Lately, I've been really struggling with not being able to speak to any friends about what I've been through. I suppose it doesn't help that I haven't seen my therapist for more than a month (I know, I'm going to try returning once I switch to my new, less time consuming job, in two weeks) but I really want to speak to someone besides my T. Is that okay, should I really try trusting someone again by disclosing my experiences. The last time I did that, they:
a. Went nuts and forced me to tell them details I didn't want to disclose. They then tried "counselling" me and only gave me pity and/or sympathy (can't stand either). Pretty much the very definition of what you shouldn't do when someone tells you about trauma. [This list includes my mom, teacher, dean, and my mom's pastor]
b. Brushed it aside and never really listened to me. No pity or sympathy, but also no empathy. They completely dropped all contact with me after a month of disclosing. [my best friends]
So obviously, I'm hesitant and I don't want to feel vulnerable. I'm so strong willed and like to have everything in control. I need to have others believe that I'm a brick wall. I have my scars, but I won't fall.
I don't want the word to get through gossip and I'd rather my mom not find out that anyone knows (I think she's scared of the stigma associated with childhood sexual abuse). For her, MY ABUSE, was really her abuse more than mine (I don't know if that really makes any sense).
I'm also exhausted of the reactions I get. I'm tired of the shock and I'm tired of the pity. I just want to talk and I just want to be more open.
My other problem is, I really can't connect with my boyfriend at all. Valentines day ended up being very triggering and I spent the next two days in an angry clouded state. Nothing happened, it's just I can't stand being in a relationship. I can't reciprocate romance. For me, love is a very convulated matter. I don't know how to love and I don't really have anyone that I feel such intense feelings for. I want to end the relationship, but I don't want to break his heart. He's so frail and he's barely been through anything. He even told me that his greatest accomplishment in life was asking me out since everything has always been handed to him on a silver platter. He really, really, really likes me. I can't stand that pressure on me
a. Went nuts and forced me to tell them details I didn't want to disclose. They then tried "counselling" me and only gave me pity and/or sympathy (can't stand either). Pretty much the very definition of what you shouldn't do when someone tells you about trauma. [This list includes my mom, teacher, dean, and my mom's pastor]
b. Brushed it aside and never really listened to me. No pity or sympathy, but also no empathy. They completely dropped all contact with me after a month of disclosing. [my best friends]
So obviously, I'm hesitant and I don't want to feel vulnerable. I'm so strong willed and like to have everything in control. I need to have others believe that I'm a brick wall. I have my scars, but I won't fall.
I don't want the word to get through gossip and I'd rather my mom not find out that anyone knows (I think she's scared of the stigma associated with childhood sexual abuse). For her, MY ABUSE, was really her abuse more than mine (I don't know if that really makes any sense).
I'm also exhausted of the reactions I get. I'm tired of the shock and I'm tired of the pity. I just want to talk and I just want to be more open.
My other problem is, I really can't connect with my boyfriend at all. Valentines day ended up being very triggering and I spent the next two days in an angry clouded state. Nothing happened, it's just I can't stand being in a relationship. I can't reciprocate romance. For me, love is a very convulated matter. I don't know how to love and I don't really have anyone that I feel such intense feelings for. I want to end the relationship, but I don't want to break his heart. He's so frail and he's barely been through anything. He even told me that his greatest accomplishment in life was asking me out since everything has always been handed to him on a silver platter. He really, really, really likes me. I can't stand that pressure on me