A little scared...
I am only just coming to terms with the intense level of destruction and anxiety caused by childhood abuses - some I remember, and some I don't. Looking at these postings I see all the familiar signs; acting out, withdrawal, sexual confusion, reticence and dysfunction, marital problems, misunderstanding and hurt...
For years I thought these were my own "special" neuroses. And now I'm attacking the reality with therapy, anti-depressants, sobriety, and honest open dialogues with my wife and, with more difficulty, myself. It's a terrifying time. I don't know how it will all end, whether I'll remember the events which are now fuzzy at best. One period of abuse I know for certain, but my anxiety and terror goes back many years before this episode, and there's no memory of events at this time whatsoever. So I barrage myself with questions:
-will I ever be "okay" and have the sexual life I long for and have never had?
-will my wife have the patience and ability to stick it out?
-will I ever remember everything like some thunderbolt out of the blue and be able to put it past me? And who was the cause, my father, my mother, someone I don't remember, or is there only the second event and no SA reason for my prior terrors?
Coming to terms with the severity of my situation (which I only did about six months ago) plunged me into a suicidal depression which only strong anti-depressants has pulled me out from. I can't believe the difference they've made. The drugs, I feel, are literally saving my life. And that scares me as well. I lead an outwardly "normal" life, full of the pressures and responsibilities of any family man in the work force (no different, I'm sure, from the majority of you who post here). Yet there is such a war of anger, terror and confusion raging inside me. It's exhausting to say the least.
My therapist is really excellent and I suppose I need to try to be calm and patient and take things, as they say, one day at a time. Stick with the program and the drugs and the sobriety, etc. But I just sense such a greater black hole in my subconscious, and I feel that I've been through so much pain already. The possibility of further discovery is overwhelming.
Sorry to blather. Just needed to put this down on paper. It helps to know you all are out there in similarly black waters.
For years I thought these were my own "special" neuroses. And now I'm attacking the reality with therapy, anti-depressants, sobriety, and honest open dialogues with my wife and, with more difficulty, myself. It's a terrifying time. I don't know how it will all end, whether I'll remember the events which are now fuzzy at best. One period of abuse I know for certain, but my anxiety and terror goes back many years before this episode, and there's no memory of events at this time whatsoever. So I barrage myself with questions:
-will I ever be "okay" and have the sexual life I long for and have never had?
-will my wife have the patience and ability to stick it out?
-will I ever remember everything like some thunderbolt out of the blue and be able to put it past me? And who was the cause, my father, my mother, someone I don't remember, or is there only the second event and no SA reason for my prior terrors?
Coming to terms with the severity of my situation (which I only did about six months ago) plunged me into a suicidal depression which only strong anti-depressants has pulled me out from. I can't believe the difference they've made. The drugs, I feel, are literally saving my life. And that scares me as well. I lead an outwardly "normal" life, full of the pressures and responsibilities of any family man in the work force (no different, I'm sure, from the majority of you who post here). Yet there is such a war of anger, terror and confusion raging inside me. It's exhausting to say the least.
My therapist is really excellent and I suppose I need to try to be calm and patient and take things, as they say, one day at a time. Stick with the program and the drugs and the sobriety, etc. But I just sense such a greater black hole in my subconscious, and I feel that I've been through so much pain already. The possibility of further discovery is overwhelming.
Sorry to blather. Just needed to put this down on paper. It helps to know you all are out there in similarly black waters.