Leading a horse to water
Hi everyone,
I posted last fall - was looking to add to that post, but couldn't find it, so I'll start again.
A little over two years ago, my husband of 16 years told me about his CSA with a hockey coach that happened when he was in grade school. He told me, told his brothers/sisters and mother, and one friend. All of us responded as you would expect - with great sadness with what happened, and with loving arms. His revelation actually gave an answer for alot of the odd behaviours he has shown in the past years.
Our oldest daughter is 7, and he told me that the abuse really began to bother him when I was pregnant with her. So that is at least 8 years that he has admitted to trying to keep this down. Anyways, there are plenty of reasons that I think this isn't quite true - I think it has been boiling since the day we met, it just started getting ugly when I was pregnant. Since his admission though, things have gone from bad to worse to unbearable. I am rambling, I am sorry. He has gone through several significant health issues, and has been very relucantant to get treatment. All of which have a significant impact on me and the kids. The most recent "incident" was a car accident just before Christmas. He suffered a fractured vertebrae - yet didn't see a dr for about three weeks - claimed it was Christmas, etc etc... but how could you go for three weeks with a broken back? The past six months have been torture. Not only has his back caused him unbearable physical pain, but his emotions have plummeted to a new all-time low. He was recently declined for life insurance too - we don't know why yet because he hasn't been to the dr's to get the report, but this is not good news. I am assuming it is because his liver enzymes are a mess due to his drinking. Every time I think I have seen the worse and that things can only get better, I am mistaken. I feel like I could spew out an entire novel, so much has gone on.
I am really at my wits ends -- I think I REALLY am at the end this time around. We have four kids, including one baby, and it has been extrememly trying on me. I am exhausted. I am exhausted with the general dealings of raising kids, but piled on top of that is the desperation that I am feeling that our situation will not improve at any point soon. I hope I don't sound like a miserable person. I really am not. I have held up so much for so long, and am SOOOOOOO freakin frustrated by the fact that he will not seek professional help to deal with this. Heck, if he'd visit this site he'd be miles ahead of where he is now. I actually posted a few times in the fall, then he asked me to promise to not visit here anymore as he was going to start posting and reaching out, so I never came back. But things are bad. I need to be back.
Sheldon Kennedy was recently in town promoting his new book, Why I Didn't Tell, I think it is called, so this subject was in the news around here and that was not easy. I know I cannot ever really understand, but I really do struggle with why he didn't talk to anybody sooner. I think 30 years is plenty of time to have kept this bottled inside. To me it seems like he is happier (not the right word) with staying in this state and not talking to anybody than he is to just taking the bull by the horns and taking that first step forward. I could just scream with frustration.
I am losing my ability to be a good supporter. I am sorry. I have spewed this out and haven't proof read it. I just needed to vent. I need to know if it is possible to make a horse drink... any suggestions on how to get him beyond wallowing in misery would be most welcome. Thank you -- I need to recharge my compassion batteries.
I posted last fall - was looking to add to that post, but couldn't find it, so I'll start again.
A little over two years ago, my husband of 16 years told me about his CSA with a hockey coach that happened when he was in grade school. He told me, told his brothers/sisters and mother, and one friend. All of us responded as you would expect - with great sadness with what happened, and with loving arms. His revelation actually gave an answer for alot of the odd behaviours he has shown in the past years.
Our oldest daughter is 7, and he told me that the abuse really began to bother him when I was pregnant with her. So that is at least 8 years that he has admitted to trying to keep this down. Anyways, there are plenty of reasons that I think this isn't quite true - I think it has been boiling since the day we met, it just started getting ugly when I was pregnant. Since his admission though, things have gone from bad to worse to unbearable. I am rambling, I am sorry. He has gone through several significant health issues, and has been very relucantant to get treatment. All of which have a significant impact on me and the kids. The most recent "incident" was a car accident just before Christmas. He suffered a fractured vertebrae - yet didn't see a dr for about three weeks - claimed it was Christmas, etc etc... but how could you go for three weeks with a broken back? The past six months have been torture. Not only has his back caused him unbearable physical pain, but his emotions have plummeted to a new all-time low. He was recently declined for life insurance too - we don't know why yet because he hasn't been to the dr's to get the report, but this is not good news. I am assuming it is because his liver enzymes are a mess due to his drinking. Every time I think I have seen the worse and that things can only get better, I am mistaken. I feel like I could spew out an entire novel, so much has gone on.
I am really at my wits ends -- I think I REALLY am at the end this time around. We have four kids, including one baby, and it has been extrememly trying on me. I am exhausted. I am exhausted with the general dealings of raising kids, but piled on top of that is the desperation that I am feeling that our situation will not improve at any point soon. I hope I don't sound like a miserable person. I really am not. I have held up so much for so long, and am SOOOOOOO freakin frustrated by the fact that he will not seek professional help to deal with this. Heck, if he'd visit this site he'd be miles ahead of where he is now. I actually posted a few times in the fall, then he asked me to promise to not visit here anymore as he was going to start posting and reaching out, so I never came back. But things are bad. I need to be back.
Sheldon Kennedy was recently in town promoting his new book, Why I Didn't Tell, I think it is called, so this subject was in the news around here and that was not easy. I know I cannot ever really understand, but I really do struggle with why he didn't talk to anybody sooner. I think 30 years is plenty of time to have kept this bottled inside. To me it seems like he is happier (not the right word) with staying in this state and not talking to anybody than he is to just taking the bull by the horns and taking that first step forward. I could just scream with frustration.
I am losing my ability to be a good supporter. I am sorry. I have spewed this out and haven't proof read it. I just needed to vent. I need to know if it is possible to make a horse drink... any suggestions on how to get him beyond wallowing in misery would be most welcome. Thank you -- I need to recharge my compassion batteries.