I’m feeling really sad and worthless at the moment, to the extent I went and sat in the toilets at work today feeling teary and sort of hyperventilating. I don’t know what’s triggered this but essentially I am feeling totally disgusting in myself and undeserving of the love of my partner, who really is a kind and genuine man, as I don’t believe he has hidden anything from me whereas I feel I have this huge, dirty secret.
Back story - childhood was OK but I had a really tough time from about 16 onwards. Me and my sister lived alone and I fell out with most of my friends so had an awful, deep loneliness that I took to uni with me, where I drank way too much and slept with loads of ugly idiots and had real MH problems. I look back on it as a real awful time of vulnerability and wish somebody had just told me to go to therapy, stop drinking, have a cup of tea and read a book, instead of all this stupid behaviour. Instead I ended up being raped aged 19 by a man in his thirties - however this was not experienced by me as a trauma at the time, was v much shoved to the back of my mind. I met now DP only one year later when I was still a mess, frankly. About a month into meeting him I then was raped again, this time by a ‘friend’, I completely dissociated from it and it was awful. Never told DP as feared he would look upon it as cheating, although briefly mentioned the earlier incident though said I didn’t want to discuss it. For some reason and I really don’t know what’s triggered it (probably a lot to do with realising that rape isn’t limited to strange men jumping out of an alley at night) for this whole year I’ve just been an emotional mess with severe anxiety and a sense that I’m going to be ‘found out’ - one min I think yes how awful it all was you’ve nothing to be ashamed of etc, the next I think am I just excusing bad behaviour? I just feel like skeletons are falling out of my closet. I’ve also been crying each time DP and I have sex, which is a bit out of the blue. I can hardly say, sorry I’m thinking back to things that happened years ago... (6 years to be precise)
I just feel like I’m losing the plot. When I overhear conversations or read on here people saying things like, what’s a relationship without honesty, my heart skips a beat and makes me reflect on my own. It’s got to the point when I almost wish DP would cheat so I won’t feel like I’ve betrayed him.
I cannot shake the feeling that I cheated on DP with this person in the early days of our meeting although I remember 100% not wanting to be having sex with the person whilst it was going on, it made my skin crawl. It still feels like a dirty secret, and I feel I could have stopped it if I had really wanted to.
I just feel like DP deserves a lovely, honest, genuine woman and I fear I am not that person. Please anybody just want some emotional support, I feel completely at a loss. I did mention this to my mum, I didn’t use the word rape as it sounded dramatic but I did say it was coercive, she totally brushed over that and said not to tell DP as it’d jeopardise us, which has only added to my sense of having a filthy secret.