RubyBlue
Gold Member
I think I’m losing sight of the difference. Or I’m fighting both. Or my brain is just that screwed up.
Background: CSA for years starting from a very young age. This CSA was twisted and morphed into what I knew to be “love”. A person that touches you clearly loves you that much to risk their life and livelihood to show you there love. A person that doesn’t touch- doesn’t want you. End of story.
As an adult I can realize the fallacy of those statements. I can be logical and read and learn all the material proving them wrong.
So why can’t I FEEL how wrong they were?
Why do I have this constant drive to find love no matter how much therapy I do?
Why are they still the dominant voice?
Why can’t I be like others who have zero interest in being close to another?
Why do I allow insanely low standards in partners?
Why do I seek out the most dangerous situations I can find?
Why can I be in essence raped one night (won’t call it that because I asked for it) and back out the next night looking for just one person to pretend to hold me for awhile?
Why can’t I be satisfied with the human connections that I have and drop this exhausting search for a man?
Feeling all sorts of things tonight. And I don’t know what exactly I’m fighting anymore.
Background: CSA for years starting from a very young age. This CSA was twisted and morphed into what I knew to be “love”. A person that touches you clearly loves you that much to risk their life and livelihood to show you there love. A person that doesn’t touch- doesn’t want you. End of story.
As an adult I can realize the fallacy of those statements. I can be logical and read and learn all the material proving them wrong.
So why can’t I FEEL how wrong they were?
Why do I have this constant drive to find love no matter how much therapy I do?
Why are they still the dominant voice?
Why can’t I be like others who have zero interest in being close to another?
Why do I allow insanely low standards in partners?
Why do I seek out the most dangerous situations I can find?
Why can I be in essence raped one night (won’t call it that because I asked for it) and back out the next night looking for just one person to pretend to hold me for awhile?
Why can’t I be satisfied with the human connections that I have and drop this exhausting search for a man?
Feeling all sorts of things tonight. And I don’t know what exactly I’m fighting anymore.