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My boyfriend puts up with me, I love him and he's amazing and in 2 days, we'll be going to Spain with his family. His parents are over protective and like their rules, they aren't strict but they have boundaries and such, which is completely understandable.
When my boyfriend stays at my house for the night, we sleep in the same room. His parents know this. But, when I stay at his house, I am in the spare room on my own. This is difficult for me.. 1) I'm in a room I'm not comfortable with and 2) my boyfriend is kind of like my safety net and I seem to only be able to sleep and feel like I've slept when he's there, its psychological and probably not good for me, but whatever.
So, this trip to spain. I'm not allowed to stay in the same room as him until the second week of the holiday when we'll be going to a different villa (and meeting up with some other family members and sharing the villa with them, so I have to share a room with him - not bed - because there aren't enough rooms). I'm kind of freaking out a little now.
I'll be in a different country (my trauma took place in a different country, so I have a lot to deal with on this holiday such as the flight, being abroad, unfamiliarity etc), I'll be on my own in my own room, I'll be with people I barely know (his family) and then to top it off, when we are beside the pool or in the house, I pretty much get to act like his friend for the entire holiday.
I'm not okay with this. I need comfort and hugs and saftey and I don't get that when we have to be a mile apart and sleeping in different rooms. I know this probably sounds clingy, but I need it. I'm going to be in a different country, practically on my own, without my mum or family.
The way I see it, is my boyfriend is like my branch out into the world. Like I wont be comfortable with his family and such, unless he is there reassuring me. That kind of thing. Take that away from me and put me in an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar people and I'm going to breakdown. My boyfriend keeps saying 'hope for the best' and such, in hopes his parents change their mind, but they wont. And I'm not getting my hopes up..
I don't know what to do? This holiday is going to be a disaster full of panic attacks and nightmares and god knows how many flashbacks and dissociative episodes. I'm so screwed.
As well as all of that, not being able to sleep in the same bed as him, not even in the same room, makes me feel like some glorified friend or guest whenever I stay at his house. I can't help but expect this holiday to give me the same feeling.
When my boyfriend stays at my house for the night, we sleep in the same room. His parents know this. But, when I stay at his house, I am in the spare room on my own. This is difficult for me.. 1) I'm in a room I'm not comfortable with and 2) my boyfriend is kind of like my safety net and I seem to only be able to sleep and feel like I've slept when he's there, its psychological and probably not good for me, but whatever.
So, this trip to spain. I'm not allowed to stay in the same room as him until the second week of the holiday when we'll be going to a different villa (and meeting up with some other family members and sharing the villa with them, so I have to share a room with him - not bed - because there aren't enough rooms). I'm kind of freaking out a little now.
I'll be in a different country (my trauma took place in a different country, so I have a lot to deal with on this holiday such as the flight, being abroad, unfamiliarity etc), I'll be on my own in my own room, I'll be with people I barely know (his family) and then to top it off, when we are beside the pool or in the house, I pretty much get to act like his friend for the entire holiday.
I'm not okay with this. I need comfort and hugs and saftey and I don't get that when we have to be a mile apart and sleeping in different rooms. I know this probably sounds clingy, but I need it. I'm going to be in a different country, practically on my own, without my mum or family.
The way I see it, is my boyfriend is like my branch out into the world. Like I wont be comfortable with his family and such, unless he is there reassuring me. That kind of thing. Take that away from me and put me in an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar people and I'm going to breakdown. My boyfriend keeps saying 'hope for the best' and such, in hopes his parents change their mind, but they wont. And I'm not getting my hopes up..
I don't know what to do? This holiday is going to be a disaster full of panic attacks and nightmares and god knows how many flashbacks and dissociative episodes. I'm so screwed.
As well as all of that, not being able to sleep in the same bed as him, not even in the same room, makes me feel like some glorified friend or guest whenever I stay at his house. I can't help but expect this holiday to give me the same feeling.