Rage and Anger
The last couple days have been very very hard for me. My wife, who is also a survivor of CSA, has problems with reoccuring migraines. We ended up at the hospital Saturday night for relief. While the doctors were honestly doing everything they could, I was getting frustrated, because she wasn't getting relief fast enough.
By the end, they kept her in the hospital overnight. I was furiously angry. Funny thing was, the rage that came out was way over the top for the situation.
I am a gentle man, one who prefers negotiation over confrontation. Yet, I was having serious thoughts, even planning, how I could injure or kill the doctor. I came home that night and almost threw a chair through our plate glass picture window (would have been nasty since it was 20 degrees outside). I sat and pounded on the bed for 15 minutes swearing and being on the verge of a very violent outburst. It actually scared the hell out of me. I was frightened, scared that I was losing control completely and I would do something I would regret.
When I talked with my wife in the morning, she was feeling a bit better, but because of the lack of sleep, I was still raging. She confessed that she was frightened at how angry I was.
I know that there would be anger at my abuser. I know I've stuffed a great deal of anger inside, since I was a kid. I just wasn't prepared for how intense it would be when it started out. And the worst thing is, the woman who I love and cherish was afraid of me. Knowing that hurts almost more than anything else.
My regular therapist is still on vacation, and the back up is booked up until the end of next week, when I will see him on Friday. Either I will have reigned in this monster and gotten some control over him, or this monster will probably cause me to end up doing something really stupid and harmful. Failure is NOT AN OPTION!
Sometimes I wish I hadn't started this journey. Maybe ignorance with all it's problems would be better...or at least it didn't seem to hurt so much.
Jeff S.
By the end, they kept her in the hospital overnight. I was furiously angry. Funny thing was, the rage that came out was way over the top for the situation.
I am a gentle man, one who prefers negotiation over confrontation. Yet, I was having serious thoughts, even planning, how I could injure or kill the doctor. I came home that night and almost threw a chair through our plate glass picture window (would have been nasty since it was 20 degrees outside). I sat and pounded on the bed for 15 minutes swearing and being on the verge of a very violent outburst. It actually scared the hell out of me. I was frightened, scared that I was losing control completely and I would do something I would regret.
When I talked with my wife in the morning, she was feeling a bit better, but because of the lack of sleep, I was still raging. She confessed that she was frightened at how angry I was.
I know that there would be anger at my abuser. I know I've stuffed a great deal of anger inside, since I was a kid. I just wasn't prepared for how intense it would be when it started out. And the worst thing is, the woman who I love and cherish was afraid of me. Knowing that hurts almost more than anything else.
My regular therapist is still on vacation, and the back up is booked up until the end of next week, when I will see him on Friday. Either I will have reigned in this monster and gotten some control over him, or this monster will probably cause me to end up doing something really stupid and harmful. Failure is NOT AN OPTION!
Sometimes I wish I hadn't started this journey. Maybe ignorance with all it's problems would be better...or at least it didn't seem to hurt so much.
Jeff S.