed many more women in the workplace, and possibly other places (at the gym, at church, etc). A man like him, addicted to pornography, and incapable of viewing women as anything more than an object to use for his own purposes, could have done plenty of harm outside my home, to other women, not just me.

But the “Me Too” movement was focused mainly on those women – the ones that men like him victimized “out there”, while the women in committed relationships with these men are usually unaware of what they’re up to at work.

We, the silent victims in “Me Too” lived in a special kind of hell with these men. We noticed the flirtations when we were out with him, or when he put his phone away a little too quickly when we walked in the room. We felt the knot in the pit of our stomach every time he lied, and we had no proof, or he called us “crazy” for asking for an explanation. We practically turned backflips trying to regain or maintain the love and attention we thought we should have as his life partner and wife, confused about why it had disappeared in the first place. The children were silently suffering too. They could feel our anxiety, they heard the arguments, they knew something was wrong too. Our shame, confusion and fear about our situation kept us quiet, just trying to make sense of it all, not understanding that we were being emotionally, psychologically and sexually abused too.

Because if sexual abuse and coercion is about not obtaining consent, I NEVER consented to having sex with a man I didn’t really know. I NEVER consented to having sex with a man that was chasing after other women, sleeping with other women and putting my health and wellbeing and the wellbeing of our family at risk. I NEVER consented to having sex with a man that was diverting the time, energy and resources that belonged to me and our family to other women. He did not have my consent and I was not fully informed about who he really was or what he was really up to.

We, the (ex-)wives and children of the “Me Too” perpetrators are among the silent victims in the “Me Too” movement.

Breaking Silence

I know this is going to sound a bit woo-woo. And I’m not really woo-woo. I mean, I’m an engineer. I like facts. I like things to have explanations. But, I do believe in mystery too. I’ve had enough “meta-physical” experience not to dismiss things I don’t understand.

In the spring of 2019, I was following a guided sound meditation. 12 years after my life exploded when my first husband abandoned me and my kids, I had learned how much things like yoga and meditation can help with recovery from the trauma of emotional abuse, abandonment and betrayal. I have a https://www.gaia.com/ membership/subscription and one of my favourite yoga/meditation teachers on that site is Emily Spurling of Karma Being https://www.karmabeing.com. Emily had this 6-minute sound meditation in her Passageways to Peace series that changed the course of my life. It gave me the push I needed to start this blog and begin finally to tell my story, which I didn’t realize at the time, would be exactly what would help me put my emotional self together again.

At the very end of the meditation, when I was in a completely calmed state, Emily says, “In a moment, you will hear a bell. Notice if the sound resonates anywhere in your body.” When the bell rang, I had an unmistakable, sudden feeling in my throat that felt exactly like an adrenaline rush, but I’d only ever felt an adrenaline rush as a full body feeling. It shocked me. “What was that?!” I thought. To say I was puzzled is an understatement. What did it mean? I wondered about it for a couple days, then decided to do the meditation a second time to see what would happen.

The second time I did the guided sound meditation, the exact same thing happened. “Notice if the sound resonates anywhere in your body”, says Emily. Then, the bell rings. And my throat exploded again with a completely localized feeling of adrenaline rush. “Bizarre”, I thought. I have no clue why something like that would happen. I had never experienced anything like that before.

“If this happens a third time”, I thought to myself, “that’s it, I need to find out what’s going on”. So, a day or two later, I tried the sound meditation one more time, and the same thing happened. But, this time, having had just enough exposure to the woo-woo world to know vaguely what Chakras are, it occurred to me that there’s a throat Chakra. “Maybe it has something to do with that” I said, as I pulled out my laptop and started searching.

It took less than 2 minutes to find out what the throat Chakra was and what this experience with the sound meditation and my throat Chakra was trying to tell me. I found websites like this one: https://www.chakras.info/throat-chakra/ where I quickly realized that my long silence about my experiences with emotional abuse, betrayal and abandonment needed to be broken in order for me to be fully truthful about my life. My throat chakra was blocked, and I needed to start expressing and communicating what has been on my heart and mind for so long.

The problem was, as Dr. Bessel von der Kolk, M.D. points out in his landmark book about trauma (The Body Keeps the Score), finding words for the deeply traumatizing experiences we have is not so simple. But, once I KNEW I needed to speak, I was able to start working on finding those words. It led me to find a betrayal trauma recovery group in the fall of 2021, something that in 2007 would have been either non-existent, too hard to find, or perpetuating messaging that further harms victims of betrayal trauma and emotional abuse instead of helping. The betrayal trauma recovery group I found in 2021 helped me learn the language I needed to start describing all the trauma that had been floating around in my body, mind and spirit for 14 years.

And so, here I am. A weird woo-woo meta-physical experience and now I’m cautiously sharing my thoughts about what happened to me. And as I share, I heal. I still struggle painfully to come up with a blog post more frequently than once per month. I know, I know, bloggers “should” be a lot more prolific. But, it’s really, really hard to wrestle all the thoughts and feelings that have grown out of the experiences I’ve had into a coherent written piece that is fit for human consumption. I agonize over how poorly the words actually describe the feeling of the experience. But, it’s all I’ve got.

There are other reasons for the long silence. There are many other things that kept my throat Chakra blocked. Not just the difficulty of coming up with the words. Lots of reasons. Some of them, I still don’t understand. Maybe a topic for another post. Reasons why so many women don’t speak out about this, because it is a BIG problem. Betrayal trauma is no joke. But because it is so every day, so normalized in our society, I don’t think we really understand how much having so many people walking the streets, driving their cars, joining meetings, running errands dragging around this much pain is slowing ALL of us down. We really do need to talk about this a lot more. There’s got to be a way to stop this.

  • Lessons Learned in the Fetal Position – Lesson No. 1

  • Sharing My Story

  • “Me Too” – The Silent Victims

  • Breaking Silence