The 5th of feb, only 6 days to go! It can't come soon enough. I realize how much I've been holding on, white knuckling, particularly with parenting, all these years. How long I've needed what I'm finally going to be getting.
My brain hurts, my body is sooooooo tired, it's achey in places, but it's my emotional self that is really exhausted. Putting on a brave face too much and for too long, is hugely exhausting for this long.
I need to be cared for like I never have before.
I'm so deficient in being cared for, although my guy is great, he also requires plenty of caring himself, which I don't mind giving, at least it's reciprocal.
He has an Aquired Brain Injury from being nearly killed and bludgeoned to almost death and has been badly abused and escaped multiple murder attempts and endured terrible and long term physical and emotion abuse, so we are, basically, each other's carers.
He's pretty amazing, how together he is, but still pretty impaired in pretty significant ways.
We met when we had just about exceeded what is humanly possible to endure without utterly breaking from the lack of necessary emotional care.
I was more shattered than him, at the time, only because he had held on, for his children, exactly like me.
I was a drowning woman. He was a life guard. He was new in town. I had to leave town or face impending death. We kept in touch because we had sons who were close buds.
He helped me escape what was killing me, he saw me, and was the first person to recognise that what I had been enduring for so long, was unendurable. He was appalled for me, angry at how I was being treated, hurt for me. He actually cared!
I know this sounds dramatic, perhaps a bit histrionic. I wish i was exaggerating.
My ex tried to kill me very slowly and undetectably.Without a doubt he wanted me dead rather than be free of him. He was so angry I'd escaped and not died. And that I had a very tall, strong, staunch, caring protective friend. He was also frightened his crimes would be reported and he'd already served jail time long before I met him. One thing he doesn't want is to go back to prison.
This is the first time I get to be treated for Cptsd in a way that I can communicate just how severe my condition has been.