*Originally posted on my former blog (2008)
I want to talk about something, but
I don’t want to mention it, because I don’t want to get traffic to my site by
using this word. You know sometimes they just pick up a word you use and all of
a sudden now you’re linked to that search term. I’m guessing you may know
what it is. It starts with an “s” and ends with an “x”.
Ok, so I’m married and this is most
definitely an issue. When we were dating I was able to. It was a surprise to me
because I hadn’t since I left an abusive relationship some 4 years prior, but I
did. At first it was ok. I think I was just in shock that I could get through
it and I didn’t notice anything else except, “Wow! I can do this.” It was also
the first time I ever in my life (did that) when it was my choice and I could
decide.
We got married and started trying to
have a baby from the beginning. I got pregnant within a couple of months. I didn’t
want to “do that” much while I was pregnant, and tried to get it in once a
month for hubby’s sake. It was alright…..just wasn’t doing anything for me. I had
the baby and continued the once a month thing more so out of a sense of
obligation. It seemed to keep hubby from totally flipping out. I think he
understood to some extent because we had a new baby and she was rather all
consuming. I was also working full time.
Trying to have baby number two
caused some problems for me. Triggers were popping up left and right at that
time. I remember one night we were (you know), and when it was over I had to
push him off and say, “Get off! Get off! I’m going to throw up,” and I did. My
poor husband. What he has been through……..What he must’ve thought…… I cried
that night because I was afraid I’d never be able to “do that” again and thus
would never have another child. Funny thing, apparently we conceived that
night. After that we hardly ever “did”…..you know…… I’d guess we were now down
to once every 2-3 months??? Maybe????
We conceived baby number 3
spontaneously on New Year’s Eve as the ball dropped on TV. Didn’t have
much (you know) after that. I now had 2 little ones and a third on the way, and
I could care less about sex. Still didn’t really like it anyway, so big deal.
But it was a big deal to hubby I know. Still, he put up and shut up for the
most part. He knew it was hard for me, and he knew I was exhausted most days
from 2 kids and working and being pregnant.
After our fourth and final child was
conceived, we didn’t (you know) ever again for (you’ll never believe this) 3
years. Yes…..I just couldn’t. PTSD, flashbacks, panic attacks, you name it…all
kicking my butt to the max.
After the three years it was slow
going progress, as I would attempt on occasion, but the only way I could manage
to get through it without feeling like throwing up from triggers was to switch.
I had entirely too many triggers.
There are always those triggers that
you can change. Things you can do or not do that can help some. We had some
like that. I had a hard time with hubby at first because I shared some things
with him that I would really like him to do or not do because they were
triggering to me, and he would hear me, agree, etc. Then a couple weeks later,
it was as if we never had that conversation. He got really frustrated with me.
He would react to my requests with a huffy breath, so tired of this he was. I do
understand. He knew I had been abused when he married me, and he knew (doing
this) was hard for me, but I don’t think he thought we’d still be struggling
with it some 10-15 years later.
Some triggers were rather hard to
avoid. A couple major ones were just impossible, and still cause me grief at
times, though we have made a lot of progress recently. One is I cannot stand
the look in his face/eyes when he is (how should I say this??) feeling good???
That’s a HUGE, HUGE, HUGE trigger. I still can’t do that. I get around that by
closing my eyes, blocking it out, or looking elsewhere. He knows this is
triggering for me. We discussed how it is not personal over and over and over
again, and he actually helps out by not “trying” to look at me. I have also
been afraid of “that part”, especially when it’s (you know). I can’t stand to
see it or feel it anywhere near me. Well, that’s unavoidable for obvious
reasons. My previous therapist would explain to me that he was that way
because of the love he had for me. I was afraid of it. To me, it had a mind of
its own, and it controlled men. It made them powerless and took over. The men
in my life never took responsibility. Instead they blamed “that part” of themselves.
“They couldn’t help it,” they would say. “They just had to.” They made
it seem like I was just so “irresistible”. I felt cursed. Men always seemed to
have to have me. Cursed!! But it wasn’t me. It was them. They
didn’t always have to have me. They had to have it! And
they were just selfish, selfish, selfish. When I would feel my husband, I had a
mixture of emotions. Fear because “that thing” was going to get me. Anger
because he wanted me, and how dare he. Anger because I hated “that thing” when
it was like that. I wanted to smash it with a hammer! There’s a lot of fear and
anger there.
Well, I’m going to move on to where
I am today. I am trying……actively trying. Some things are better. Since I have
been in therapy and my husband also goes to a therapist, he has gotten super
about sticking to the things that help me. He actively tries to not do the
things I ask him not to do, and he does what is helpful. When I do get
triggered now, I can tell him. Sometimes I can redirect and go on. Other times
I can’t, and I have to stop to which he now is very understanding about. I
think he gets it now and would never want me to “do that” under triggered
circumstances. He doesn’t want to hurt me physically or emotionally.
I never could connect “doing that”
with love. For me it was purely physical, benefitted me none, and was all about
the guy getting his physical needs met. Lately, I have been able to see the
love in it, and how it is truly meant to be. That is helping.
I still struggle with the triggers I
can’t avoid, but as my relationship with my husband has improved by us talking
and sharing of ourselves more, it is slowly becoming less and less of an issue.
So, now I am in a place where I’m
actually curious about (you know). I’m sort of interested. And I see it could
maybe be quite pleasurable (Novel idea). I now want to be able to “feel like
that too.” I am having problems with that because of the dissociation. I may
mentally stay present, but invariably I go physically numb, and lose it
emotionally. It’s like I just go dead. My body and my soul shut down. It’s so
automatic and out of my control, I don’t know how I’m going to get past this
one.
So now, of course I’m realizing I
totally spilled my guts on this post. So now the dilemma is to post or not to
post. And If I do, I’m not sure if I’ll be able to keep it up. It’s scary
talking about this stuff, but obviously necessary. I might post it, take it
off, post it, take it off. I think it could be helpful to other people if I
post it. That’s my driving force. I suppose I will try it but making no
promises as to how long it will stay up.
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