I've lost my identity
Adam Robbins
Registrant
I feel so incredibly lost right now. With everything happening between my wife and I and the realization/revelation of my own sexual abuse, I don't know who I am. I haven't known myself for a very very long time. I held onto the secret I had about my cousin and I for 28 years. Yes, my wife knew about a portion of the experience, but the full truth has been locked away.
So now, I'm searching. Trying to find a foothold to latch onto of anything resembling who I think I really am. I ended up telling my three closest friends about the abuse today, and it feels like this weight has been lifted even further off of my shoulders. So now my wife, my mother, and my three closest friends from high school know. So I asked them, 'Am I this goofy wierdo that I've come to know or is that the product of the trauma.'
Of course, they're very validating because they're my bros. My mom is supportive because she's my mom. My wife sees the potential for good in me, but at the same time, her trauma about what I've done to her is new and that's at the forefront of what we're working on together.
But what do I think? I think I'm this bundle of nerves that's done any and everything to avoid hearing the truth for 28 years.
I was sexually abused by my cousin. She may not have known what she was doing at the times and maybe she was trying to deal with her own trauma that she was going through, but the fact remains that yes, it was sexual abuse. I may have given into my "curiosities about girls," but the fact remains that it should have never happened.
The only person I blame is Christopher Ramirez. My ex-uncle. My cousin's step-dad. He was in prison for 17 years for what he did to my cousin and a few weeks after he got released, he had a stroke and can no longer use his legs.
Pardon my language, but that's fucking karma.
But that still doesn't help me. That still doesn't shake this feeling of utter lostness.
The greatest feeling I do have is the validation that, even after only a few weeks after realizing I was abused and a month after my wife's discovery day, my wife told me this:
"Thank you for sharing and being so open, I hear that you're feeling lost and hopeless, while that's scary, terrifying actually, I think it's a good place to start.
Look at yourself! Really look! The fact that in the past whenever there were unsavory feelings or emotions they were ignored or bottled up immediately.
You didnt sit there in the discomfort, you didn't try to digest any of your feelings.
This in itself is showing me the minute changes that are starting to form. You're actually trying to confront the pain and the unknown. It shows me you are genuinely committed to growing into someone! You're not a coward running off to your coping mechanism that you grew to rely on. You're actually being vulnerable with me and thats an incredible feat all on its own. So hopefully as you continue to digest all these mixed feelings, you're able to find out who you are."
Her being able to recognize the cognitive changes I'm going through is the biggest validation. And maybe, just maybe, we can come back together and actually get to know each other the right way. No porn to run away to. No secrets holding me back. Just pure me and pure her.
That gives me hope, but I know I shouldn't hold onto that because our next chapter may be Christmases together with separate families. Whichever future ends up letting her be happiest is the future I want.
I just want to be a person I don't wake up hating every morning.
So now, I'm searching. Trying to find a foothold to latch onto of anything resembling who I think I really am. I ended up telling my three closest friends about the abuse today, and it feels like this weight has been lifted even further off of my shoulders. So now my wife, my mother, and my three closest friends from high school know. So I asked them, 'Am I this goofy wierdo that I've come to know or is that the product of the trauma.'
Of course, they're very validating because they're my bros. My mom is supportive because she's my mom. My wife sees the potential for good in me, but at the same time, her trauma about what I've done to her is new and that's at the forefront of what we're working on together.
But what do I think? I think I'm this bundle of nerves that's done any and everything to avoid hearing the truth for 28 years.
I was sexually abused by my cousin. She may not have known what she was doing at the times and maybe she was trying to deal with her own trauma that she was going through, but the fact remains that yes, it was sexual abuse. I may have given into my "curiosities about girls," but the fact remains that it should have never happened.
The only person I blame is Christopher Ramirez. My ex-uncle. My cousin's step-dad. He was in prison for 17 years for what he did to my cousin and a few weeks after he got released, he had a stroke and can no longer use his legs.
Pardon my language, but that's fucking karma.
But that still doesn't help me. That still doesn't shake this feeling of utter lostness.
The greatest feeling I do have is the validation that, even after only a few weeks after realizing I was abused and a month after my wife's discovery day, my wife told me this:
"Thank you for sharing and being so open, I hear that you're feeling lost and hopeless, while that's scary, terrifying actually, I think it's a good place to start.
Look at yourself! Really look! The fact that in the past whenever there were unsavory feelings or emotions they were ignored or bottled up immediately.
You didnt sit there in the discomfort, you didn't try to digest any of your feelings.
This in itself is showing me the minute changes that are starting to form. You're actually trying to confront the pain and the unknown. It shows me you are genuinely committed to growing into someone! You're not a coward running off to your coping mechanism that you grew to rely on. You're actually being vulnerable with me and thats an incredible feat all on its own. So hopefully as you continue to digest all these mixed feelings, you're able to find out who you are."
Her being able to recognize the cognitive changes I'm going through is the biggest validation. And maybe, just maybe, we can come back together and actually get to know each other the right way. No porn to run away to. No secrets holding me back. Just pure me and pure her.
That gives me hope, but I know I shouldn't hold onto that because our next chapter may be Christmases together with separate families. Whichever future ends up letting her be happiest is the future I want.
I just want to be a person I don't wake up hating every morning.