Need Support
Hello to all --
I'm having a rough spot this evening. Could tell my whole story but don't want to. I'm tired of explaining myself all the time. Not surprisingly, given a lifetime of trauma-stress, denial, etc. I still have a huge capacity for denial. Basically, I did everything else I could to get healthy before I allowed myself to actually consider that maybe I really had been abused by my dad. Once I did, which was really just a matter of telling someone and leetng the pieces fall into place, it was like I had been freed from prison, etc.
My father apparently has no idea what I am talking about. At the time when this happened, he was a drinking a huge amount, and may have symptoms of a personality disorder, but the little kid in me just can't believe he either doesn't know what I'm talking about or is lying. And as far as the latter goes, I cut him off a few weeks ago and he wrote me an email saying he wanted to talk and was worried about me. When I responded, I told him I needed some space to sort out my memories and that he needed to respect my boundaries. He forwarded this to my mother and said he had no idea what I was talking about. I feel so fucking lost because I don't believe he is lying exactly, but as a grown man who has spent his whole life being hypervigilant to never get so inebriated he crosses other people's boundaries inappropriately, it is almost impossible for me to believe he doesn't remember, and yet I wonder if he doesn't. I've never really blacked-out from drinking because it is too scary for me. Is it possible he actually does not remember and has no clue? And if so, how the hell can life be so f*ing nuts? Sigh. I'm doing very well and while denial seems really appealing sometimes, I know it doesn't work. If anyone has any words of wisdom or advice, I will be very grateful. Thanks. I hope everyone is finding some peace tonight. Love to each.
I'm having a rough spot this evening. Could tell my whole story but don't want to. I'm tired of explaining myself all the time. Not surprisingly, given a lifetime of trauma-stress, denial, etc. I still have a huge capacity for denial. Basically, I did everything else I could to get healthy before I allowed myself to actually consider that maybe I really had been abused by my dad. Once I did, which was really just a matter of telling someone and leetng the pieces fall into place, it was like I had been freed from prison, etc.
My father apparently has no idea what I am talking about. At the time when this happened, he was a drinking a huge amount, and may have symptoms of a personality disorder, but the little kid in me just can't believe he either doesn't know what I'm talking about or is lying. And as far as the latter goes, I cut him off a few weeks ago and he wrote me an email saying he wanted to talk and was worried about me. When I responded, I told him I needed some space to sort out my memories and that he needed to respect my boundaries. He forwarded this to my mother and said he had no idea what I was talking about. I feel so fucking lost because I don't believe he is lying exactly, but as a grown man who has spent his whole life being hypervigilant to never get so inebriated he crosses other people's boundaries inappropriately, it is almost impossible for me to believe he doesn't remember, and yet I wonder if he doesn't. I've never really blacked-out from drinking because it is too scary for me. Is it possible he actually does not remember and has no clue? And if so, how the hell can life be so f*ing nuts? Sigh. I'm doing very well and while denial seems really appealing sometimes, I know it doesn't work. If anyone has any words of wisdom or advice, I will be very grateful. Thanks. I hope everyone is finding some peace tonight. Love to each.