pain, trusting Ben / crying is not shameful / time with Ashley and Kevin
I had counseling this morning, and it didn't seem like we went that deep. Mainly because she's not sure that I am committed to getting healed (because of all the pain that comes with opening that stuff) and she's not going to push me. Yet when I got home and relaxed, I suddenly felt like my heart was breaking, and I cried and cried and cried because I felt... used. And Ben comforted me, but that was hard for me to accept because he's a man, and I really can't trust men right now. So I had two battles going on -- the struggle between accepting or shoving down the pain, and the struggle between accepting Ben's love or pushing him away. I actually won both battles though, now that I think about it. But good grief, every touch scared me, and the only place that he could touch me without me freaking out was my back. And at the same time I wanted the comfort of sex, only a little bit though. Good grief, the pain felt like I was being... abused. Like it was happening. But there were no thoughts with it, just the feeling. I couldn't get in a safe position either, didn't feel safe on my back or my tummy. But Ben was so careful. And I'm proud of myself for not shoving him away. I know I need to trust him, even though it's hard, and I know he's trustworthy.
I used to be ashamed to cry. I'm still kinda ashamed to admit it here, in front of other people. I feel like it's weak, like I'm going to be judged as a wimp who can't handle life. But that is a LIE taught to me by people who didn't want to deal with the guilt and discomfort of me being unhappy; they wanted me to stifle my feelings so that they could feel like everything was fine. Crying is just as natural as laughter, dammit, and it is necessary for processing pain. I refuse to believe that it's weak; I choose to believe that it is a honest expression and worthy of as much honor as any other display of emotion. (of course, crying for reasons other than strong emotion is different)
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Ashley and Kevin (a maybe-to-be-catholic and a born-catholic) went to my (very non-denominational) church today , but we were late and missed worship, and then there was a guest speaker, so they didn't even get to hear PJ preach. I was disappointed, but they agreed to come again next week, yay. ;-) Then we went to my favorite mexican restaurant and then to my favorite coffeeshop ('cause Ashley loves to make me happy -- all her idea) and then came back and -- played Boggle. And not just any Boggle, Deluxe Boggle with 25 letter cubes. And Ashley beat me, dammit, I'm used to winning. It was fun and I've decided that Kevin is worthy of Ashley -- he's very thoughtful and attentive and he makes her happy.
She dressed up (for me, she said) and looked beautiful -- I took pictures and I'm going to make her at least one red-headed icon.
While at church, I had Spencer and Paula pray for me about this counseling stuff, and they both prayed passionately, and I felt their love. It was healing for me, I rested in it and felt stronger. And I feel sure that Spencer (at least, probably Paula too, but she's very busy and kinda forgetful) will continue to pray for me, and that is encouraging. Oh, and one of those little things that delights me -- I hugged Paula when I saw her today, and she said, "Hey! I missed you last week!" and I knew that she was referring to when I tried to catch her attention but she was preoccupied -- Spencer saw though, and he must have told her.
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I used to be ashamed to cry. I'm still kinda ashamed to admit it here, in front of other people. I feel like it's weak, like I'm going to be judged as a wimp who can't handle life. But that is a LIE taught to me by people who didn't want to deal with the guilt and discomfort of me being unhappy; they wanted me to stifle my feelings so that they could feel like everything was fine. Crying is just as natural as laughter, dammit, and it is necessary for processing pain. I refuse to believe that it's weak; I choose to believe that it is a honest expression and worthy of as much honor as any other display of emotion. (of course, crying for reasons other than strong emotion is different)
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Ashley and Kevin (a maybe-to-be-catholic and a born-catholic) went to my (very non-denominational) church today , but we were late and missed worship, and then there was a guest speaker, so they didn't even get to hear PJ preach. I was disappointed, but they agreed to come again next week, yay. ;-) Then we went to my favorite mexican restaurant and then to my favorite coffeeshop ('cause Ashley loves to make me happy -- all her idea) and then came back and -- played Boggle. And not just any Boggle, Deluxe Boggle with 25 letter cubes. And Ashley beat me, dammit, I'm used to winning. It was fun and I've decided that Kevin is worthy of Ashley -- he's very thoughtful and attentive and he makes her happy.
She dressed up (for me, she said) and looked beautiful -- I took pictures and I'm going to make her at least one red-headed icon.
