Still not sure why I can't get more angry about it...
It's strange, isn't it? Mine was 12 years ago and I've literally never felt a single moment's anger towards him (although God knows I'm angry about everything else, all the time - maybe it's all the anger I "should" feel towards him, deflected in any and all other directions). Why aren't we angry? You'd have thought it would be our immediate reaction: fury and indignation. I've wondered if in my case it's because I feel, on some level, that I deserved nothing better. I don't know.
Thoughts just got a bit stirred up reading the 'helping my daughter be less likely to be assaulted' discussion. I wish I could say do xyz but in fact there is nothing you can do.
Yeah. That thread. I was going to comment but I just couldn't, I was beside myself with... something. Rage? Grief? Frustration? I don't know, but whatever it was, it rendered me utterly inarticulate. I think I just hid the thread in the end. I hope some of the people commenting on that thread simply don't understand how breathtakingly cruel they seem to people like me. The alternative to ignorance is the possibility that they really do think it was my responsibility, which is hard to bear.
I don't even feel that upset about it anymore, although I think it's changed the way I think and feel. I'm even less trusting than I was. But maybe that's not a bad thing.
I was the same: not out-and-out devastated, just... changed. I totally understand your reservations about counselling, and I don't want to come across like I think I'm older & wiser, but I also think that if you could find a therapist who isn't a complete and utter fuckwit (and a LOT of them are just DICKS) then it might well be very helpful. It's a very difficult thing to process: it seems, to me, to make very little sense. I really wish I'd been able to find a decent counsellor shortly after it happened, who could have helped me process it, but I didn't, and now I have PTSD (FML, that diagnosis makes me feel like such a tool) and I'm due to start trauma-focussed CBT in the autumn. The thing that I'm finding hardest to deal with at the moment is the overwhelming regret at not having attacked it sooner: the years I wasted struggling with this, the energy I've poured into grappling futilely with it, the devastation I've allowed it to wreak on my life. Maybe if the effect at the time had been more dramatic, I'd have been more proactive about seeking help? I don't know. Maybe we are just the type of people who don't think we deserve to feel happy all the time, so it doesn't occur to us that feeling a bit bad is something that should be addressed?
I just want to figure out WHY he did it. Was it just for the sake of having sex?
Yeah, I can relate to this, I spent years trying to figure it out. It was like I was trying to solve a puzzle. I'd take it apart, examine every element from every angle, and then try and put it back together again in a way that made sense somehow. I felt like I MUST be able to crack it, like there must be something I just wasn't seeing. Looking back, I don't know what I was trying to achieve, really. Trying to make it make sense, I suppose, because it really does not make any sense at all.
Anyway. Sorry if I've come across like "I know EXACTLY how you feel!!!!" or like I know better than you.