I don't quite know how these forums work, so I'll start with my story.
I am 18, almost 19 years old. At the age of 15 I began dating an 18 year old man. My family didn't exactly agree with it in the beginning, but eventually they got over it and began to approve and even adore my relationship. After a year of the relationship, things got rocky. Out of the random, he began ignoring my messages and being blatantly rude to me at the drop of a hat...so I did what nobody, especially a 16 year old, should ever do, and found comfort in a new male friend online. My relationship with my boyfriend was dwindling, there was a point where we didn't speak to each other for a solid two weeks. During those two weeks, I met the friend in person for the first time. The furthest the physical relationship with the new male friend went was a kiss, but we were very close emotionally. When my boyfriend found out I met the new friend, he all of a sudden began caring. He finally showed me attention, finally spoke to me for the first time in weeks...but I was attached to this new friend. So I broke up with him...for a week...during that week, my boyfriend was tearing me apart about my relationship with the new friend. I ended up cutting ties with the new friend and getting back with my boyfriend, which took a toll on me for two reasons:
1. I was hurt by the loss of my very close friend.
2. My boyfriend was constantly tearing me apart about the mistakes I made.
Now that the beginning of the story has been explained, I can cut it a little bit shorter.
My relationship began to get worse and worse, but I let it happen over the years span My boyfriend managed to break me down from the person I was and turned me into a clone. I was scared to do anything at all, because almost everything I did made him mad. I ended up graduating high school and moving in with him, (Big mistake) celebrating my 18th birthday in his bedroom because he didn't feel like doing anything. After that, I cut ties with every one of my friends that were not mutual friends (other than my very best friend), I got a job as a server, and worked 6 days a week. When I came home, he'd make rude comments to me, depending on how he was feeling depended on the comments I received from him: They varied from "How many d**** did you suck for all those tips?" to "Don't you think you should stop eating for a little while? I'm pretty sure you're even gaining noticeable weight from that salad earlier."...It got to the point where I just accepted everything he said to me without arguing or disagreeing, and I would go into my room alone, cry myself to sleep, and wake up the next morning for work. Going the whole way, having fights with myself over whether my life really was worth it or not...I felt worthless, alone, pointless, and like I was a genuine pain to everyone in the world...exactly how he wanted me to feel, right..? I got to the point where I was terrified to argue, disagree, or even look at him wrong...he never laid a hand on me, but with the way he made me feel with just his words was enough to terrify me.
The underlined is what this is entire post is about. I ended up leaving my boyfriend in February (yay, me!) It was hard, I lost my job, a stable house, my boyfriend of three years, all of our mutual friends who took his side, and my beloved cat that I love more than life itself...but I had to do what I had to do for me, right?
But the tl;dr here,
I'm pretty sure I'm suffering a form of PTSD from this relationship with my ex. I have some serious trust issues, and am scared to let anyone in, but I've worked on that a lot recently. My biggest problem now is my fear of arguments...When there is a debate around me, whether I am involved or not, I completely shut down. Whether it is an actual argument, a debate, or even a small disagreement. Even if it's a debate on what we should get for dinner, every fiber of my being begs me to shut down and close everyone out. Every bit of me gets anxious, sweaty, nervous, and absolutely terrified. I don't know if there's a term for this, but that's what I want to find out. How do I explain this to my mom? How do I explain this to a therapist if she wants me to see one? Is there even such thing as a fear of debates?
Any sort of advice at all is much appreciated...I don't know who else to approach about this situation because I would have never guessed that this kind of problem existed...
Thanks again,
GemmKatt
I am 18, almost 19 years old. At the age of 15 I began dating an 18 year old man. My family didn't exactly agree with it in the beginning, but eventually they got over it and began to approve and even adore my relationship. After a year of the relationship, things got rocky. Out of the random, he began ignoring my messages and being blatantly rude to me at the drop of a hat...so I did what nobody, especially a 16 year old, should ever do, and found comfort in a new male friend online. My relationship with my boyfriend was dwindling, there was a point where we didn't speak to each other for a solid two weeks. During those two weeks, I met the friend in person for the first time. The furthest the physical relationship with the new male friend went was a kiss, but we were very close emotionally. When my boyfriend found out I met the new friend, he all of a sudden began caring. He finally showed me attention, finally spoke to me for the first time in weeks...but I was attached to this new friend. So I broke up with him...for a week...during that week, my boyfriend was tearing me apart about my relationship with the new friend. I ended up cutting ties with the new friend and getting back with my boyfriend, which took a toll on me for two reasons:
1. I was hurt by the loss of my very close friend.
2. My boyfriend was constantly tearing me apart about the mistakes I made.
Now that the beginning of the story has been explained, I can cut it a little bit shorter.
My relationship began to get worse and worse, but I let it happen over the years span My boyfriend managed to break me down from the person I was and turned me into a clone. I was scared to do anything at all, because almost everything I did made him mad. I ended up graduating high school and moving in with him, (Big mistake) celebrating my 18th birthday in his bedroom because he didn't feel like doing anything. After that, I cut ties with every one of my friends that were not mutual friends (other than my very best friend), I got a job as a server, and worked 6 days a week. When I came home, he'd make rude comments to me, depending on how he was feeling depended on the comments I received from him: They varied from "How many d**** did you suck for all those tips?" to "Don't you think you should stop eating for a little while? I'm pretty sure you're even gaining noticeable weight from that salad earlier."...It got to the point where I just accepted everything he said to me without arguing or disagreeing, and I would go into my room alone, cry myself to sleep, and wake up the next morning for work. Going the whole way, having fights with myself over whether my life really was worth it or not...I felt worthless, alone, pointless, and like I was a genuine pain to everyone in the world...exactly how he wanted me to feel, right..? I got to the point where I was terrified to argue, disagree, or even look at him wrong...he never laid a hand on me, but with the way he made me feel with just his words was enough to terrify me.
The underlined is what this is entire post is about. I ended up leaving my boyfriend in February (yay, me!) It was hard, I lost my job, a stable house, my boyfriend of three years, all of our mutual friends who took his side, and my beloved cat that I love more than life itself...but I had to do what I had to do for me, right?
But the tl;dr here,
I'm pretty sure I'm suffering a form of PTSD from this relationship with my ex. I have some serious trust issues, and am scared to let anyone in, but I've worked on that a lot recently. My biggest problem now is my fear of arguments...When there is a debate around me, whether I am involved or not, I completely shut down. Whether it is an actual argument, a debate, or even a small disagreement. Even if it's a debate on what we should get for dinner, every fiber of my being begs me to shut down and close everyone out. Every bit of me gets anxious, sweaty, nervous, and absolutely terrified. I don't know if there's a term for this, but that's what I want to find out. How do I explain this to my mom? How do I explain this to a therapist if she wants me to see one? Is there even such thing as a fear of debates?
Any sort of advice at all is much appreciated...I don't know who else to approach about this situation because I would have never guessed that this kind of problem existed...
Thanks again,
GemmKatt