ADQ...glad its helping.Its true, it does help to talk. Did you find it made you promiscuous as a young adult or did it have the opposite effect. If its too personal a question, i totally understand.
My family were not emotional either..maybe it was their generation ,or some people from that generation.It took my mum til i had my breakdown to actually hug me and hold me properly. I have kept a card from her, for 20 years, that she sent to me whilst i was recovering in hospital, with a mummy duck with a big wing round her duckling and it still makes me cry now.And she died 2 years ago unfortunately.
Dont hide your tears,even from your children(how old are they) Just tell them ,mummy is sad, but not about anything they have done.They will help you recover too.
I didnt hide my tears from my boys and i can honestly say it hasnt affected them.They are 21 and nearly 17 now and they know that i am a victim of abuse from my stepbrother.
They dont know most of the sordid details about this pervert, but they know how much the abuse has affected me. Believe me ,he needs locking away and he has had the audacity to blame it on our mother for not showing him affection...thats a good line of defence isnt it? Blame it on someone else...OMG
Once i had had a few psychotherapy sessions ,I actually started to find them a little contrived and they stopped helping.
I felt as though the therapist was just like a wall to bounce a ball off , a sounding block really. In fact sometimes it used to annoy me when she would say.."well how do you think you should deal with it, what do you think you should do" .At times i wanted to scream at her or hit a wall...but I didntMy frustation with the situation used to make me shake all over sometimes,and my heart used to race uncontrollably.
After my three month stay in hospital( where I went voluntarily)...it was a private hospital for people with severe depression... there was an anaesthetist,an airline pilot,a lady with tinnitus, a self harmer...all types of professionals but people with a common link, ... severe depression.Some undoubtably caused by some form of abuse or violence.
After 3 months,I ventured home for just 2 or 3 hours at a time, or for as long as i could cope with. Everything......even making tea,toast,hoovering used to make me shake.
My head was like scrambled egg, no ability to concentrate( my brain computer was on definite overload....is that how you feel? and my eyes felt strangely blurred. I honestly thought i had lost the plot and was constantly asking my DP if i was sane.
Do you fel as though you are loosing it at times..its frightening isnt it?
I was saneThank god, but just a shadow of my former self,whatever that was.
I had no self confidence and dreadful panic attacks for years,terrified of going out for a meal with DS1's god parents, or anywhere for that matter. Eventually was persuaded to go out for an indian with them and half way thro, i had to come home, as i burst into tears in the restaurant and had an awful panic attack..but they understood.
It took 2 years of constant talking (when i had the chance with my partner) until i actually got sick of hearing my own voice and the tears stopped. I even went through every horrible detail ..he literally wanted to kill him...as it did destroy alot of our relationship,physically.
I hope you might feel as if you can talk to me ,if i can help i will..but dont loose faith in yourself...you wil get through this,its not easy but you will be able to do it for yourself and only you can do it.