new to all of this...
I jumped in and read some postings of awhile ago, and felt like I'd just walked into a party already in progress. So I will begin a new thread, if you don't mind, and reach out to you all to help me make some sense of this.
My husband of 2 1/2 years became aware of his abuse while we were on our honeymoon, on a cruise ship, sailing across the Caribbean Sea. His memories were supressed, and there as we sailed along, he remembered. He continues to remember, more and more. It's such a frightening experience for the both of us as he recounts an incident. So horrendous and frightful, the memory comes alive to him and I at the same time understand that in the end, he survived, for he is right here beside me. We tried counseling for a while, and the counselor varified that repressed memories are crystal clear as they resurface. She taught us some techniques to understanding and dealing with these memories, to try to heal by reexperiencing and allowing him to respond to the emotions that he was forced to suppress at the time. But there are so so so many incidents... His first honest recollection must have occurred before he was 2 years old.
I want to place blame. I want him to be vindicated and understood. I want answers as to how this could happen to his mother's baby, her son, her growing boy until he was old enough to fight back and make it difficult for all involved. It is his secret, our secret. The effects are deep, severe, life altering. He guards it defensively. I understand his fears, but I have a sense that the guard keeps him from healing.
And I am afraid that if he doesn't begin to heal, he'll cave in from the weight of it all.
My husband of 2 1/2 years became aware of his abuse while we were on our honeymoon, on a cruise ship, sailing across the Caribbean Sea. His memories were supressed, and there as we sailed along, he remembered. He continues to remember, more and more. It's such a frightening experience for the both of us as he recounts an incident. So horrendous and frightful, the memory comes alive to him and I at the same time understand that in the end, he survived, for he is right here beside me. We tried counseling for a while, and the counselor varified that repressed memories are crystal clear as they resurface. She taught us some techniques to understanding and dealing with these memories, to try to heal by reexperiencing and allowing him to respond to the emotions that he was forced to suppress at the time. But there are so so so many incidents... His first honest recollection must have occurred before he was 2 years old.
I want to place blame. I want him to be vindicated and understood. I want answers as to how this could happen to his mother's baby, her son, her growing boy until he was old enough to fight back and make it difficult for all involved. It is his secret, our secret. The effects are deep, severe, life altering. He guards it defensively. I understand his fears, but I have a sense that the guard keeps him from healing.
And I am afraid that if he doesn't begin to heal, he'll cave in from the weight of it all.