Right. First things first. I am in a relationship with the woman I love, and have been with her nearly four years. I asked her to marry me about six months ago, she said yes, smiles all round. Not really the issue, but I just want it clear that I really, really do love her.
Now, a bit of background on her, and this is really, really personal and private, and I'm trusting you not to tell anyone, OK escapist? I'm trying to type this and I'm just finding it so difficult, my hands are shaking. I also want to make it clear that this is all fact, so please don't question it, it's just hurtful. Unless she has some kind of massive conspiracy going on with her family members. She has been abused. A lot. As a child, and again as a teenager. A stranger sexually molested her when she was 7, and she was with a man who beat her, manipulated her, and toyed with her for around a year when she was 16. The female side of her family also has a history of depression. This has lead to her having extreme self-esteem issues. She will not leave the house without wearing at least 4 layers of clothing, she will never wear skirts or dresses, and she will never try to look pretty, because she doesn't want to look like she is "asking for it". She suspects every action of every person she meets of having some kind of secondary motive for whatever they talk about, even if it is the weather, because she thinks nobody could possibly like her. She has no friends because of this. The friends she used to have she thinks betrayed her. Although her parents know about it and tried to be supportive, because she hasn't explained to them just how much she is still being effected by what happened, they don't support her as much as she needs.
Sex, unsurprisingly has been a problem. We didn't first have sex until around 2 years into our relationship, which isn't really a big deal, but her horror at the whole situation was. She felt betrayed by her body, feeling the same feelings it felt when that man touched her. She felt filthy for wanting to do it. We tried again at irregular intervals with both of us talking through our feelings about it each time and we reached the point a few months ago where we can regularly both enjoy intercourse, although there is the occasional hiccup where she feels like that again.
The first counselling session I managed to convince her to go to last year was a complete failure. Her low self-esteem convinced her that she was just over-reacting to what happened to her and so she didn't tell the counsellor the whole truth. The counsellor concluded that she just had "Low mood" and told her not to worry about it. That was it.
A few weeks ago I finally convinced her to try again, with a different counsellor, and to tell the whole truth. This time she did, and she has started making progress at a much faster rate than with just me helping her, after all, I am by no means a professional.
The reason I tell you this is because I need you to understand the emotional distress she feels, so that you understand the burden I have taken on in trying to help her. I love her, unconditionally, I want to marry her, I want to stay with her forever. I don't care how idealistic it is, it's what I want. I tell you this, because I want you to understand.... I don't know how to put it.... The pain I feel knowing the suffering she goes through every day.
I do everything for her. I cook her dinner every day. I quit my job and moved across the country so she could go to the university of her choice. I stopped seeing my friends as often because she gets scared when she is alone at night. I sleep on the sofa in the living room sometimes because my snoring is so bad it keeps her up and she really needs her sleep because she is struggling with her current workload at university. I would do all this again the same way if I had the choice, but lately, my own problems have started to surface, and they are making it difficult for me to help her. I know I should put myself first, but I just can't. My problems are nothing compared to hers, and I want to help so much, but my own stress is making me irrational, cranky, and incapable of real emotional connection without allowing all my other negative feelings to surface. For four years I have bottled up every bad feeling I have had so that I can better help her, but now I just can't do it any more. And yet, I need to. I can't stop myself trying to be there for her even when I feel awful myself. My sleep pattern is ruined, I eat completely unbalanced meals at completely different times every day, I never see my friends, all I do is play video games. This mess with my own problems without any form of release is making me completely insane. In trying to help her I just make things worse. If I get irritated at any little thing she does I have started to blow things WAAAY out of proportion and yell at her. Right now, in trying to help her, I am making things worse.
I don't know what I wanted from this thread. Maybe just somebody to listen. Obviously, any advice on any point here would be appreciated, but so too would just a simple "hang in there."
Thanks for listening to the disjointed ramblings of this feline dictator, Chairman Miaow out.
Now, a bit of background on her, and this is really, really personal and private, and I'm trusting you not to tell anyone, OK escapist? I'm trying to type this and I'm just finding it so difficult, my hands are shaking. I also want to make it clear that this is all fact, so please don't question it, it's just hurtful. Unless she has some kind of massive conspiracy going on with her family members. She has been abused. A lot. As a child, and again as a teenager. A stranger sexually molested her when she was 7, and she was with a man who beat her, manipulated her, and toyed with her for around a year when she was 16. The female side of her family also has a history of depression. This has lead to her having extreme self-esteem issues. She will not leave the house without wearing at least 4 layers of clothing, she will never wear skirts or dresses, and she will never try to look pretty, because she doesn't want to look like she is "asking for it". She suspects every action of every person she meets of having some kind of secondary motive for whatever they talk about, even if it is the weather, because she thinks nobody could possibly like her. She has no friends because of this. The friends she used to have she thinks betrayed her. Although her parents know about it and tried to be supportive, because she hasn't explained to them just how much she is still being effected by what happened, they don't support her as much as she needs.
Sex, unsurprisingly has been a problem. We didn't first have sex until around 2 years into our relationship, which isn't really a big deal, but her horror at the whole situation was. She felt betrayed by her body, feeling the same feelings it felt when that man touched her. She felt filthy for wanting to do it. We tried again at irregular intervals with both of us talking through our feelings about it each time and we reached the point a few months ago where we can regularly both enjoy intercourse, although there is the occasional hiccup where she feels like that again.
The first counselling session I managed to convince her to go to last year was a complete failure. Her low self-esteem convinced her that she was just over-reacting to what happened to her and so she didn't tell the counsellor the whole truth. The counsellor concluded that she just had "Low mood" and told her not to worry about it. That was it.
A few weeks ago I finally convinced her to try again, with a different counsellor, and to tell the whole truth. This time she did, and she has started making progress at a much faster rate than with just me helping her, after all, I am by no means a professional.
The reason I tell you this is because I need you to understand the emotional distress she feels, so that you understand the burden I have taken on in trying to help her. I love her, unconditionally, I want to marry her, I want to stay with her forever. I don't care how idealistic it is, it's what I want. I tell you this, because I want you to understand.... I don't know how to put it.... The pain I feel knowing the suffering she goes through every day.
I do everything for her. I cook her dinner every day. I quit my job and moved across the country so she could go to the university of her choice. I stopped seeing my friends as often because she gets scared when she is alone at night. I sleep on the sofa in the living room sometimes because my snoring is so bad it keeps her up and she really needs her sleep because she is struggling with her current workload at university. I would do all this again the same way if I had the choice, but lately, my own problems have started to surface, and they are making it difficult for me to help her. I know I should put myself first, but I just can't. My problems are nothing compared to hers, and I want to help so much, but my own stress is making me irrational, cranky, and incapable of real emotional connection without allowing all my other negative feelings to surface. For four years I have bottled up every bad feeling I have had so that I can better help her, but now I just can't do it any more. And yet, I need to. I can't stop myself trying to be there for her even when I feel awful myself. My sleep pattern is ruined, I eat completely unbalanced meals at completely different times every day, I never see my friends, all I do is play video games. This mess with my own problems without any form of release is making me completely insane. In trying to help her I just make things worse. If I get irritated at any little thing she does I have started to blow things WAAAY out of proportion and yell at her. Right now, in trying to help her, I am making things worse.
I don't know what I wanted from this thread. Maybe just somebody to listen. Obviously, any advice on any point here would be appreciated, but so too would just a simple "hang in there."
Thanks for listening to the disjointed ramblings of this feline dictator, Chairman Miaow out.