Those are the words that My Cookie said to me when I was finished explaining the situation.
“Dude! You know what that is, don’t you? It’s Gas Lighting,” Cookie said to me.
“What the hell is Gas Lighting?” I ask.
“The term comes from an old movie starring Ingrid Bergman …” and as My RE(tard) went on, I listened and all of a sudden, I realized, HOLY HELL. My Cookie was right.
Okay, so what is Gas Lighting, you may ask just as I did? Let me give you the Wikipedia response to that:
From the film’s title, “gaslighting” has come to describe a pattern of psychological abuse in which the victim is gradually manipulated into doubting his or her own reality. This can involve physical tactics (such as moving or hiding objects) or emotional ones (such as denying one’s own abusive behavior to a victim.) The effect is to maintain the abuser’s self-image as a sympathetic person, while simultaneously priming the disoriented victim to believe that he or she is to blame for (potentially escalating) mistreatment.
Yep, I was Gas Lighted.