This is something that I have struggled with for many years, but I have been too ashamed and embarrassed to ever mention it online.
I have been suffering the most extreme version of silent treatment for close to 10 years now, and I just don’t know how to live with it.
I first learned about it and its unique Filipino version when I first experienced it a few times. Later I learnt it was something known as “tampo” in the Philippines and considered very common. Tampo isn’t just not speaking but complete detachment, behaving as the other person doesn’t exist or is invisible and refusing to do anything for them, even like basic duties, like caring in illness.
At first, I thought tampo was just something cute and innocent, and that I could deal with it. I didn’t realize that I was going to have to deal with an even extreme version of it that I was completely ill-prepared for.
In the beginning of the marriage I researched Tampo and learnt to reconcile each time to fix it, but I quickly realized that it didn’t work, due to its frequency. Also, the nature of tampo (silent treatment) was that I mostly wouldn’t know what I did, and in most cases the reasons, which would somtimes take enormous effort to figure out, mostly turned out to be childish and immature.
By trying to fix tampo, i.e apologizing and giving in, I inadvertently encouraged its use and frequency. I initially treated tampo if it were an uncommon occurrence, but quickly realized that it was happening every other day. Slowly and gradually I delayed “fixing” it, but that didn’t stop tampo, it just extended the duration of silent treatment.
In the past when I would fix it within hours, that’d be the end of it, but it would quickly return, so each time I was slower to respond (because it was upsetting to me as to why it kept happening). The end result was that I simply suffered longer, if I decided to stand up for myself.,
The longer I would take (or tried to hold my stance to protest how wrong the behavior was), the only result would be prolonged exposure to the effects of tampo. It soon became overwhelming and started to mess with my head so badly.
If I let it last 2 days, meant 2 days of feeling tortured until I gave in. I’d fix it, only for it to return. I tried 3 days, and she’d let it go on it for 3 days. In fact, no matter how long I waited, she’d never stop on her own. From her perspective, if i didn’t want to fix it for 4 days, meant I was going to get 4 days of tampo.. I have had tampos that I lasted for 1 week, 2 weeks. 4 weeks.. 2 months. The extended duration of tampo didn’t affect its frequency. E.g if I waited 2 months to give in, and then fixed it, she could still get upset the next day, if she perceived offense to anything I said or did even if it was unintentional, which it almost always was, because I wouldn’t intentionally want to upset her.
I was so scared of silent treatment because it’s affecting my sanity, that I lived each day walking on eggshells because I was so traumatized by the tampo. So I did everything I could to avoid being subjected to it, but still always failed. There were some years of marriage, where if I were to put together all days of tampo (silent treatment) it would probably add up to more than 6 months of silent treatment each year.
Somedays I feel that I absolutely can’t deal with it. It’s so deeply traumatizing to me now, every time she does it, that I just break down completely, even unable to do my job properly.
I know I haven’t given any examples of how I cause this. But just this last one should suffice, as I have gotten silent treatment for a lot less.
This Saturday night I read short-stories to my daughter. As the room was too dark and there were no lights.. my daughter asked for one of the dim bedside lamps to be turned on. My wife refused. I went and turned it on, because I know my daughter is afraid of the dark, which was partly caused by being locked in the bathroom with lights off, something my daughter suffered at the hands of my wife many times when she was 3 until I caught it on a baby cam and put a stop to it.
My wife protested why I turned on a dim beside light, and I explained to her that I’d rather Zara not cry before sleep. It’s a simple request the girl made, and she was behaving well, so it was fine to let her have her some light, as she is scared of the dark. My wife proceeded to accost me , tell me how I was too nice, I was weak, and that this was the reason my daughter didn’t respect me, because I always gave in to her demands. I only told her that “please let’s not do this again", as I had already heard all this stuff a dozen times before and it wasn’t worth another argument and especially I didn’t want another silent treatment.
Unluckily for me this did cause another tampo. She didn’t talk to me all night, and today all day, even though it was father’s day, she never spoke to me, or wished me anything. It’s not like Father’s Day is anything special. I have had it happen on all kinds of days and occasions, birthdays included. Anyway, this tampo episode still continues.
Besides Tampo, all I have ever heard is how I am a bad husband and a bad father. I honestly often think that I am, because I have heard it so many times. I used to defend myself but I am confused to the point where I don’t even know what’s true anymore. It’s entirely possible that I really am a bad person, a bad husband and a bad father. As that’s the only way all this makes sense anymore and then everything I get, all this treatment I get, can be justified.
I honestly don’t know how to deal with it anymore. I was so stressed by all this I went and got prescription for Xanax just to deal with all the stress, anxiety and depression this has caused me. I was scared of getting addicted to it, so most of the pills still sit in my drawers unused. I use alcohol sometimes to numb the feeling, but stopped that too because I don’t want to become dependent on it.
This kind of thing is just not something easy to talk about. I can’t even discuss with any other male friends, especially in Taiwan. It’s not easy to say, hey man I think I am being psychologically abused, I desperately need help, and I have no way out due to Taiwan’s divorce laws and that I have been threatened with loss of my daughter if I even think of it. What do I do?
I am not looking for solutions tbh. But I just needed to let this all out as I have been holding it in for so many years, and tonight for some reason I just had enough, and want to tell someone what I am going through and I don’t care what they think of me because of it.