Good morning! I'm so thankful I've stumbled across this website. I have realized that I have not been conducting myself properly at all with my sufferer, and already find comfort in the words shared here.
Brief summary, which will be brief because my sufferer and I have spent only a brief time together. ‘A’ and I met at the end of June at my job. I was his server, I vividly remember the moment I walked up to greet he and his friend and he flashed me his gorgeous smile. Instant connection. We went on an amazing first date and so many good moments following. The only exception being a hiking trip that I got us lost on, bringing out my own illness full force: Bipolar 1. He handled my episode that day FLAWLESSLY. It gave me so much joy that it seemed he would love me for me, period. Upon sharing my illness, he shared his own: PTSD stemming from an abusive stepfather and time as a Marine. I still know very little about his trauma, and have not/do not plan to pry whatsoever.
Rewind a bit: Before I met ‘A’, I had ended an awful relationship. There was only about two weeks between the time I left my ex to when I met ‘A’. I was just starting to feel ok again and meeting ‘A’ was confusing (because I had decided to focus on me and vowed to not pursue anything romantic), but exciting. I could not let this one pass me by. Although I enjoyed him, our time, and our connection, I had been going thru my usual bipolar coping mechanisms, one of them being that I was quite hypersexual (ok so I say that, but honestly have a lot of educating to do on my OWN illness, so I apologize if that is somehow offensive to sufferers of bipolar). Down the road, ‘A’ realized that I had texted a fling seeking sex about two weeks after meeting ‘A’ and was DEVASTATED. After texting the fling there was texts found by ‘A’ from other individuals that quite frankly were harmless and not sexually involved, but the switch had already been flipped, he was instantly aggressive even when an incoming text was heard. I had told him that I felt a sense of loyalty to him early on and he asked me to be honest about if I was seeing anyone else, and I said no. Mostly because these people meant nothing to me and I also did NOT want to lose him.
I do not cheat. I would not even dream of involving myself with another man right now. Or ever, as long as I am with ‘A’. I adore this man, he was so good to me. He is still good to me, but mostly mean. Like terribly hurtful. I am a decently attractive young woman, but in this present moment, my eyebrow hairs have been almost completely ripped out due to nerves, I’m as thin as a rail, my hair is like 4 different colors due to lack of maintenance, I live in sweatpants/his tshirts and I haven’t worn makeup in probably a month. Worst of it all is the scratch marks down my face and across my chest and stomach that I put there. All of these things are the way they are because my sufferer constantly and SO. ANGRILY questions why I’m doing what I’m doing even if I go to pick up my hairbrush. I feel like I am not allowed to be beautiful anymore, or do routine cosmetic maintenance. He is so like…protective in a way. Like when I do have the courage to put makeup on and brush off what he has to say about it before we go in public, he is on high alert when we are out and about, paying more attention to who could be looking at me rather than engaging in the activity we are doing.
Please sufferers, help me find the words to say to my boyfriend to help him understand that I AM ALL FOR HIM I love him so much.
Brief summary, which will be brief because my sufferer and I have spent only a brief time together. ‘A’ and I met at the end of June at my job. I was his server, I vividly remember the moment I walked up to greet he and his friend and he flashed me his gorgeous smile. Instant connection. We went on an amazing first date and so many good moments following. The only exception being a hiking trip that I got us lost on, bringing out my own illness full force: Bipolar 1. He handled my episode that day FLAWLESSLY. It gave me so much joy that it seemed he would love me for me, period. Upon sharing my illness, he shared his own: PTSD stemming from an abusive stepfather and time as a Marine. I still know very little about his trauma, and have not/do not plan to pry whatsoever.
Rewind a bit: Before I met ‘A’, I had ended an awful relationship. There was only about two weeks between the time I left my ex to when I met ‘A’. I was just starting to feel ok again and meeting ‘A’ was confusing (because I had decided to focus on me and vowed to not pursue anything romantic), but exciting. I could not let this one pass me by. Although I enjoyed him, our time, and our connection, I had been going thru my usual bipolar coping mechanisms, one of them being that I was quite hypersexual (ok so I say that, but honestly have a lot of educating to do on my OWN illness, so I apologize if that is somehow offensive to sufferers of bipolar). Down the road, ‘A’ realized that I had texted a fling seeking sex about two weeks after meeting ‘A’ and was DEVASTATED. After texting the fling there was texts found by ‘A’ from other individuals that quite frankly were harmless and not sexually involved, but the switch had already been flipped, he was instantly aggressive even when an incoming text was heard. I had told him that I felt a sense of loyalty to him early on and he asked me to be honest about if I was seeing anyone else, and I said no. Mostly because these people meant nothing to me and I also did NOT want to lose him.
I do not cheat. I would not even dream of involving myself with another man right now. Or ever, as long as I am with ‘A’. I adore this man, he was so good to me. He is still good to me, but mostly mean. Like terribly hurtful. I am a decently attractive young woman, but in this present moment, my eyebrow hairs have been almost completely ripped out due to nerves, I’m as thin as a rail, my hair is like 4 different colors due to lack of maintenance, I live in sweatpants/his tshirts and I haven’t worn makeup in probably a month. Worst of it all is the scratch marks down my face and across my chest and stomach that I put there. All of these things are the way they are because my sufferer constantly and SO. ANGRILY questions why I’m doing what I’m doing even if I go to pick up my hairbrush. I feel like I am not allowed to be beautiful anymore, or do routine cosmetic maintenance. He is so like…protective in a way. Like when I do have the courage to put makeup on and brush off what he has to say about it before we go in public, he is on high alert when we are out and about, paying more attention to who could be looking at me rather than engaging in the activity we are doing.
Please sufferers, help me find the words to say to my boyfriend to help him understand that I AM ALL FOR HIM I love him so much.