Visiting:
It is much easier to be the victim, really. Because as you know, to no longer be a victim, means work... it means pain... it means facing our worst fears and reliving our own trauma... And it wasn't until he and I became much closer that it made me realize that I don't want to be the victim anymore. I'm getting older, not younger, and this rape has robbed me of 11 years of my life... I want the ability to be intimate, I want to feel safe, I want to not be afraid. He is my MOTIVATION to better myself so I can better US. He is my INSPIRATION to recovery, which is why I'm taking this so hard, I believe.
I was given wise advice once from a friend of mine: "Never let anyone see you sweat. Predators smell fear, that's how snakes find rats, and the rat with the fastest heartbeat gets to be dinner." There's a lot of meaning in that...
I've not tried to share anything else with him since the initial conversation. I've not brought it up, he hasn't brought it up. He hasn't said he wouldn't listen or won't help, I just haven't asked for it since I assumed he'd offer on his own and disappointed that he hasn't.
I didn't realize this paternalistic attitude... what brought this to your attention?
My boyfriend of ten years died exactly ten years ago... I always kept a journal when he was alive, and I've kept a journal of me and my boyfriend as well since the day we met... I've been reading over it throughout the day and want to point out some things that he's said... you may find something from your point of view that I need to be aware of (good or bad)... and please tell me if you do...
I strongly remember from our earliest conversations when we met, him saying to me: "If I need to slow down, tell me. If I go too fast, tell me. If you want me to stop, tell me." It was eerie the sense he had, or picked up on, that something major was going on with me....
I remember the first time he kissed me. He held my hand and said, "This feels really good. I feel it in my heart. I feel your heart. It's been a long, long time for me, do you hear me?" I shook my head yes. "Has it been a long time for you too?" I shook my head yes. He said, "Don't be mad." I said, "Don't be mad about what?" He leaned down and kissed my lips. He said, "You're heart is pounding, I can feel it." I said, "It is..." He said, "I can slow down, you can take your time, I want you to be comfortable." I shook my head OK. He said, "I want to treat you the way a man should treat you and I want to be the one. If you'll let me." I said, "I don't want to be afraid of you." He said, "I don't want you to be afraid either. I'm not going to hurt you. Do you hear me?"
For some reason, the next day, I was paranoid (from the kiss I suppose) and said, "I need to know right now if I can trust you." For once, he didn't look me in my eyes. He looked down and said, "What is this about?" I said, "I need to know if I can trust you." He said, "Yes, you can trust me. I told you that before. Yes." I said, "Don't. If there's something I need to know, tell me." I held my breath. He said, "Yes, there are things you need to know but I don't think you're ready for it." I paused and looked at him. I said, "Things like what?" He said, "Well there are many things. Like I know you have a lot that I don't know about either."
Shortly after he said, "I worry about you because you take care of everybody around you. But you don't take care of you. You don't take time for you. You take care of everything but you. You need time for you. You need girl time. You need time alone. You need time for you. You need time with me. Or not with me if you don't want to, but you need time for you. My father died of a broken heart. He took care of everyone else but he didn't take care of himself." (That is very true, I do take care of everyone else around me first. And then me.)
I said, "I've been through so much, you wouldn't believe it." He said, "I know you have, I can see it. I can feel it."I said, "I've been through so much... so much." He said, "I know you have. I want to make you feel like a woman again, I want your confidence back, I don't want you to fear anything. We don't have to do anything. I just want to hold you. I want to treat you with the respect you deserve. I know you have experiences. I know you have a lot to share. I hope that you will share it with me. Others can learn from you. Other women need to hear you. Other men. Everyone."
The 2nd time he kissed me, he said, "You can tell me to stop at anytime. Thank you for letting me kiss you." All of his comments kept adding up, like he knew what I was going to say (about the rape) BEFORE I said it... do you know what I mean? It was comforting BUT eerie at the same time...
Whenever I am upset he'll hold me and say, "Let it out, don't ever hold anything inside, I'm here. Yell, scream, get mad, do whatever you feel baby. What's got you this upset, what ABOUT this is making you cry?" Whatever I was upset about is trivial in comparison to the rape... WHY can he NOT be this supportive about the rape!?!?!!? This to me is overly suspicious....
He said, "I know you'll make it, I do. You know why?" I said, "Why?" He said, "Because you're determined and your scared and you're afraid. When you're scared, that's what will make you make it. When I wear this uniform I'm scared. But there's something you must know... I mean I know you so this wouldn't apply to you but if it's somebody I don't know, it's me vs them and they are going to jail and I'm going home. That's just the way it is."
He stood in the rain once and said to me, "I see changes in you and I like what I'm seeing. I remember watching you and you used to walk with your head down and now you're walking with your head up. I like what I'm seeing."
A few moments before I told him about the rape, my hands were shaking. He put his hands on my throat and squeezed, kinda freaked me out... He panicked and said, "What is it? You're heart is beating SO FAST, is it me or what you're about to tell me?" I thought this was weird, but maybe he could tell I was nervous, shaken up... maybe he was just testing my pulse?
A few minutes after I told him, he said, "In training, I've heard that victims who face their abuser when they see him face to face and yell at him for what they did, for the fear, for the physical scars, the mental scars, I read the abuser actually feels the pain they've caused." (I could NEVER do this... I could NEVER be in the same room with the person who did this to me, NEVER).
I said, "Well, I'm mad at myself," he said, "Don't be mad at yourself. You did nothing wrong. This isn't your fault. None of this was your fault. Look at me! Look at me! It's not your fault." The day that I shared the rape with him was the first day I told him I loved him... We ended up washing our hands together in the sink... I had never TRULY felt a person's TOUCH in my life, until he took my hand in his and we washed our hands together in the sink. He asked, "Have you ever washed hands like this before?" I said, "No." He said, "Neither have I, but I like this"... I don't know if he felt like he had to do this because he was afraid I was afraid of him? Or why?
These are just a few highlights... if you still see it as paternalistic, please tell me. If you see anything that glares at you, as anything negative or otherwise, please tell me... I know outsiders see things that I can't see because I'm so involved in it... By your responses already, I value your opinion.
I also want you to know that I support you as well... you said you're in the process of leaving an abusive relationship, and I want you to know that I am here for you and want to support you. If there's anything you need or want to talk about, or if you just need someone to listen, or if you want advice, I am here for you. I hope you know this...
Thank you for helping me. I hope I can help you, too.