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Originally Posted by lolagrace
I try not to lash out at people. It really never has a positive outcome for either party.
My therapist had a definite boundary about that; he didn't accept abuse from clients, verbal or otherwise. He had no problem discussing differences, talking about what might be upsetting me, letting him know how I was feeling very frankly, but he did expect that I would not use him as a verbal punching bag. I actually appreciated that boundary as it forced me to actually think through and express what was going on instead of just ranting at him which really didn't get me anywhere. It also taught me how to set that same boundary with other people in my life; I don't accept verbal lashings from others in my life anymore either. It was one of the healthier boundary models that was able to take with me out of my own therapy and utilize in my life.
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That reminds do me of my loving and dear friend. I had moved in with him.
Me doing so, was it a mistake?
But it sure was the beginning of many headaches as he grew closely attached to me. Where he admitted he had fallen in love with me but I didn't feel the same for him.
Then, I became his punching bag.
Since I never had experienced this issue before, I found myself growing more depressed and no where or no one to turn to.
I swore he'd say certain things and acted the way he did in defiance because I didn't feel the same way for him.
Everyday for 2 years was argument followed with his tears of endless apologies.
He even beat me a couple of times and I hated that.
I hate fighting with any of my friends.
Until one day, he pushed me to defend myself.
I punched the crap out of him on both eyes and pinned him down to stop fighting me.
I hated myself for doing that.
But it was a couple of years of abuse I put up with until the day came when I exploded.
We are still friends to this day