saddled w/ sex *trigger*
I honestly thought I had grown beyond all this. It felt like I had the tools and abilities to step away from the therapy and recovery, and to finally live happily. I was wrong.
After Mat molested me, I continued acting out. I would pass on the game he taught me to my friends; Jean, Cheryl, Donny, Michele. Before I even understood anything beyond it felt good and was fun, I had been sexually acting out for years.
Lets face it, how many of us can stop being sexual? I couldnt stop, but I expected myself to, and when I couldnt, I began hating myself, and seeing myself as sick and perverted. This great idea came to me, if I made sex unpleasant enough I wouldnt want it, so I began punishing myself sexually. The only problem was that I liked that too, and then I felt really sick.
I have opened my mind, body and soul up to things that I shouldnt have. Now, I am left to live with it, and God help me, Ill be damned if I can figure it out. I realize that life is going to be a matter or denying myself and hanging on from here on out. I will never be fulfilled and happy at least in sexual terms. I have realized the problem isnt my wife or any of those I have shared my bed with. The problem, the defect is in me. How on earth do you live like that? Always hungry; always wanting with this huge appetite that never stops? I really dont think you do.
The only way I have found to combat it is to deny myself, remind myself I am where I want to be, and try to hold on to the good things. It helps, but these things never die completely. Every time you let your guard down, it comes back.
I read of these abusers getting a few years in jail, and I just think how lucky they are. A few years, and few of them seem to have any real regret. A few years, and they are truly free, unless they are one of the rare ones that actually has a conscience. They are free, and I live with this every day. I will never be totally happy with my wife, or anyone for that matter. She too pays the price, as she struggles with knowing she isnt enough for me, and never will be. We can be happy in every other way, and this still lies beneath, testing us, testing me.
Thank God I have therapy in the morning.
After Mat molested me, I continued acting out. I would pass on the game he taught me to my friends; Jean, Cheryl, Donny, Michele. Before I even understood anything beyond it felt good and was fun, I had been sexually acting out for years.
Lets face it, how many of us can stop being sexual? I couldnt stop, but I expected myself to, and when I couldnt, I began hating myself, and seeing myself as sick and perverted. This great idea came to me, if I made sex unpleasant enough I wouldnt want it, so I began punishing myself sexually. The only problem was that I liked that too, and then I felt really sick.
I have opened my mind, body and soul up to things that I shouldnt have. Now, I am left to live with it, and God help me, Ill be damned if I can figure it out. I realize that life is going to be a matter or denying myself and hanging on from here on out. I will never be fulfilled and happy at least in sexual terms. I have realized the problem isnt my wife or any of those I have shared my bed with. The problem, the defect is in me. How on earth do you live like that? Always hungry; always wanting with this huge appetite that never stops? I really dont think you do.
The only way I have found to combat it is to deny myself, remind myself I am where I want to be, and try to hold on to the good things. It helps, but these things never die completely. Every time you let your guard down, it comes back.
I read of these abusers getting a few years in jail, and I just think how lucky they are. A few years, and few of them seem to have any real regret. A few years, and they are truly free, unless they are one of the rare ones that actually has a conscience. They are free, and I live with this every day. I will never be totally happy with my wife, or anyone for that matter. She too pays the price, as she struggles with knowing she isnt enough for me, and never will be. We can be happy in every other way, and this still lies beneath, testing us, testing me.
Thank God I have therapy in the morning.