I have nightmares..the kind where I jump out of bed, heart racing, and take off running until I realize I am 40 and not 5 and I am in my home and he is not here. I don't know how to make that stop.
I started seeing a therapist after my mom died last year. My mom was my best bud and we were very close although I never was able to talk to her about my abuse. My mom was a sweet lady but was a bit emotionally spent and I always felt it was my duty to protect her from bad stuff, not the other way around. I love her dearly and miss her everyday.
My dad is still living. He is a great guy and one of my heroes. The passing of my mom has been terribly hard for him. They were married 46 years.
My abuse was from a relative. My parents had no clue as they were always pretty busy with their own stuff and my awkwardness as a kid they never attributed to that. I was quiet mostly and had one very close friend that I spent all my time with. I trusted her but never told her. I started therapy bc my mom had died, I was now primary caregiver to my mom's mom who was also ill, and my dad. My husband had a heart attack, one of many, 3 weeks after my mom died, and my brother is a dreadful alcoholic...needless to say, I wanted to jump from the highest building and never look back..
BUT, I have a son that is the coolest kid ever! The thought of leaving him motherless and unprotected in a crazy world made me rethink my plan..so, I went to therapy.
I started talking about all the other stuff when it all came up and out. I haven't actually worked on dealing with all of this and I know that but every time I do, I recognize things I really don't like about myself and the anxiety of thinking about the dreadful incidents make me sick. Actually, this is the first time I have ever even written about anything bc I can't stand the nature of the conversation. However, forgetting is not an option. I can't seem to stuff it back in a box which is really what I would like to do.
I have nightmares, my intimate relationship with my husband suffers, I freak out being in certain public scenarios, I have anxiety attacks, I get depressed, and I find that I do not like myself AT ALL and then the guilt eats away at my gut!
So, here I am, tired and frustrated and not knowing what to do and the thought of creating this thread makes me sick. I haven't gone into great detail about my abuse with my t and don't know if it will make a difference or not. I actually try not to talk about it but she maneuvers the conversation around to that generally. I understand that is her job but I am so not into discussing things and especially not in detail.
All I know is that I am pretty lost, sad, and confused and don't know how to move past being scared and embarrassed to discuss. All I do know is that I want to be the very best mom I can and I feel like I am sucking! My sweet boy has had enough to deal with in the last year and I am working like hell to be his stability. I have no room or time to be a basket case and I am worried dredging up all of this will inevitably take time and resources away from him.
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I started seeing a therapist after my mom died last year. My mom was my best bud and we were very close although I never was able to talk to her about my abuse. My mom was a sweet lady but was a bit emotionally spent and I always felt it was my duty to protect her from bad stuff, not the other way around. I love her dearly and miss her everyday.
My dad is still living. He is a great guy and one of my heroes. The passing of my mom has been terribly hard for him. They were married 46 years.
My abuse was from a relative. My parents had no clue as they were always pretty busy with their own stuff and my awkwardness as a kid they never attributed to that. I was quiet mostly and had one very close friend that I spent all my time with. I trusted her but never told her. I started therapy bc my mom had died, I was now primary caregiver to my mom's mom who was also ill, and my dad. My husband had a heart attack, one of many, 3 weeks after my mom died, and my brother is a dreadful alcoholic...needless to say, I wanted to jump from the highest building and never look back..
BUT, I have a son that is the coolest kid ever! The thought of leaving him motherless and unprotected in a crazy world made me rethink my plan..so, I went to therapy.
I started talking about all the other stuff when it all came up and out. I haven't actually worked on dealing with all of this and I know that but every time I do, I recognize things I really don't like about myself and the anxiety of thinking about the dreadful incidents make me sick. Actually, this is the first time I have ever even written about anything bc I can't stand the nature of the conversation. However, forgetting is not an option. I can't seem to stuff it back in a box which is really what I would like to do.
I have nightmares, my intimate relationship with my husband suffers, I freak out being in certain public scenarios, I have anxiety attacks, I get depressed, and I find that I do not like myself AT ALL and then the guilt eats away at my gut!
So, here I am, tired and frustrated and not knowing what to do and the thought of creating this thread makes me sick. I haven't gone into great detail about my abuse with my t and don't know if it will make a difference or not. I actually try not to talk about it but she maneuvers the conversation around to that generally. I understand that is her job but I am so not into discussing things and especially not in detail.
All I know is that I am pretty lost, sad, and confused and don't know how to move past being scared and embarrassed to discuss. All I do know is that I want to be the very best mom I can and I feel like I am sucking! My sweet boy has had enough to deal with in the last year and I am working like hell to be his stability. I have no room or time to be a basket case and I am worried dredging up all of this will inevitably take time and resources away from him.
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