Right. Sleep is not happening tonight.
I wasn't going to get into relationship stuff about my partner (it's more a need to find a way of incorporating my parents into my understanding of what happened, as recently I've begun to feel so angry at myself for all the wrong choices I've made and am trying to see the whole situation - I want to understand their position more and how it might have been different, but without blaming them. I love them and i don't want to think that anything they did was wrong, but at the same time I'm thinking I could have had a kid nearly that age by now, and I can't imagine how I would cope or what I would do. I know everything they've ever done they've done because it was the best thing for me, and I'm trying to explain to myself what happened and why they took the actions they did. Also to forgive myself for my shitty decision-making and try to find a way to deal with the current consequences of it).
Bogey - I don't think he was lying to me when he told me he thought the event was on. Our relationship - it's hard to tell, really. A lot of it is all mixed up with the fact that he's my carer. Until I moved down to lower rate care for DLA, from middle rate (mobility stayed the same, lower rate), he got Carer's Allowance for me, and I still need help with quite a lot of everyday living things, e.g. he cooks as I tend to get confused and burn things, he drives me places as I struggle to use public transport (I think that's partly an ASD thing) and don't drive due to anxiety, he deals with all my money, etc. We do make decisions together, though. I think the only way the relationship has really changed recently is that I'm starting to feel confined by it - but I don't know how I'd cope alone. DLA money only gets you so far; money can't buy me day-to-day support with the things I find difficult. So that makes it more awkward.
I got to know him in an online depression forum. I didn't really have friends in real life - I'd had to leave my school due to a long hospital admission and didn't know anyone, and was glad to find people online who wanted to talk to me. I don't really remember a lot of it. I was on some quite heavy medications at the time and quite stressed. I think I liked having someone who was interested in what I had to say, thought I was attractive, liked me - something I hadn't really had before from people (other than my family). He was really nice to me.
Thumb - He was more or less my first sexual partner (I had a bad experience before that that I don't really want to go into). Being alone… I don't really know what that feels like.
Canyou - that piece of paper idea is really good. I've a feeling it might be upsetting but that's maybe not really a bad thing. BTW we're not married (though we did get engaged very early on and have never really called it off).
Sandy - I wouldn't call myself rebellious. When I say headstrong, I guess what I mean is not that I wouldn't do what I was told. It's more that I would have been embarrassed to admit that I was wrong to have moved in with him. I wouldn't admit my mistakes. I think maybe headstrong was the wrong word to have used; people are maybe imagining a teen who stays out all night, doesn't do their homework, argues about everything. My headstrongness (headstrength?) was more along the lines of believing I had to do my homework even when the doctors told me not to, trying to kill myself, thinking that once I'd chosen a course of action (like this one) it would be shameful to say I didn't want to do it any more, that kind of thing. I was never really rebellious as such. I did get in trouble at school when I was younger (until I was 10ish, maybe) for being violent; I couldn't cope and had a hairtrigger temper when provoked, and used to hit the other children. I hate myself for that now. Certainly I had trouble with asking for help and feeling I should be able to cope with things by myself.
Kate - I'm not sure we're using the same definition of headstrong, though I recognise some of it. I did used to find it far harder to admit to others that I was wrong than I do now (still tricky, but I try
). I was more - desperate for some way to make life better and thought I'd found a way, so I did it. If they'd told me I had to come back I think I probably would (though I don't really know), at least, early on, as that would've taken the choice out of my hands IYSWIM? My headstrongness was the dread at having to call and say "I was wrong, I want you to come and get me". It's hard to think about that time in my life and remember the truthof what I felt and how I acted without warping it one way or another or blaming myself (or anyone else). I think the "facing crappy choices" bit is definitely a part of it. I don't want to blame my parents - I want to understand what happened and maybe try and forgive the 16-year-old me a bit for fucking up a decade and a half of my life, by working out what really happened and why my mum and made the choices they did (because I genuinely believe they did the very best they could, but it seems to clash so much with a lot of what I hear here and elsewhere- I want to know what kind of things go through parents minds and the kind of things they're dealing with. I don't have children of my own and haven't been in this situation as a parent myself, so there must've been aspects to it I can't imagine). That's tricky without talking to them, but I hate to drag up that time as it was a very dark time for all of us.
Thumb - my parents never told me I shouldn't be with him. The fear of the embarrassment of having to call and say "I made a bad decision" - yes. And at first it did seem easier without the social stress of college and the feeling that I'd let everybody down by failing so badly at school and making them all worry so much through my mental illness.
Phew. That's a lot more than I really wanted to say about my relationship with my partner...
I didn't even NC from my usual general posting name…