my relationship guide
greenwizard
Registrant
I shared a little of my relationship in another topic, and was told it was inspiring. I'm thinking and hoping that maybe if I go into some more detail here it might help some of you. I know every person and relationship is different, but here is how it worked for me.
Believe me, I have never had that much luck in the dating scene before. But after the whole mess happened my mental state got worse, and my few friends noticed. They got together and decided what I needed to cheer me up was a woman. My best friend since like the 5th grade knew this really nice woman and decided to fix us up. Lucky for me he warned her beforehand that I am a bit socially awkward. After the incident my social anxiety around women got even worse, so you can imagine how much fun a blind date was for me. But she was really nice and patient, and even said at the end of the date that even though I was a bundle of nerves all night I seemed cool and she wanted to see me again. Having a relationship was a scary concept, but you know what they say, no risk equals no reward. I decided to give her a chance because I had a little talk with myself and realized that just because one woman pulled what she did didn't mean all women would do such a thing.
Fast forward a month. Things were going okay. We hadn't had sex yet, much to her frustration I think. Between the two of us I am the cook, but she decided to invite me to her place for dinner. After we ate she invited me to her couch to watch some TV. I was beginning to start to be comfortable with her, so I didn't see much harm in that. But then she started making very strong sexual advances. I had a full blown panic attack. She realized what was going on and asked me what the hell.
Now, by that point I was pretty disillusioned with the world. I had told some people what happened, and got very frustrating responses. I've been told awesome you scored! I've been told to chill out, it's okay to have some one night stand regret, but it is not okay to make up stories. I even got told by one guy it was pretty low of me to accuse the poor woman of something so horrible because the sex was bad. But I had this woman who seemed really nice wanting to know what was going on. I thought it was likely I'd get more of the same, and she might even break up with me over it, but what the hell. If I stayed silent she might've broken up with me anyway because I was sexually rejecting her. So, I told her. She believed me. My jaw hit the floor as she started apologizing for triggering me. Then we had a little conversation about it. She asked what she could do to make things easier for me so she didn't trigger me again. I told her that for one thing, ask permission before she touched me. At that point I needed to be in control over physical contact. It sounds completely crazy, but she started doing it. Sometimes like when watching TV she would touch me without thinking about it. To fix that she came up with the use of a safe word. It can be used at any time for any reason that I feel uncomfortable. It was a good idea because it gives me a sense of power over things. I can let small things go like her touching my thigh without thinking about it because I know I have the power to end it. It did take some testing on my part, and full cooperation on her part for it to work.
Jump to three months later. Her landlord decided to up her rent and she couldn't afford it anymore. She started looking for another place she could afford, but she couldn't find a place that would allow her dog. My landlord would allow her dog, so the topic of her moving in with me came up. That is a big step for anyone. I was okay having her over for a few hours in the evening, but really, to have her here all the time? I did a lot of thinking about it. For three months this woman had been putting up with my craziness, and even though she didn't always know how, she had always tried to help. And then there she was in need of help. I came to the conclusion that a good relationship is about give and take, and if I had an opportunity to help her I probably should.
It was not easy. At first I had her move into the second bedroom. She kept putting up with my craziness to make things as smooth as possible. It required a lot of open communication. Then eventually I let her move into my bedroom with me.
The long and the short of this is that we both work hard to make things go as well as they do. She really tries, and even when her efforts don't really make me feel better, I acknowledge that she tried and I thank her for it. I have had to really push the boundaries of my comfort zone at times. Because she has been nothing but supportive I find it worth it. She then shows appreciation because she knows it's not easy.
Sometimes it would probably be easier for me to clam up and push her away, but I don't. I can't always find the words to express how I'm feeling, but I try. I figure that if she can put so much effort into me, then the least I can do is be open with her. Again, not always comfortable, but days like yesterday... I really needed a little TLC yesterday, and she gave it to me. Over the last 18 months she has proven time and time again that she is in my corner no matter what. That means a lot to me.
Believe me, I have never had that much luck in the dating scene before. But after the whole mess happened my mental state got worse, and my few friends noticed. They got together and decided what I needed to cheer me up was a woman. My best friend since like the 5th grade knew this really nice woman and decided to fix us up. Lucky for me he warned her beforehand that I am a bit socially awkward. After the incident my social anxiety around women got even worse, so you can imagine how much fun a blind date was for me. But she was really nice and patient, and even said at the end of the date that even though I was a bundle of nerves all night I seemed cool and she wanted to see me again. Having a relationship was a scary concept, but you know what they say, no risk equals no reward. I decided to give her a chance because I had a little talk with myself and realized that just because one woman pulled what she did didn't mean all women would do such a thing.
Fast forward a month. Things were going okay. We hadn't had sex yet, much to her frustration I think. Between the two of us I am the cook, but she decided to invite me to her place for dinner. After we ate she invited me to her couch to watch some TV. I was beginning to start to be comfortable with her, so I didn't see much harm in that. But then she started making very strong sexual advances. I had a full blown panic attack. She realized what was going on and asked me what the hell.
Now, by that point I was pretty disillusioned with the world. I had told some people what happened, and got very frustrating responses. I've been told awesome you scored! I've been told to chill out, it's okay to have some one night stand regret, but it is not okay to make up stories. I even got told by one guy it was pretty low of me to accuse the poor woman of something so horrible because the sex was bad. But I had this woman who seemed really nice wanting to know what was going on. I thought it was likely I'd get more of the same, and she might even break up with me over it, but what the hell. If I stayed silent she might've broken up with me anyway because I was sexually rejecting her. So, I told her. She believed me. My jaw hit the floor as she started apologizing for triggering me. Then we had a little conversation about it. She asked what she could do to make things easier for me so she didn't trigger me again. I told her that for one thing, ask permission before she touched me. At that point I needed to be in control over physical contact. It sounds completely crazy, but she started doing it. Sometimes like when watching TV she would touch me without thinking about it. To fix that she came up with the use of a safe word. It can be used at any time for any reason that I feel uncomfortable. It was a good idea because it gives me a sense of power over things. I can let small things go like her touching my thigh without thinking about it because I know I have the power to end it. It did take some testing on my part, and full cooperation on her part for it to work.
Jump to three months later. Her landlord decided to up her rent and she couldn't afford it anymore. She started looking for another place she could afford, but she couldn't find a place that would allow her dog. My landlord would allow her dog, so the topic of her moving in with me came up. That is a big step for anyone. I was okay having her over for a few hours in the evening, but really, to have her here all the time? I did a lot of thinking about it. For three months this woman had been putting up with my craziness, and even though she didn't always know how, she had always tried to help. And then there she was in need of help. I came to the conclusion that a good relationship is about give and take, and if I had an opportunity to help her I probably should.
It was not easy. At first I had her move into the second bedroom. She kept putting up with my craziness to make things as smooth as possible. It required a lot of open communication. Then eventually I let her move into my bedroom with me.
The long and the short of this is that we both work hard to make things go as well as they do. She really tries, and even when her efforts don't really make me feel better, I acknowledge that she tried and I thank her for it. I have had to really push the boundaries of my comfort zone at times. Because she has been nothing but supportive I find it worth it. She then shows appreciation because she knows it's not easy.
Sometimes it would probably be easier for me to clam up and push her away, but I don't. I can't always find the words to express how I'm feeling, but I try. I figure that if she can put so much effort into me, then the least I can do is be open with her. Again, not always comfortable, but days like yesterday... I really needed a little TLC yesterday, and she gave it to me. Over the last 18 months she has proven time and time again that she is in my corner no matter what. That means a lot to me.