Angrylittlebird
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Have no one to talk to. My husband can’t take it. My children (young and grown ones) don’t need to hear it. Friends have their own problems and have an extremely hard time hearing it or understanding. When I can only sit and stare and feel raw, no one can understand why I just can’t put it behind me and move on. “It’s in the past. Let it stay there.”
They actually think I CAN. They, for some reason, can’t imagine that I actually have flashbacks. I LOOK okay. I have no PROOF of all that I suffered. So I must just be wanting attention... and so I don’t even mention it to anyone. So why WON’T I just stop being lazy and incompetent?! You see? I don’t mention it, then no one knows anything is wrong, therefore, nothing is wrong with me. I’m just lazy and incompetent. But if I attempt to mention it, no one wants to hear.
Basically, just do whatever keeps everyone else feeling comfortable and happy. Repeat abuse, much? What I am feeling doesn’t matter any more to anyone now than it did while I was a kid. Am I just a wimp? I get up and breathe every day. I take care of my husband and kids, and grandkids when I feel strong enough. I smile. I smile. All these years.
Do I ever get to just hurt and not feel guilty for having feelings? My going to the psychologist was distressing others. Lol. Really. The insurance co, hubby. Friends were afraid it would keep me thinking about it instead of moving on.
Can’t talk to my dad. He committed suicide. Can’t talk to mom, she tried several times and is on antidepressants. No one else knows or believes except the abusers.
I’m just trying to be the best mom and wife and friend that is possible for me to be. I just hate failing at those bare minimums because all I can manage to do much of the time is sit and stare and be raw and angry.
I had a flashback while being intimate with my hubby the other night. I didn’t let on, which was difficult, so as not to ruin his moment. He was put off that I didn’t “finish” and haven’t been interested since. We don’t need any additional troubles in that area so I never told him. I won’t. Result? He’s hurt anyway. But I know from experience he doesn’t want to know about it.
I know from personal experience that suicide is a hateful, selfish, rotten thing to do to those who love you. No matter how imperfectly they love you. So THAT’S out. Journaling. Exercise. Praying. I pray my way through every day. Sometimes through minute by minute. I know one day there will be an end to it, but each day right now is excruciating. Mainly because of my disappointments with myself.
I so WANT to move on and put everything behind me. Open to advice.
They actually think I CAN. They, for some reason, can’t imagine that I actually have flashbacks. I LOOK okay. I have no PROOF of all that I suffered. So I must just be wanting attention... and so I don’t even mention it to anyone. So why WON’T I just stop being lazy and incompetent?! You see? I don’t mention it, then no one knows anything is wrong, therefore, nothing is wrong with me. I’m just lazy and incompetent. But if I attempt to mention it, no one wants to hear.
Basically, just do whatever keeps everyone else feeling comfortable and happy. Repeat abuse, much? What I am feeling doesn’t matter any more to anyone now than it did while I was a kid. Am I just a wimp? I get up and breathe every day. I take care of my husband and kids, and grandkids when I feel strong enough. I smile. I smile. All these years.
Do I ever get to just hurt and not feel guilty for having feelings? My going to the psychologist was distressing others. Lol. Really. The insurance co, hubby. Friends were afraid it would keep me thinking about it instead of moving on.
Can’t talk to my dad. He committed suicide. Can’t talk to mom, she tried several times and is on antidepressants. No one else knows or believes except the abusers.
I’m just trying to be the best mom and wife and friend that is possible for me to be. I just hate failing at those bare minimums because all I can manage to do much of the time is sit and stare and be raw and angry.
I had a flashback while being intimate with my hubby the other night. I didn’t let on, which was difficult, so as not to ruin his moment. He was put off that I didn’t “finish” and haven’t been interested since. We don’t need any additional troubles in that area so I never told him. I won’t. Result? He’s hurt anyway. But I know from experience he doesn’t want to know about it.
I know from personal experience that suicide is a hateful, selfish, rotten thing to do to those who love you. No matter how imperfectly they love you. So THAT’S out. Journaling. Exercise. Praying. I pray my way through every day. Sometimes through minute by minute. I know one day there will be an end to it, but each day right now is excruciating. Mainly because of my disappointments with myself.
I so WANT to move on and put everything behind me. Open to advice.
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