I'll start by saying that I happily ended the 'friendship' and went NC over 5 years ago, however I'm wondering whether anyone else has experienced coercive control within a friendship?
I've never really talked about the relationship except (perhaps too) briefly with a counsellor and with my husband. I've often wondered whether it could be coercive control if the parties involved are in a platonic (as opposed to romantic) relationship, but I guess if the criteria fits, it fits... I've been slightly reluctant to discuss my situation with anyone for fear of being told I'm imagining it/making a big deal of it because it isn't a 'classic' scenario.
I met my ex-friend I was in my very early twenties, vulnerable, had just suffered a break up and was depressed. He was charming, quick to label himself my 'gay best friend' and suggested we move in together (we did).
What followed was four years of isolation, spending my money (long story, not worth explaining), manipulation, emotional and verbal abuse, not being allowed to have my own opinion, be assertive, know my own mind or do things/go to places as I wished.
I wasn't allowed to eat the food I wanted (we ate the same meals, his choosing of course) and I was 'encouraged' to go to the gym by being called 'fatty' (I was a size 10/12... I became a small size 8).
I lost several new and old friendships. Thankfully one of my oldest friendships survived.
When he found out I was depressed and suicidal towards the end of our friendship (I ended up without any 'armour' and was too emotionally weak to hide it from him in the end) I was told that I should go ahead and kill myself.
He hit a female friend as 'she was being annoying' after an evening out (both were drinking) and seemed proud when telling the tale. He almost did the same to me when we had been drinking (I'm still not sure what stopped him). He was informally disciplined at work for verbally abusing someone on an evening out arranged by work.
The final straw was arguing over nothing when we were perfectly sober and him squaring up to me, arm raised... I screamed at him that I would hit him back if he dared lay a finger on me and he stormed out.
I made arrangements to move to my parents soon after, the best decision I could have made.
I still have occasional flashbacks to the days that I was living with ex-friend. These flashbacks stir up great anxiety and hurt, but also such fury that I could have allowed it to happen, even though I know that I couldn't really have prevented it at the time. He knew what he was doing and he preyed on me because he knew I was an easy, vulnerable target.
I'm a different person now, I'm more confident and assertive. But I still seem to have trouble with this aspect of my past. I see how much I (think I) could have achieved if he hadn't dragged me down. My mental health would have been better, my career decisions would have been shaped by me, not him (I would have gone to university as a mature student but was 'persuaded' out of it). I keep telling myself that I should have just said 'no'/done what I wanted to/etc. and berate myself for not being strong enough. I would have no problem being my own person now.
I'm going through some stress/anxiety at the moment and its brought this issue to the surface. I guess I just needed to get it out (validate myself?!) really.
If anyone else has experiences they feel able to share - or can just say 'I've been there and you're not the only one' - I'd be grateful. Sometimes it helps to know you're not alone.