The road from then to now (triggering)
Posted: Mon Dec 16, 2013 1:13 am
I am new here, and like so many I am lost. I think I probably always have been, hence the name I chose. I do not want to be lost. It's exhausting, it's painful, and it's so hard to try and interact with anyone on a close level anymore.
In short, my story starts when I was a child, and was molested by a stranger while my family and I were out of town. I hid this traumatic event even from myself for 20 some odd years before it resurfaced and haunted my every sleeping and most of my waking moments. When I went to a counselor and worked through it, I realized that it explained my feelings of alienation and walls that I had through all my teen years and much of my early 20's.
When I was in my mid 20's, I married a woman who was emotionally distant and cold. But since I was broken and didn't realize that, our marriage was a roller coaster ride of pain. It ended badly after ten years, and I spent the next four living on my own, not dating, just working and spending time at home with my room mates. In time I moved out of state, and within a few months met a woman and we started dating. Within a year we moved in together, made plans for the future, etc. But she was also emotionally abusive and a drug user. In our fourth year together, she became unemployed, and spent her time at home in front of the computer, smoking pot, and as I found out later doing harder drugs. We broke up, and I was living in the upstairs of our condo while preparing to find a place to live. One night she assaulted me after I got home from work, hurt my leg and the back of my head. I had to contact my employer at the time and request an immediate transfer halfway across the county, back home. Once there, she continued to harass me for months, ruining my life in many ways. Ultimately the drama she caused in my life stopped, but she did a so much damage to my ability to trust, as well as recurring pain in my leg and bad headaches for months, that I eventually felt on the edge of just giving it all up.
Now, I have been unemployed for the last year after my company downsized, no responses to the months of resumes I've sent out, and money about to run completely out. I don't have a lot of what I would call close accessible friends anymore, and no girlfriend or partner to provide any sort of emotional support. That has led me here, because every day I feel more and more like the light inside my soul is dying. I have walls that I don't even know how to begin breaking down. I have such a level of social anxiety that every time my one good friend I hang around suggests that I go out and meet people, etc, I get defensive to the point that I just want to run and hide. I am afraid to really show this weakness to my friend or anyone else, so I hide it best I can. I hide best I can. I make excuses. I become unreachable for days on end. And so exhausted of having to fight this war against myself every moment of every day of my life.
That's my story.
In short, my story starts when I was a child, and was molested by a stranger while my family and I were out of town. I hid this traumatic event even from myself for 20 some odd years before it resurfaced and haunted my every sleeping and most of my waking moments. When I went to a counselor and worked through it, I realized that it explained my feelings of alienation and walls that I had through all my teen years and much of my early 20's.
When I was in my mid 20's, I married a woman who was emotionally distant and cold. But since I was broken and didn't realize that, our marriage was a roller coaster ride of pain. It ended badly after ten years, and I spent the next four living on my own, not dating, just working and spending time at home with my room mates. In time I moved out of state, and within a few months met a woman and we started dating. Within a year we moved in together, made plans for the future, etc. But she was also emotionally abusive and a drug user. In our fourth year together, she became unemployed, and spent her time at home in front of the computer, smoking pot, and as I found out later doing harder drugs. We broke up, and I was living in the upstairs of our condo while preparing to find a place to live. One night she assaulted me after I got home from work, hurt my leg and the back of my head. I had to contact my employer at the time and request an immediate transfer halfway across the county, back home. Once there, she continued to harass me for months, ruining my life in many ways. Ultimately the drama she caused in my life stopped, but she did a so much damage to my ability to trust, as well as recurring pain in my leg and bad headaches for months, that I eventually felt on the edge of just giving it all up.
Now, I have been unemployed for the last year after my company downsized, no responses to the months of resumes I've sent out, and money about to run completely out. I don't have a lot of what I would call close accessible friends anymore, and no girlfriend or partner to provide any sort of emotional support. That has led me here, because every day I feel more and more like the light inside my soul is dying. I have walls that I don't even know how to begin breaking down. I have such a level of social anxiety that every time my one good friend I hang around suggests that I go out and meet people, etc, I get defensive to the point that I just want to run and hide. I am afraid to really show this weakness to my friend or anyone else, so I hide it best I can. I hide best I can. I make excuses. I become unreachable for days on end. And so exhausted of having to fight this war against myself every moment of every day of my life.
That's my story.