Being Home: Pain, Confusion, Shame and Chaos
Robert1000
Registrant
Hey folks,
So I was home for the past 11 days, first with my parents and then my wife's family. The days with my parents were tough, because my mother still can't or can only barely admit that what happened to me was real. I'm a survivor of Child Sexual Assault. That happened. Now and then she says, "Everyone remembers things differently." Maybe that sounds fine, but I know what she means. She means I'm making it up. Except I'm not.
Anyway, two times she said she thought that she could understand things just by looking at me/that she should have known something was wrong. By the way, this is why it's important for people to actually communicate with words rather than looks. Both times, I explained to her that to my 10-year-old mind, this wasn't something that someone had done to me. It's something I had done. So it's not like I had an owie that I would tell on someone about. The scumbag who abused me made it clear to me that I was the problem, that it was my fault, and I BELIEVED HIM. Deep in my heart I believed him. And so I hid what had happened. To protect my parents. To protect myself from myself. Maybe she finally heard me, although I think that's probably asking too much. She seems to lose ground when I'm gone. Then we retread those painful steps again, only to lose ground yet again. It's frustrating and horrible.
So anyway... after five days of that special kind of purgatory, my wife arrived and we traveled to her family's house for a reunion of a sort. I should mention that my wife's mother is an alcoholic, and she caused all kind of chaos in my wife's childhood. She remains a wonderful person who sometimes struggles with substance abuse and dysfunction. (Don't we all.) On our first night with her family, I got terribly drunk with one of my brothers-in-law. Apparently, I tried to fight him, or tried to make him fight me. I can only barely recall. I was blackout drunk. I passed out in the yard. Threw up. Finally stumbled into bed, waking up the entire world in the process. And then I spent the next day with one of the worst hangovers in my life.
That was about a week ago. I've recovered physically. My wife is still mad. She feels like this is too similar to what happened 8 or 9 years ago in the year leading up to an affair I had. I know it's not. I know I'm in a different place in my life. Back then, I had yet to honestly look at the CSA from my childhood. In major ways, every day was a struggle.
But I'm still struggling today, too. This morning, I wrote my wife a text saying that sometimes I feel like home for me is still just a place to work up a good dose of self hatred. It's not a healthy pattern.
Anyway, that's where I am today. I have a therapy appointment scheduled. I've clearly got a lot to talk about, but on this roller coaster called life I'm really feeling the ups and downs. Today, anyway, the downs are giving me flashbacks.
Stay strong, everybody. Keep healing.
Bob
So I was home for the past 11 days, first with my parents and then my wife's family. The days with my parents were tough, because my mother still can't or can only barely admit that what happened to me was real. I'm a survivor of Child Sexual Assault. That happened. Now and then she says, "Everyone remembers things differently." Maybe that sounds fine, but I know what she means. She means I'm making it up. Except I'm not.
Anyway, two times she said she thought that she could understand things just by looking at me/that she should have known something was wrong. By the way, this is why it's important for people to actually communicate with words rather than looks. Both times, I explained to her that to my 10-year-old mind, this wasn't something that someone had done to me. It's something I had done. So it's not like I had an owie that I would tell on someone about. The scumbag who abused me made it clear to me that I was the problem, that it was my fault, and I BELIEVED HIM. Deep in my heart I believed him. And so I hid what had happened. To protect my parents. To protect myself from myself. Maybe she finally heard me, although I think that's probably asking too much. She seems to lose ground when I'm gone. Then we retread those painful steps again, only to lose ground yet again. It's frustrating and horrible.
So anyway... after five days of that special kind of purgatory, my wife arrived and we traveled to her family's house for a reunion of a sort. I should mention that my wife's mother is an alcoholic, and she caused all kind of chaos in my wife's childhood. She remains a wonderful person who sometimes struggles with substance abuse and dysfunction. (Don't we all.) On our first night with her family, I got terribly drunk with one of my brothers-in-law. Apparently, I tried to fight him, or tried to make him fight me. I can only barely recall. I was blackout drunk. I passed out in the yard. Threw up. Finally stumbled into bed, waking up the entire world in the process. And then I spent the next day with one of the worst hangovers in my life.
That was about a week ago. I've recovered physically. My wife is still mad. She feels like this is too similar to what happened 8 or 9 years ago in the year leading up to an affair I had. I know it's not. I know I'm in a different place in my life. Back then, I had yet to honestly look at the CSA from my childhood. In major ways, every day was a struggle.
But I'm still struggling today, too. This morning, I wrote my wife a text saying that sometimes I feel like home for me is still just a place to work up a good dose of self hatred. It's not a healthy pattern.
Anyway, that's where I am today. I have a therapy appointment scheduled. I've clearly got a lot to talk about, but on this roller coaster called life I'm really feeling the ups and downs. Today, anyway, the downs are giving me flashbacks.
Stay strong, everybody. Keep healing.
Bob
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