willhealeventually
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I told my soon to be ex that I was sexually abused as a child (among other forms of abuse). My memories were repressed and came back in two very intense chunks. I didn’t want to have sex with him. I had no interest and even a revulsion. Eventually I asked for a divorce but only because I knew he didn’t love me nor understood me.
Now I hear from my child that he is dating. Our divorce is not finalized yet. I feel another wave of sadness. I do know it’s for the best. It just hurts that I was damaged and could not be normal in a relationship.
I can’t even imagine being in relationship again - ever. People say this will change, but I don’t think so. I am in my 50s and I feel whatever has unfolded is irreversible.
With a new wave of memories returning, my therapist says I am in crisis. I am irritable and angry. I try to put a lid on it around my two kids and it works most of the time.
I have a couple of friends. But i try not to lay on them what I’m going through. My sense is people don’t get how dysfunctional one can become with CPTSD.
It feels like I am crawling through time, trying to get from one moment to the next. Barely functioning at work. And trying to avoid interactions.
One thing that has been true for me is that no one wants a broken person. Broken people are to be replaced with happy, normal people without trauma.
Why live when broken? I don’t enjoy anything and just go through the motions. I don’t believe I will ever get better and just wait for some other crisis to hit me out of nowhere. This is not a life.
Now I hear from my child that he is dating. Our divorce is not finalized yet. I feel another wave of sadness. I do know it’s for the best. It just hurts that I was damaged and could not be normal in a relationship.
I can’t even imagine being in relationship again - ever. People say this will change, but I don’t think so. I am in my 50s and I feel whatever has unfolded is irreversible.
With a new wave of memories returning, my therapist says I am in crisis. I am irritable and angry. I try to put a lid on it around my two kids and it works most of the time.
I have a couple of friends. But i try not to lay on them what I’m going through. My sense is people don’t get how dysfunctional one can become with CPTSD.
It feels like I am crawling through time, trying to get from one moment to the next. Barely functioning at work. And trying to avoid interactions.
One thing that has been true for me is that no one wants a broken person. Broken people are to be replaced with happy, normal people without trauma.
Why live when broken? I don’t enjoy anything and just go through the motions. I don’t believe I will ever get better and just wait for some other crisis to hit me out of nowhere. This is not a life.