While at church, I had Spencer and Paula pray for me about this counseling stuff, and they both prayed passionately, and I felt their love. It was healing for me, I rested in it and felt stronger. And I feel sure that Spencer (at least, probably Paula too, but she's very busy and kinda forgetful) will continue to pray for me, and that is encouraging. Oh, and one of those little things that delights me -- I hugged Paula when I saw her today, and she said, "Hey! I missed you last week!" and I knew that she was referring to when I tried to catch her attention but she was preoccupied -- Spencer saw though, and he must have told her.
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You know, I think the one man in the whole world you shouldn't fear or -NOT- trust, is the man that loves you truely.......(HUG again)
Toadie (P.O.T.S. - Philosiphizing Ogre in Tap Shoes)
Nondenominational church, or nondenominational Christian church? Just curious.
(You'll have to excuse my church-ignorance on this one) how can a church have a guest speaker? (Heh, this is not in any way meant to be insulting, but I kind of have this mental image of the preacher/pastor/whomever saying "Alright, and I'd like everyone to welcome Jesus to our church today, let's have a big round of applause for Jesus!") Do they just bring in other preachers? Hmmmm. Churches confuse me.
I must admit, I'm always kind of surprised to hear how understanding Ben is about everything, just because it's not usually in basic human nature to be that understanding. You're very lucky, he sounds like a wonderful man.
i also abhor crying, my mom would use it and massive guilt to get her way at all times (i love her, but she's beyond a spoiled baby of the family), and my father basically taught me that emotion was wrong. (i remember falling down the stairs at age 6, which i had never done before, and his sister, my aunt, telling me i had better shut up, or she would give me something to really cry about... i was freaking SIX and had fallen down the STAIRS, i was scared, damnit!) so i guess i emotionally picked a pot in the middle, which is blazing apathy. or maybe that's more on my father's side of things? i dunno.
So girlie, if you need to cry, I say go for it! Don't be ashamed and don't worry about what others might think of it! You need it, not them! :D
Our brain works on associations. It is a neural network and creates pattern recognitions for everything.
This is why, although I agree with spanking children in certain cases (better a little pain than little johnny dead in the road courtesy of bouncing ball and passing car). But I adhere to the concept of building associations within children. Don't use your hand to spank, instead have a belt, a magazine, a glove (to at least cover your hand). This way the hand (which is how one often shows their love and affection via touch) is not associated in the mind with the spankings. Make sense...?
Now you are probably wondering why I mention this or how it's even relevant to your post. Well, I was thinking about the issue of touch that you expressed with Ben. Both needing his touch, even desiring intimate contact and comfort. But at the same time being uncomfortable with the touch and the associations. And how any male touch, even good touch had associative ties. And I was thinking how could you disassociate such touches.
i don't know if this would help....but try to find an object, something soft or such. Something like a small stuffed animal. Preferbly one you don't like and find hideous, ugly, poorly colored, etc.
Then in your mind think of this object being associated with the bad memories. This allows you to objectify the feelings. And give them a physical form so to say. This way you associate all the horrible touches to your holding this object. It's an attempt to re-wire the patterns in the brain to create a new association in hopes of breaking it from the global association of touch. Hopefully, this will allow you to seperate out the horrors and diminunize them. Then, also hopefully allow you to receive touch. Because you re-associate them with your holding this object. So the only contact they have with you is you holding them in your hands. Hopefully this will allow you to be touched, comforted, etc. elsewhere....simply hugged even. Now, afterwards, it may take sometime until you can show, express love during said state via your hands. But as you heal that should pass. And I think Ben loves you enough to understand such for a season.
Seperate the "love" from the "punishment"....
((((HUGS)))
Like I said maybe you are past this point but, I read a book that at one point dealt with the matter of a woman recovering from abuse (I'm not sure that it was sexual though) and I thought it might be a consideration. In that book, they started with having the man lie on HIS stomach fully clothed and not moving at all. The woman then gave him a massage or otherwise had her hands on him and they repeated that until she became more comfortable and they were able to do it in other positions and so on, later moving to the man touching her more and so on. It WAS a book so of course they went through it a lot faster than I imagine it takes in real life, and maybe you already know about that kind of thing, but I just thought it was a consideration and perhaps a chance for my random knowledge to have a point so I threw it out there.
I am not a praying man myself (can't decide who or what to pray to) but I will keep you in my considerations nonetheless.