I like the idea of titrating... I don't have to tell him everything...
Oh, this is so true! This is where I have failed. I'm am so reticent & closed-off & basically divulge nothing... then wham! Suddenly I'm telling people detailed & vivid accounts of occurrences in my life. I tell myself it's OK, because I do it in a literary fashion, as if this degree of separation in my autobiographical recaps somehow negates that i may or may not be over sharing in a deluge of furtive revelations.
I am experiencing a lot of difficulties with him around touch and fears of intimacy, which I am working on in therapy.
But... Therapist says I need to let him in and disclose my abuse (particularly childhood sexual abuse) and PTSD, as well as the extent of my scarring due to past self harm (my body is covered! ). She's offered me inviting him to a couple of my sessions, or suggested I wrote to him. But I can't even contemplate doing it.
I am terrified of this as well. Terrified.
LET ME BE ABSOLUTELY CLEAR... My burgeoning relationship is not "solid", & it's not like we're boyfriend/girlfriend AT ALL. I merely felt the impulse to respond here because of what you said abuse your childhood abuse & how it affects your intimacy. If it seems or is absurd, irrelevant, or improper for me to interject my own frivolity here I apologize. I've only ever divulged elements of my past to one girlfriend. Sadly, she was & has been my ONLY girlfriend because of how things played out. I have had lady friends & intimate liaisons (if you will) but I have avoided ever committing to a "girlfriend" & that has clearly precluded my ever revealing my past (to an intimate partner) ever since. That was an extremely complicated situation, & trust me it is so complex you don't want me to expound on it here. However, I should say It had very negative & lasting repercussive effects & ramifications on & with my abilities to share both physical & emotional intimacies concurrently. I was young. Twenty years old.
Lately, I've been sorta seeing someone. As always, I've kept it inanely nebulous. I feel very awkward about the whole thing (our relationship intentions & or "status"). I also realize if it's awkward for me, it must be hell on her. I feel like I suck everyone into an amorphous yet titillating vortex of amiable bewilderment. Oh...
I'm so clever! (I mean that facetiously.)
There has been a growing abundance of lascivious if not salacious texts & talk. She is far more reserved or timorous when we are face to face. She is nervous. She doesn't touch me a lot, so that is a problem for me. I sorta need everything thrust in or sat on my oblivious face. The last two women I had any physical intimacy with were very forward in this regard. They let their hands do the talking. This was obviously a fairly incontrovertible indicator as to there intent. The irony is I've just come out of a span where I didn't want to be touched at all. I've been told I basically exude, "Don't touch me without asking", &/or "I'm not interested" tho. So, I have to wonder I'm still subconsciously emanating this boundary. However, she is clearly looking for some validation. Verbal & physical. "What are the motifs? The underlying themes of these expressions?", you may ask. Basically, she is asking if I'm physically attracted to her &/or if I would, or frankly will, have sex with her. She also told me the last time we were together she felt "ignored". Sigh.
I'm terrified that I may have some reaction during or following such extensive periods of physical engagement. It's been a long time. The last time, afterwards, I did have a reaction... & I couldn't explain it. This person, who was extremely sweet, kept kissing & asking me about my scars (some inflicted & some self-inflicted)... & it just shut me down. Eventually I flinched away from her violently when she was barraging me with affectations & compliments... & as she touched my thigh. She was so perplexed, if not hurt by this... & I could not or did not explain. It was a bad scene. I felt like dirt.
Then I ask myself if I really even am physically attracted to this person. I do like her. She makes me laugh. I enjoy being with to her & am happy to receive her interest & consistent contact. I don't think I'd want to lose that. However, I'm just so "shut down" & I am fraught with fear over the notion that if I did have some fleeting but negative reaction (such as flinching, or God forbid something didn't rise to the occasion because I'm so lost in my own head & apprehensions, or I shut down & retract & become laconic & distant), I might have to, or should, &/or I fear I might not be able to explain why. Then I'd be consumed with guilt because it's likely she may find it offensive. She would probably think it has something to do her, or her body, or her weight (she has a few pounds, but wudda I care), etc.
Recently, I found myself rambling in an email to a friend of mine. She is the only person in my life who really has a considerable idea as to the vast extent of my childhood abuse. She is... she is like an ex-stepsister to me or something. I vaguely mentioned my new "friend" & my issues. I admitted & recognized my proclivities & how difficult it must be for someone to want & try to break through to me. I stopped short of asking for advice, because that seemed improper if not insensitive considering our past platonic but occasionally "close" relationship. On the other hand, who the h*ll else am I gonna ask? Everyone else thinks I'm a stud, including my new "friend", which is an hilariously ironic misconception!
It's not like this woman is giving me an ultimatum, but as I said, she's clearly looking for some clear indication &/or validation from me. I can't/don't blame her. She deserves some clarification. It just feels like a huge leap. She keeps (affably & whimsically, yet consistently) telling me I need sex. Then, she has implied I should want, no "need" a girlfriend. I feel as if I either need to make a (physical) move or just indicate or intimate to my new "friend" that she & I are just that... platonic friends.
Considering all this, it seems easier to just walk away. A least just far enough.
I'm glad you have a therapist to help guide &/or decipher. I wish I did.
What's my point or conclusion in all or any of this? I guess... I hope you don't walk away. Whatever happens, it's worth a shot. It's gotta be. It's gotta be worth a shot... right!? I sincerely hope your revelations, however titrated or deliberate, improve & strengthen your relationship.