Sad, glad, and frustrated
crisispoint
Registrant
Well, as I mentioned in the recovered memories post, I know at least part of what I remembered is real. How does that make me feel?
How should it make me feel? I dunno. On the one hand, I'm glad that I'm not as nuts as I thought I was. On the other, my God, what he actually put me through!
I love him and I hate him. I hate him now. There's no love there anymore. It's amazing how I deluded myself as a kid. Deluded myself? No, that's not the right thing to say. How much I WANTED to believe he loved me. How much he knew I NEEDED him to love me. Only to have him s**t all over me like that. When he did these things to me, what did he get out of it? Was it a crazy sort of love? Did the anger, sadism, etc., come out of the reality of the situation, that an 11 or 12 year old boy CANNOT love in an adult way?
Frustrated. I'm frustrated that still I'm looking for a way out FOR HIM when he did such terrible things to me. Do I really need it to be love THAT GODDAMN MUCH that I will rationalize it till the day I die? Am I really that sad and patheric that I will grasp onto that as an adult?
I know I'm not. I really am not. Still the thoughts linger.
I am glad that I know what he did was real. That's enough for now. That, and that I am a good person worthy of a healthy life, of love. HE WILL NOT TAKE THIS AWAY FROM ME!
Bastard.
They are all bastards. Every single goddamned abuser who hurt us and others are BASTARDS!
Hokay, more anger than usual, but I needed to get that out. I'm glad to have a place to do it.
I also love you all, my brothers (and sisters... ). May we all get the peace we deserve.
Scot
How should it make me feel? I dunno. On the one hand, I'm glad that I'm not as nuts as I thought I was. On the other, my God, what he actually put me through!
I love him and I hate him. I hate him now. There's no love there anymore. It's amazing how I deluded myself as a kid. Deluded myself? No, that's not the right thing to say. How much I WANTED to believe he loved me. How much he knew I NEEDED him to love me. Only to have him s**t all over me like that. When he did these things to me, what did he get out of it? Was it a crazy sort of love? Did the anger, sadism, etc., come out of the reality of the situation, that an 11 or 12 year old boy CANNOT love in an adult way?
Frustrated. I'm frustrated that still I'm looking for a way out FOR HIM when he did such terrible things to me. Do I really need it to be love THAT GODDAMN MUCH that I will rationalize it till the day I die? Am I really that sad and patheric that I will grasp onto that as an adult?
I know I'm not. I really am not. Still the thoughts linger.
I am glad that I know what he did was real. That's enough for now. That, and that I am a good person worthy of a healthy life, of love. HE WILL NOT TAKE THIS AWAY FROM ME!
Bastard.
They are all bastards. Every single goddamned abuser who hurt us and others are BASTARDS!
Hokay, more anger than usual, but I needed to get that out. I'm glad to have a place to do it.
I also love you all, my brothers (and sisters... ). May we all get the peace we deserve.
Scot