Making Friends - or not
Youngtrumpet
Registrant
I don't think I can make friends. Real friends. The type that enjoy being around each other at all times. The type where you are comfortable together in all situations. The only time I had a friend like that was in my early tween years. My best friend and our associated friendships were the greatest thing in the world. And all too soon that situation turned south. One night I ended up in a place where I was being forced to perform unspeakable sexual acts with my best friend. Acts in which I was certain one of us wouldn't be alive the next morning. That is a story I might be able to share in the future but it all too difficult to face even privately. The series of events ended up with our close friend group being totally disbanded, separated, abandoned.
As usual I blame everything that goes wrong in my life to my CSA and complex PTSD. And so it goes with my inability to make and keep real friends. I am realizing that I place myself in situations where I do things for people and in return I am appreciated. I am also a workaholic because people appreciate workaholics. But I am also finding out that doesn't create friendships. Not like the ones I had when I was 10, 11 or 12. I am also realizing that I use my wife as my connection for a social life. She has the friends and I tag along. If it weren't for her (and family members who I think are obligated to include me in events), I don't think I would have any social life.
My wife says I push people away. She may be right. She usually is. Until recently I was afraid of men. I found it hard to be in a group of men and certainly was afraid of being in a situation where it was one man and myself. I wouldn't even be able to ride in a car with another man alone. I am breaking out of that bondage. Through therapy I am making the connections with how those were triggers to past abusive situations. I have learned to access my adult side and not let the child side of me heighten my fears.
But coming out of this I realize I don't know how to make friends much less be a friend. I don't know the rules. I don't know how to play the game. Acquaintances are easy. Helping others and receiving appreciation is nice. But I would like to go back to when I was 8 or 9 and have those types of friends. The ones where we didn't worry about unspeakable acts. We had an innocence that made us excited for life and new experiences.
Does anyone else find this difficult or know how to overcome this?
As usual I blame everything that goes wrong in my life to my CSA and complex PTSD. And so it goes with my inability to make and keep real friends. I am realizing that I place myself in situations where I do things for people and in return I am appreciated. I am also a workaholic because people appreciate workaholics. But I am also finding out that doesn't create friendships. Not like the ones I had when I was 10, 11 or 12. I am also realizing that I use my wife as my connection for a social life. She has the friends and I tag along. If it weren't for her (and family members who I think are obligated to include me in events), I don't think I would have any social life.
My wife says I push people away. She may be right. She usually is. Until recently I was afraid of men. I found it hard to be in a group of men and certainly was afraid of being in a situation where it was one man and myself. I wouldn't even be able to ride in a car with another man alone. I am breaking out of that bondage. Through therapy I am making the connections with how those were triggers to past abusive situations. I have learned to access my adult side and not let the child side of me heighten my fears.
But coming out of this I realize I don't know how to make friends much less be a friend. I don't know the rules. I don't know how to play the game. Acquaintances are easy. Helping others and receiving appreciation is nice. But I would like to go back to when I was 8 or 9 and have those types of friends. The ones where we didn't worry about unspeakable acts. We had an innocence that made us excited for life and new experiences.
Does anyone else find this difficult or know how to overcome this?


