Scandinavgirl
Bronze Member
I think I have hidden away the feeling of shame - until now.
I thought of it yesterday when I finally put myself together and went to the hairdresser, and I both hated it and liked it. I hated that my looks were in the centre of attention - at the same time it felt good to treat myself.
But I did not want the hairdresser to wash my hair, touch it, cut it. I did not want her to see me. I felt ashamed.
Don`t exactly now what I was ashamed of. Me. Myself. My body. My hair.
I realised then, this strong uncomfortable feeling I have been feeling lately is shame. I look at my body and I dont want to relate to it. I feel my body, and I dont want to relate to it. I want to be close to my husband, but I dont want to relate to my body.
I was physically and emotionally abused, not sexually (not as I can remember, anyway). But sometimes I feel like I was sexually abused. Dirty and ashamed. But maybe this is a good thing? I do not hide the feeling any more, even though I believe it always has been buried inside me.
Can anyone relate?
Just needed to write this down. Not looking forward to bring this up in therapy...
I thought of it yesterday when I finally put myself together and went to the hairdresser, and I both hated it and liked it. I hated that my looks were in the centre of attention - at the same time it felt good to treat myself.
But I did not want the hairdresser to wash my hair, touch it, cut it. I did not want her to see me. I felt ashamed.
Don`t exactly now what I was ashamed of. Me. Myself. My body. My hair.
I realised then, this strong uncomfortable feeling I have been feeling lately is shame. I look at my body and I dont want to relate to it. I feel my body, and I dont want to relate to it. I want to be close to my husband, but I dont want to relate to my body.
I was physically and emotionally abused, not sexually (not as I can remember, anyway). But sometimes I feel like I was sexually abused. Dirty and ashamed. But maybe this is a good thing? I do not hide the feeling any more, even though I believe it always has been buried inside me.
Can anyone relate?
Just needed to write this down. Not looking forward to bring this up in therapy...