Muruluisku
Bronze Member
For the last couple of weeks I've really struggled with nightmares and being scared of everything... I haven't been able to leave the house and had to tell work I've got a bad flu. Therapy hasn't started yet..they said the waiting list is 6-12 weeks so I guess I have to wait a while still.
Maybe I should try and go back to my GP and have another think about starting on some medication...?
I've been thinking about my ex-boyfriend a lot recently, and wondered what it is that attracts baddies to me?
I think part of the reason I'm feeling like this is that I've learned that good times don't last very long, and now that my life has been safe for a while, Im getting suspicious and sort of waiting for something bad to happen. It's stupid really, why can't I just stop worrying and enjoy all the good?
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Once I got my eating under control, sort of, and finished my A-level exams I met my boyfriend. He was charming and treated me like a princess, which felt good. I was 19 at the time and he was a bit older, 23. I felt grown up and special with him.
He was a student at the local Uni and had a summer break when we met. I had finnished the college and had no summer job as I wanted a break before going to Uni to study Occupational Therapy. I was really proud and exited to get onto this highly sought after programme in a big university, but was playing with the idea of a gap year. Soon we were spending all of our time together, he had his own flat and a car.
Mum and dad weren't around much as my older sister was going through a divorce at the time. She lived a couple of hours drive away and had two kids to look after. Mum and dad spent a lot of their time staying with my sister and looking after the kids to give her a chance to get through the divorce process.
Soon his behaviour changed and he got almost possessive of me. He wanted me to spend all my time with him and got jealous if I'd made other plans. He started picking fights in clubs where we went dancing, saying the guys he fought with had been perves and dancing too close to me. I was sort of flattered by this (stupid, I know) and feeling he was looking out for me although I was scared of the fights.
If I got between him and the other guy he wanted to fight he'd either pushed me away or walk me out of the club roughly. He also seemed to like making me scared. He would do things like drive really fast down the narrow country lanes and laughed when I was worried we'd crash and begged him to stop. If there was thunder and he saw I was scared he would just laugh and tease. I said to him I wasn't ready to loose my "virginity" yet and didn't want to sleep with him... He said he respected that, but then made jokes about "popping my cherry" etc to intimidate me.. Would that be classed as a form of abuse?
I wonder if I just look funny when I'm scared? Why all the different baddies liked it when I was frightened? It must be something about me... I wished I could be brave and never get scared :(
<3: Muru
Maybe I should try and go back to my GP and have another think about starting on some medication...?
I've been thinking about my ex-boyfriend a lot recently, and wondered what it is that attracts baddies to me?
I think part of the reason I'm feeling like this is that I've learned that good times don't last very long, and now that my life has been safe for a while, Im getting suspicious and sort of waiting for something bad to happen. It's stupid really, why can't I just stop worrying and enjoy all the good?
**********************
Once I got my eating under control, sort of, and finished my A-level exams I met my boyfriend. He was charming and treated me like a princess, which felt good. I was 19 at the time and he was a bit older, 23. I felt grown up and special with him.
He was a student at the local Uni and had a summer break when we met. I had finnished the college and had no summer job as I wanted a break before going to Uni to study Occupational Therapy. I was really proud and exited to get onto this highly sought after programme in a big university, but was playing with the idea of a gap year. Soon we were spending all of our time together, he had his own flat and a car.
Mum and dad weren't around much as my older sister was going through a divorce at the time. She lived a couple of hours drive away and had two kids to look after. Mum and dad spent a lot of their time staying with my sister and looking after the kids to give her a chance to get through the divorce process.
Soon his behaviour changed and he got almost possessive of me. He wanted me to spend all my time with him and got jealous if I'd made other plans. He started picking fights in clubs where we went dancing, saying the guys he fought with had been perves and dancing too close to me. I was sort of flattered by this (stupid, I know) and feeling he was looking out for me although I was scared of the fights.
If I got between him and the other guy he wanted to fight he'd either pushed me away or walk me out of the club roughly. He also seemed to like making me scared. He would do things like drive really fast down the narrow country lanes and laughed when I was worried we'd crash and begged him to stop. If there was thunder and he saw I was scared he would just laugh and tease. I said to him I wasn't ready to loose my "virginity" yet and didn't want to sleep with him... He said he respected that, but then made jokes about "popping my cherry" etc to intimidate me.. Would that be classed as a form of abuse?
I wonder if I just look funny when I'm scared? Why all the different baddies liked it when I was frightened? It must be something about me... I wished I could be brave and never get scared :(
<3: Muru