Confused.....
@hh, from the surviver's perspective I can say the fear of hurting the person we love is extremely! real, or at least it has been for me.
Even before I met my lady, I regularly suffered nightmares in which I was accused of sa, sometimes by a female friend, I felt as if any form of desire I had was dangerous, often I felt as if my hands were blades, as though I would cut anyone I touched. This is because for me,there was literally no way I could conceive of sexual love without a person being hurt. I always assumed, even when reading descriptions in books one partner was always giving up something at the expense of another, that "love" in marital terms was essentially a deeply seated friendship in which two people were alternatively willing to give the other pleasure.
I'll also say that society's massive emphasis on "men as dangerous predators" doesn't help this either, ---- indeed that was pretty major part in my own abuse, making me feel responsible.
when in july of 2015, I was forced by the pressure of my own feeling to admit what I felt for my lady, even though she was with someone else at the time, I straight off told her she was better off without me, that I couldn't share my life with her because I had no life to share. The one absolutely break down screaming panic attack I have had with my wife was when I thought I'd hurt her.
I still! am terrified of hurting her, it is the thing I fear most. I cannot understand why! she loves me, it is incomprehensible, indeed frequently she will get mildly exasperated with when respond to her telling me she loves me with a heart felt "thank you"
It is absolutely senseless to me that she loves me, I see nothing in myself that would justify this at all, indeed I can only put it down to divine grace.
The one thing I have managed to do is accept that my lady does! love me. I don't know how I know this, I can't even say it's a thing I know rationally, but against all conceivable odds she does, a fact I cannot deny anymore than I could deny the sky was blue, it's just something there, evident, real, not something that needs to be questioned, just something that is.
Even before I met my lady, I regularly suffered nightmares in which I was accused of sa, sometimes by a female friend, I felt as if any form of desire I had was dangerous, often I felt as if my hands were blades, as though I would cut anyone I touched. This is because for me,there was literally no way I could conceive of sexual love without a person being hurt. I always assumed, even when reading descriptions in books one partner was always giving up something at the expense of another, that "love" in marital terms was essentially a deeply seated friendship in which two people were alternatively willing to give the other pleasure.
I'll also say that society's massive emphasis on "men as dangerous predators" doesn't help this either, ---- indeed that was pretty major part in my own abuse, making me feel responsible.
when in july of 2015, I was forced by the pressure of my own feeling to admit what I felt for my lady, even though she was with someone else at the time, I straight off told her she was better off without me, that I couldn't share my life with her because I had no life to share. The one absolutely break down screaming panic attack I have had with my wife was when I thought I'd hurt her.
I still! am terrified of hurting her, it is the thing I fear most. I cannot understand why! she loves me, it is incomprehensible, indeed frequently she will get mildly exasperated with when respond to her telling me she loves me with a heart felt "thank you"
It is absolutely senseless to me that she loves me, I see nothing in myself that would justify this at all, indeed I can only put it down to divine grace.
The one thing I have managed to do is accept that my lady does! love me. I don't know how I know this, I can't even say it's a thing I know rationally, but against all conceivable odds she does, a fact I cannot deny anymore than I could deny the sky was blue, it's just something there, evident, real, not something that needs to be questioned, just something that is.

