
I ended up having... I don't know if it was a panic attack or just an extreme anxiety shutdown. They were all really soft with me about it. They never got mad or frustrated with me about it. I think I really, really needed all that. I hadn't realized fully how bad it had gotten.
The biggest thing that I took away is... I was always so worried about what telling other people about our trauma would do to them. I didn't even consider that it might make them want to comfort or protect me. I always considered it a burden, an imposition on my part. Like I was doing something horrible to whoever I told. But... I think I might need to reframe that. Not everyone is going to be affected by it the way I am or even to the same extent I am.
I'm really lucky to have my partners. I love them all so dearly. And they love me. A lot.
I do think it's really sad that I feel like I need to be able to control everything about my problems so I can mold myself around others' feelings. The abusive platonic relationship I was in for years really made me feel like I didn't matter the same amount that other people do. I'm so, so grateful that we made it out of there. And I'm proud of myself for being able to keep myself moving forward. It can be hard, but I know it's ultimately for the best.
I think I need to start saying what happened plainly again, so I don't get like I was. So...
We were raped when we were a child. It wasn't our fault. It hurts a lot, but I shouldn't let it rule me. I don't want it to control me anymore. Hopefully I can make that a reality.
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