Dear Summer Ava....THANK YOU for your post. For saying what I couldn't frame words around. Thank you.
I so appreciate it.
In our case, the sexual activity was so well hidden that it is still difficult for me hinge the addictive behavior to the addiction. The therapist I'm going to see has been in this field for a long time and does treat for trauma in partners of sex addicts.
Talked about this issue with women after a meeting yesterday. Shocked stares. Not traumatic? Two of the women's partners are awaiting sentencing for their prison terms. One of the husbands can't see their grandchildren, by court order. The bombs went off in their homes and they are living with the enemy, is how it seems to me.
The more I read on mypstd the more at home I feel. And then in the next second tell myself that is bullshit, no one burned me with cigarettes or beat me black and blue.
And then, I argue, What about as a two year old, getting second and third degree burns on my feet because I was left alone in the bathtub. Was that neglect, my mother TOLD me not to touch the taps. Or just an accident? Or being tied up to a tree at three years old, and my brothers jumping up and down yelling for my little cousin to throw a screwdriver at me? Were we playing doctor, or did the six years separating my brother from me make it molestation? I would leave my tiny dolls tied, or hung by their necks, around the house for years. I pulled out my own hair until my mom took me to the doctor to ask what those bald spots were. Started smoking cigarettes as soon as I quit sucking my thumb.
I had no words for the emotions, still don't, for any of those things. What do you feel at seven when your mom tells you that your dad pulled out handfuls of her hair in a jealous rage? I didn't see that happen, but it's been happening in my head for 45 years. Or see him 'discipline' her in a degrading but not really violent way? How do I unsee that? I didn't see every physical fight, but was shown the bruises.
My head keeps telling me, compared to countless people my childhood was a fairy land. And then reminds me of the cruelty my father inflicted on my dogs and cats. Back and forth.
My husband was the perfect fit, is what I do know.