Farm medic
Registrant
my wife and I have been married for just over three years and have been together 16 ½ years. I never knew that love could get richer and deeper over time until I met her. She is a brilliant healer. She is a CSA survivor. Our relationship has been adventurous as we are people who do what needs doing at risk and cost to ourselves. We responded to our individual traumas as we did. A broken healer and a crooked builder. When I signed onto the BSA CSA lawsuit, I didn’t realize that I would be reliving the experience multiple times a day in my mind for the next few years. A a couple of years I was pretty out of control with the stress of my trauma and the work I was doing. Therapy has been transformative internally but not so much between my wife and I. Early winter I told her about posting a thread on here about inappropriate thoughts about children and that it was a topic that I was wrestling with. She knew of my past not long after we met. She didn’t know details of my mental state. This upset her a great deal. She could no longer help me process this stuff because I triggered her trauma so hard.
I’ve always had a hard time comforting people, even on the ambulance. When confronted by a grieving person, I tend to freeze and get defensive. Between she and I, this lends to me unleashing anger.
Her childhood home was one of silence and her mother perpetually overwhelmed and on the couch with little contact with the outside world. Little was said. I grew up with loud people. My relatives got together and drank and told stories and argued about everything at full volume. We are noisy people. I am a noisy person. I bang clang my way thru life. I hurl myself at life. Often stupidly. She seeks reserve and solitude.
With my disclosure to her causing her such distress, she has been seeking a T in Ohio that would understand our situation and takes her insurance and it has gotten nowhere.
Our every interaction has become stilted and awkward. The long silence leads me to keep talking and unloading more unhelpful yammering into an already stressful situation. I feel like an alien, observing my life, laughing at my meager attempts to be helpful and utterly missing the mark.
Are there any words of wisdom that might help us?
I’ve always had a hard time comforting people, even on the ambulance. When confronted by a grieving person, I tend to freeze and get defensive. Between she and I, this lends to me unleashing anger.
Her childhood home was one of silence and her mother perpetually overwhelmed and on the couch with little contact with the outside world. Little was said. I grew up with loud people. My relatives got together and drank and told stories and argued about everything at full volume. We are noisy people. I am a noisy person. I bang clang my way thru life. I hurl myself at life. Often stupidly. She seeks reserve and solitude.
With my disclosure to her causing her such distress, she has been seeking a T in Ohio that would understand our situation and takes her insurance and it has gotten nowhere.
Our every interaction has become stilted and awkward. The long silence leads me to keep talking and unloading more unhelpful yammering into an already stressful situation. I feel like an alien, observing my life, laughing at my meager attempts to be helpful and utterly missing the mark.
Are there any words of wisdom that might help us?
