My guy and I (together 3 years and some) just decided to go on a planned isolation. We spent the last week giving each other some space, and after speaking on Sunday, he expressed that he would like more time. Now we're planning on speaking in two weeks. We have been on a few planned isolations before, but that was usually when he was highly symptomatic and he couldn't cope, let alone speak. It took a few days, but we always came out of it. This feels different. He doesn't seem particularly symptomatic (though emotional, for sure.)
His reasons for going into isolation are that he says he hasn't had the time and the space to thoroughly absorb, feel, and deal with the stuff that has come up for him over the last 3 years (cPTSD from CSA.) Though our relationship has been a great source of support, it's also been a distraction. Things haven't always been smooth and over the last few weeks (or months) we've been fighting quite a lot. That, of course, has added extra stress to his cup and distracted him from truly dealing. He says he feels purely reactive at this point, like he can't hear himself. He says he hasn't had the mental space to slot in how everything that's happened pertains to him, as a person, and what it means for him. He's truly lost himself, he says.
He says he wants to be the man I see in him, but that he needs to decide for himself that he is all that. He wants to come to his own conclusions and decide what man he truly is. I get all that. I support it. And yet...I'm strangely heartbroken. Everything feels up in the air now, and part of me has a feeling that in 2 weeks he will tell me he truly needs to be on his own. No more isolation, truly done.
Nothing in what he said suggested that he will leave (though things would change for sure.) But nothing suggested he won't. Or rather, I'm having a hard time trusting his reassurances ("I love you," "things will be alright," "you won't leave my thoughts for a minute") as everything in me is telling me that he's had enough and he now knows he can't be in a relationship. With me, or with anyone? I don't know.
Something about all this makes me feel torn up with guilt. I feel inadequate, like I've let him down. I feel I could have been more supportive, less reactive; that I could have given him more space throughout. I could have made it so that he felt good and safe enough to deal with his stuff while staying close. Then I realize I couldn't have done more. It's been his responsibility too to create the space for himself to deal, while our problems were decidedly not only my doing. And also, some things need to be dealt with on one's own and in isolation. I get the feeling.
Then why does this hurt so much? I think I may have some of my own cognitive distortions around what's happening here.
I don't know where I'm going with this. At least this isolation is planned and defined. I can't even imagine what those of you with ghosting isolators must be going through. I think this is my first "true" isolation, and man does it suck. I can't even tell myself "it's not about me." Though it's largely not about me, it's also about me, and it's pretty hard to sit in that feeling right now.
His reasons for going into isolation are that he says he hasn't had the time and the space to thoroughly absorb, feel, and deal with the stuff that has come up for him over the last 3 years (cPTSD from CSA.) Though our relationship has been a great source of support, it's also been a distraction. Things haven't always been smooth and over the last few weeks (or months) we've been fighting quite a lot. That, of course, has added extra stress to his cup and distracted him from truly dealing. He says he feels purely reactive at this point, like he can't hear himself. He says he hasn't had the mental space to slot in how everything that's happened pertains to him, as a person, and what it means for him. He's truly lost himself, he says.
He says he wants to be the man I see in him, but that he needs to decide for himself that he is all that. He wants to come to his own conclusions and decide what man he truly is. I get all that. I support it. And yet...I'm strangely heartbroken. Everything feels up in the air now, and part of me has a feeling that in 2 weeks he will tell me he truly needs to be on his own. No more isolation, truly done.
Nothing in what he said suggested that he will leave (though things would change for sure.) But nothing suggested he won't. Or rather, I'm having a hard time trusting his reassurances ("I love you," "things will be alright," "you won't leave my thoughts for a minute") as everything in me is telling me that he's had enough and he now knows he can't be in a relationship. With me, or with anyone? I don't know.
Something about all this makes me feel torn up with guilt. I feel inadequate, like I've let him down. I feel I could have been more supportive, less reactive; that I could have given him more space throughout. I could have made it so that he felt good and safe enough to deal with his stuff while staying close. Then I realize I couldn't have done more. It's been his responsibility too to create the space for himself to deal, while our problems were decidedly not only my doing. And also, some things need to be dealt with on one's own and in isolation. I get the feeling.
Then why does this hurt so much? I think I may have some of my own cognitive distortions around what's happening here.
I don't know where I'm going with this. At least this isolation is planned and defined. I can't even imagine what those of you with ghosting isolators must be going through. I think this is my first "true" isolation, and man does it suck. I can't even tell myself "it's not about me." Though it's largely not about me, it's also about me, and it's pretty hard to sit in that feeling right now.