A couple months ago I tried disclosing my past abusive relationship (2 years ago) to a new-ish partner (three months in). I wanted to see if it could develop into a relationship and I just needed to say something. I have other things going in my life, for the past few years it's been a neverending cycle of grief and damage (two elderly parents one of whom is quite ill, family members passing away regularly and a stressful job to boot).
I tried to keep the details out of it, because between my sick mother and the past abusive relationship I didn't think he needed to know EVERYTHING. But I was also in a bit of a spot because in an effort to try and change the workplace culture around attitudes towards violence towards women, I'd disclosed a sexual assault I endured eight years ago on a public forum. So, I just felt I had to say something because it could get back to him. And in the weeks leading up to disclosing I found myself having panic attacks.
Anyways, it really didn't go well. His response, "I'm not ready for a serious relationship. I'm sorry it has to be an all or nothing thing." And then he promptly cut me off and started dating another woman. He didn't even acknowledge what I'd told him about my last relationship.
So yeah, I just haven't been right since. Lost 23 lbs. Keeping to myself. I don't even want to try dating anymore. My bed is my favourite place. I think the problem is no one seems to really listen or care. That assault from eight years ago? The first officer on scene thought it was a good time to flirt with me. And the man I was dating at the time (also an officer) wanted to hear nothing of it. In fact, the first time I ventured out at night was with him, two weeks after the incident. We went to a movie. it went later than I thought it would and I asked him if he could drop me off at home (10 minute drive, max). He outright refused. He knew what had happened to me and he was a someone I'd been dating and friends with for four years at the time.
I don't think I could do it again.