I was abused as a child - until I was able to make my escape at 18. I was very self destructive, worked as a prostitute, drank and drugged, but finally stabilized a bit at about 23. At 25 I married an abusive older man, (30yrs older) then after divorce I isolated to the extreme.. no commitments to anyone, alone 99% of the time. Completely celibate for eight years.
Recently a beautiful and brilliant man began courting me. He is twenty years younger than I am. We live in a very small town, his hometown, where everyone knows everything - lots of judgmental people and such.
He is a very private person, and wants to keep our relationship under wraps. Which is fine with me, rationally. I mean I know first hand the ways people judged me when I was the younger partner. I don't want him to suffer those things - he says he's ok with it when I talked to him all bout that.
Emotionally I think it's affecting me in bad bad ways. The sex is fantastic, I have shared my history, he is supportive and loving ... and this weekend I fell into a terrible hole, filled with absolute self loathing.
It was very hard to explain to him that I cannot identify the problem, that my mind and body react to missing memories, and I felt so bad that I have allowed this beautiful young man to develop feelings for such a damaged person, because my CPTSD will hurt him, and I feel like a bomb laying in his strong and beautiful arms, and any second I will explode and kill him.
I want a life with this man, but right now we have no refuge, his home has other people in it, and mine is on a busy street, so when he parks at my place people know he's there. Both of us want more but circumstances are keeping us quiet.
He began courting me in November last year, and we've been sexually active for two months.
How can I know if this is a private relationship or some kind of secret he's keeping? My brain will not stop wondering what his motives really are, even though I see how we are beneficial to each other. My heart aches constantly over imagined future abandonment and heartbreak when he decides he wants someone younger, who can have his kids, and isn't a complete basket case.
I just don't trust my own judgement. I am fighting so hard to relax and enjoy this experience with this man. Every day I tell myself, enjoy it for today, let tomorrow take care of itself.
I know I need a therapist.
My abuser was my father, who was a pastor in a Christian church. I have a strong aversion to religion, obviously.. this small town doesn't even have a psychiatrist, and the therapists I've looked at all are religious. I drive an hr and a half to see a psychiatrist, but still can't find a therapist to help me figure out what's really dangerous and what's imagined.
Now that I'm not completely isolated, all kinds of darkness is leaking out of me, and staining everything and everyone around me. It's been a long time since I felt such intense pain. I miss the numbness of being alone, but this love is so beautiful, maybe not even real, but so amazing to have another human willing to actually touch me, hug me, love me, and express desire for me to be happy.
But we have no life together outside of this tiny bit of heaven. How do I know when it's time to tell him the secrecy has to end? I don't want to rush into things. I'm a gypsy and ready to relocate to have a life with him, but he's unable to relocate until he finishes his degree.
I'm terrified. I'm in love, I think, but so afraid. I think I might have made a terrible mistake ending my total isolation...or is it normal to feel so broken when in a new relationship?
I don't even know what my question here is. But I'm glad I found this forum to talk to people that understand.
Thanks for reading.
Recently a beautiful and brilliant man began courting me. He is twenty years younger than I am. We live in a very small town, his hometown, where everyone knows everything - lots of judgmental people and such.
He is a very private person, and wants to keep our relationship under wraps. Which is fine with me, rationally. I mean I know first hand the ways people judged me when I was the younger partner. I don't want him to suffer those things - he says he's ok with it when I talked to him all bout that.
Emotionally I think it's affecting me in bad bad ways. The sex is fantastic, I have shared my history, he is supportive and loving ... and this weekend I fell into a terrible hole, filled with absolute self loathing.
It was very hard to explain to him that I cannot identify the problem, that my mind and body react to missing memories, and I felt so bad that I have allowed this beautiful young man to develop feelings for such a damaged person, because my CPTSD will hurt him, and I feel like a bomb laying in his strong and beautiful arms, and any second I will explode and kill him.
I want a life with this man, but right now we have no refuge, his home has other people in it, and mine is on a busy street, so when he parks at my place people know he's there. Both of us want more but circumstances are keeping us quiet.
He began courting me in November last year, and we've been sexually active for two months.
How can I know if this is a private relationship or some kind of secret he's keeping? My brain will not stop wondering what his motives really are, even though I see how we are beneficial to each other. My heart aches constantly over imagined future abandonment and heartbreak when he decides he wants someone younger, who can have his kids, and isn't a complete basket case.
I just don't trust my own judgement. I am fighting so hard to relax and enjoy this experience with this man. Every day I tell myself, enjoy it for today, let tomorrow take care of itself.
I know I need a therapist.
My abuser was my father, who was a pastor in a Christian church. I have a strong aversion to religion, obviously.. this small town doesn't even have a psychiatrist, and the therapists I've looked at all are religious. I drive an hr and a half to see a psychiatrist, but still can't find a therapist to help me figure out what's really dangerous and what's imagined.
Now that I'm not completely isolated, all kinds of darkness is leaking out of me, and staining everything and everyone around me. It's been a long time since I felt such intense pain. I miss the numbness of being alone, but this love is so beautiful, maybe not even real, but so amazing to have another human willing to actually touch me, hug me, love me, and express desire for me to be happy.
But we have no life together outside of this tiny bit of heaven. How do I know when it's time to tell him the secrecy has to end? I don't want to rush into things. I'm a gypsy and ready to relocate to have a life with him, but he's unable to relocate until he finishes his degree.
I'm terrified. I'm in love, I think, but so afraid. I think I might have made a terrible mistake ending my total isolation...or is it normal to feel so broken when in a new relationship?
I don't even know what my question here is. But I'm glad I found this forum to talk to people that understand.
Thanks for reading.