Nightmares: starting recovery
SUPPORTGIRL
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Fellas and ladies:
Firstly, you are all so wonderful. I found this site today and I am in awe of you all for having had the initiative and courage to get together on these issues. I thought I'd approach this site as one of the only partners of a survivor, but I am touched and pleased to see so many wives and girlfriends and fiancees out there.
I hope there is some kinship out there for the topic I'm addressing here:
My love, my husband, my angel... after over 20 years, is taking the first steps towards getting professional help. To tell the story in reverse, over the past few months, his nightmares have gotten so unbearable that sleep (for both of us) is an occasional thing. We've both done our share of internet research on this (perhaps myself more than him), and have found information relating to night terrors, PTSD, and nightmares relative to PTSD. Last week I was able to locate a study online which consists of a number of interviews from male survivors. I printed it out for him: the quotes from each survivor were brief, but I believed that many of the comments would resound for him - perhaps validate for him -feelings that I either knew or suspected he'd had. We discussed some of the comments together, but every day I look in our study and the document sits there.
I've known about his SA since 1998: we met in 1985 and fell in love (really) when he was 12 and I was 10, and over the years, kept "finding" each other again. In 1998, he emailed me from his overseas duty station (we had neither seen nor spoken to each other in 5 years). He was a Marine, and in his 5-page letter to me he was seeking some resolution to issues about the (first and only) night we spend together 5 years prior. He hadn't orgasmed, and wanted me to know it wasn't me, just that he never orgasmed during intercourse. He went on to tell me about his daughter and wife, and writing poetry and finishing up his degrees, and finding Buddhism. It was all wonderful, but I felt somehow that he was sad and isolated. Over the next few weeks we emailed back and forth, and he admitted that his marriage was failing and he was feeling emotionally lost. I asked him to call me, and when he did, one of the first things that spilled out of this man that I hadn't seen in over five years was that he was abused as a child. He had only told one other person. I immediately told him I was so sorry that he had that experience, but that I was glad he told me, and that I would be there for him if he ever wanted to talk about it.
We continue writing back and forth, his wife leaves him and returns, only to agree to cohabitate for the sake of their daughter, and to fast forward several months, he visits home (and me). By now, we've committed our eternal love for each other but still have no idea what's to come sexually or how we'll figure out our future, being 7,000 miles away from each other. There was a great buildup to our first sexual encounter: he was afraid that he wouldn't orgasm again, and he wanted to with me. I reassured him that it would be OK either way, but that I was sure I knew what he needed (trust). Our first night together, he did on our second try, and he has always been able to ever since.
*a footnote about the above: when he told his wife what had happened to him, she told him that it was disgusting and that she didn't understand. That things like that don't happen in her culture. Over the years that she's tried to blame him for their breakup and wrack the guilt on him about "leaving" her, I try to remind him that this lack of support on her part is her own fault, and not his.
I knew that his O issue was related to his SA. I also knew that his insecurities were due to it, and moments throughout his life when he's been seen as a "fuckup" were really just him doing the best he could to cope with how he felt. He started having flashbacks in 1996, following the birth of his daughter. But his nightmares gradually replaced his daytime thoughts, and today the nightmares are unmanageable.
We resolved our logistical problem: I moved to Asia to be with him in 1999, and we remain here so he can be a doting father. We married four months ago. The man I have loved all my life is now my precious husband. We should be happier than ever before...
Over these past five years, I have done him a terrible wrong: I thought that our just being together, and my being loving and understanding and supportive would help him get past his SA. How irresponsible of me, I now find: I should have encouraged or suggested or insisted that he go for professional help long ago, before he would be tortured for months by his nightmares. I truly believe his nightmares are a form of torture for him, and all I can do is lie awake and rub his chest and tell him, "I'm here with you" while he dreams. Sometimes I ask him to find me in his dreams so he'll know he's safe. Other times, I just wake him up, holding him. He is so afraid.
