Hi everyone
Firstly a plea – both to MNHQ and anyone else who is in two minds about this post. I am NOT a troll. I am a long-time reader (and fan) of MN but never posted until a few months ago when I plucked up every ounce of courage I had. Unfortunately this resulted in my post being taken down and my account suspended – when you read my story I hope you can realise how devastating this was for me as it cost me so much to post in the first place. So please, hear me out and don’t report me. I have changed both my email and my username due to this, just to inform those who may look into it.
I’m a 48 year old female professional with a history of an abusive childhood, mental health problems and a long, long history of therapy and medication. I have worked long and hard on my issues but have come to the point where I can no longer live with a) the inability to go back in the past and change things and b) the inability to do anything about them in a future.
To keep things as short as possible, due to the way my mother was treated I vowed to never, ever let a man control my life. Unfortunately I took this to the extreme in that I have never DTD or even had a relationship. I am so consumed with shame I was only able to admit this in RL this year to a therapist. She was lovely and helped me to realise how it was a form of extreme protection that I’d built around myself.
I do understand it better now but I still can’t live with it. I can’t live with the fact I can’t go back and undo all those wasted years. I can’t live with the fact that I am too terrified and too old to start now. I don’t even want a relationship but I don’t want to die this way either.
A huge part of me just wants to ‘get it over with’ but how? I’m terrified. As I said, I don’t want a relationship. I’ve considered sexual surrogacy therapy – even swinging! But now coronavirus seems to have shut down every single avenue for me. Plus, as I’ve said, I’m absolutely petrified.
I don’t know what to do or where to turn. I feel absolutely tormented and irreparably broken. I fantasize about characters in films and books and wish they could whisk me away and make it alright for me – like a lovesick teenager!
I’m completely caught between the past and the future, I’m suffocating, I’ve lost the present. Everything I see or hear is acting as a trigger.
I’m serious when I say any suggestions are gratefully appreciated. I can’t carry on like this and my therapy has finished (just one more session in August).
If you’ve read this far I’m beyond grateful. And please, please don’t report me or take me down