I’ve been married to DH for three years and was with him for four years before that. We now have 2 daughters (4 and 14 mo). Just to give some background, when we met my mental health was really in a bad way - I was doing things that struck me as odd at the time but with the benefit of hindsight I realise they were actually much more than just odd and were indicative of much deeper issues - too embarrassed to go into them here even though I’ve changed my name. Not sure what caused it - combination I think of my mum leaving the family home when I was 12, my own drinking problem, possibly just a chemical imbalance that couldn’t be helped. Anyway, DH has given me such emotional stability since we’ve been together and I am a long way from the person I was then - I have always been able to speak to him about my feelings and some of the things I did back then but not all of them as I’m so ashamed. Something that has been playing on my mind for a while now is something that happened shortly after we had started going out - I had sex with a “friend” during summer holidays, lying there the whole time thinking that I didn’t want to be doing it, and directly after I cried and he said “I won’t tell anyone” - I felt like a disgusting person who had cheated and always have felt hot with shame to think back on it. I can’t remember much about it now but more and more I am convinced it was some sort of coercive encounter. I had been violently raped about a year before and at the time I didn’t think the two were the same, I thought the second was too unlike the first to be called rape too. Anyway sorry to go on, my point is that I’d be so relieved to sit down with DH and talk about this, but I worry that he would think I’m recasting myself as a victim or lying to cover up a dirty little secret. With this and some of the other things I did at the same sort of time (used to hide in my bedroom at uni for days on end and if I needed to wee I’d do it in a cup) I feel if he knew he’d regard me as disgusting and weird and unworthy of him, but I hate keeping things bottled in. I’m sorry I don’t know what I expect anyone to say, I just wanted to get it out.