I told him earlier this week of the feelings I had, that I was being irresponsible to him. I asked if we could visit the doctor together. That perhaps we could go to counseling, or if he didn't feel ready to talk to someone, that at least a doctor could prescribe him something to help him sleep, or stay calm in the daytime. He was noncommittal about it, but in agreeance.
We went to the our family practicioner yesterday. Of course, he needed some details before he could put in a referral to a psychologist or psychiatrist. I stayed in the room with him, promising to say nothing but just be there for him. I watched as my beloved husband gave the "facts" about his nightmares, his SA (no details, but the who, what, where, when), and his present condition. My heart shattered. The doctor was kind enough to conclude his exam with, "I am quite sure you are suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I will be able to take this information and refer you to someone in mental health. I am sorry you had this experience, but I'm glad you decided to get help." Even amidst his agony, I could not have been prouder of my husband.
Today I was like Shirley MacLaine in Terms of Endearment ("Give my daughter the SHOT!!!!!!!"). I called both clinics to ensure he was getting his consult in, getting an appointment scheduled, that the doctor from mental health was calling him. I want him to be able to have some solace as soon as possible. Our doctor gave him a prescription to "prevent him from dreaming for a week". I had no idea such a drug existed!!!!!
I suppose, in conclusion, we've both been focusing so much on the problem being his nightmares, that we failed to (I failed to) realize that he needs to address his SA to get past it. I believe his nightmares have been coming in greater intensity and frequency because his body and mind are screaming out to him, "HEY! Just because 'life' is peachy now doesn't mean you can just forget this ever happened!" I believe his psyche is trying to force him to confront it, before it kills him.
I know the counseling is going to be very difficult for him. I will be there, holding his hand silently, if he'll let me. But I wonder if anyone else has had nightmares so intensely, and I wonder if anyone can give me an idea of what we can expect. I know he feels like as soon as he starts talking he's going to just explode, and I know he's already starting to realize how angry he is at his parents for not noticing he was being hurt, but I really don't know where we're going to go from here.
Can anyone give me some words of encouragement, or expectations, or perhaps even just some words I can show him from another survivor that might make him feel stronger and better braced for what's to come?
Much love to you all for being there.
Firstly, you are all so wonderful. I found this site today and I am in awe of you all for having had the initiative and courage to get together on these issues. I thought I'd approach this site as one of the only partners of a survivor, but I am touched and pleased to see so many wives and girlfriends and fiancees out there.
I hope there is some kinship out there for the topic I'm addressing here:
My love, my husband, my angel... after over 20 years, is taking the first steps towards getting professional help. To tell the story in reverse, over the past few months, his nightmares have gotten so unbearable that sleep (for both of us) is an occasional thing. We've both done our share of internet research on this (perhaps myself more than him), and have found information relating to night terrors, PTSD, and nightmares relative to PTSD. Last week I was able to locate a study online which consists of a number of interviews from male survivors. I printed it out for him: the quotes from each survivor were brief, but I believed that many of the comments would resound for him - perhaps validate for him -feelings that I either knew or suspected he'd had. We discussed some of the comments together, but every day I look in our study and the document sits there.
I've known about his SA since 1998: we met in 1985 and fell in love (really) when he was 12 and I was 10, and over the years, kept "finding" each other again. In 1998, he emailed me from his overseas duty station (we had neither seen nor spoken to each other in 5 years). He was a Marine, and in his 5-page letter to me he was seeking some resolution to issues about the (first and only) night we spend together 5 years prior. He hadn't orgasmed, and wanted me to know it wasn't me, just that he never orgasmed during intercourse. He went on to tell me about his daughter and wife, and writing poetry and finishing up his degrees, and finding Buddhism. It was all wonderful, but I felt somehow that he was sad and isolated. Over the next few weeks we emailed back and forth, and he admitted that his marriage was failing and he was feeling emotionally lost. I asked him to call me, and when he did, one of the first things that spilled out of this man that I hadn't seen in over five years was that he was abused as a child. He had only told one other person. I immediately told him I was so sorry that he had that experience, but that I was glad he told me, and that I would be there for him if he ever wanted to talk about it.
