My Stockholm Syndrome set in around the third year of living abroad. I only intended to go abroad for a year but as I fell deeper in love and couldn’t make my mind up about leaving, the second year had come around.
Year 2 was a year of umm-ing and ahh-ing and trying to figure out if I should stay or go. It was mostly marked by resistance and being quite unhappy about my situation. As much as it was self-imposed, my partner at the time wasn’t able to give me the empathy that I needed to help me through it. She merely added to my stress with her expectations. It was a learning exercise for her too. She was trying to have a relationship with someone who visibly did not want to be there and made tiny efforts to be OK with it.
Then year 3 came around and the previous year ground me down to the point where I was able to accept my situation.
I sympathised with my captors.
But I told myself it was my decision.
That I made up my mind finally that this is where I need to be and I can only change my mindset.
Classic Stockholm Syndrome.
So now I wait for Stockholm Syndrome to set in for my home country.
But the circumstances have changed significantly.
Was my captor my partner or the country?