We continue writing back and forth, his wife leaves him and returns, only to agree to cohabitate for the sake of their daughter, and to fast forward several months, he visits home (and me). By now, we've committed our eternal love for each other but still have no idea what's to come sexually or how we'll figure out our future, being 7,000 miles away from each other. There was a great buildup to our first sexual encounter: he was afraid that he wouldn't orgasm again, and he wanted to with me. I reassured him that it would be OK either way, but that I was sure I knew what he needed (trust). Our first night together, he did on our second try, and he has always been able to ever since.
*a footnote about the above: when he told his wife what had happened to him, she told him that it was disgusting and that she didn't understand. That things like that don't happen in her culture. Over the years that she's tried to blame him for their breakup and wrack the guilt on him about "leaving" her, I try to remind him that this lack of support on her part is her own fault, and not his.
I knew that his O issue was related to his SA. I also knew that his insecurities were due to it, and moments throughout his life when he's been seen as a "fuckup" were really just him doing the best he could to cope with how he felt. He started having flashbacks in 1996, following the birth of his daughter. But his nightmares gradually replaced his daytime thoughts, and today the nightmares are unmanageable.
We resolved our logistical problem: I moved to Asia to be with him in 1999, and we remain here so he can be a doting father. We married four months ago. The man I have loved all my life is now my precious husband. We should be happier than ever before...
Over these past five years, I have done him a terrible wrong: I thought that our just being together, and my being loving and understanding and supportive would help him get past his SA. How irresponsible of me, I now find: I should have encouraged or suggested or insisted that he go for professional help long ago, before he would be tortured for months by his nightmares. I truly believe his nightmares are a form of torture for him, and all I can do is lie awake and rub his chest and tell him, "I'm here with you" while he dreams. Sometimes I ask him to find me in his dreams so he'll know he's safe. Other times, I just wake him up, holding him. He is so afraid.
I told him earlier this week of the feelings I had, that I was being irresponsible to him. I asked if we could visit the doctor together. That perhaps we could go to counseling, or if he didn't feel ready to talk to someone, that at least a doctor could prescribe him something to help him sleep, or stay calm in the daytime. He was noncommittal about it, but in agreeance.
We went to the our family practicioner yesterday. Of course, he needed some details before he could put in a referral to a psychologist or psychiatrist. I stayed in the room with him, promising to say nothing but just be there for him. I watched as my beloved husband gave the "facts" about his nightmares, his SA (no details, but the who, what, where, when), and his present condition. My heart shattered. The doctor was kind enough to conclude his exam with, "I am quite sure you are suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I will be able to take this information and refer you to someone in mental health. I am sorry you had this experience, but I'm glad you decided to get help." Even amidst his agony, I could not have been prouder of my husband.
Today I was like Shirley MacLaine in Terms of Endearment ("Give my daughter the SHOT!!!!!!!"). I called both clinics to ensure he was getting his consult in, getting an appointment scheduled, that the doctor from mental health was calling him. I want him to be able to have some solace as soon as possible. Our doctor gave him a prescription to "prevent him from dreaming for a week". I had no idea such a drug existed!!!!!
I suppose, in conclusion, we've both been focusing so much on the problem being his nightmares, that we failed to (I failed to) realize that he needs to address his SA to get past it. I believe his nightmares have been coming in greater intensity and frequency because his body and mind are screaming out to him, "HEY! Just because 'life' is peachy now doesn't mean you can just forget this ever happened!" I believe his psyche is trying to force him to confront it, before it kills him.
I know the counseling is going to be very difficult for him. I will be there, holding his hand silently, if he'll let me. But I wonder if anyone else has had nightmares so intensely, and I wonder if anyone can give me an idea of what we can expect. I know he feels like as soon as he starts talking he's going to just explode, and I know he's already starting to realize how angry he is at his parents for not noticing he was being hurt, but I really don't know where we're going to go from here.
Can anyone give me some words of encouragement, or expectations, or perhaps even just some words I can show him from another survivor that might make him feel stronger and better braced for what's to come?
Much love to you all for being there.