Please be gentle. I’m very confused about this and I need help to unpick my thoughts and feelings. I’ve name changed because my sil knows my regular user name.
I recently told dh of my experiences of being groomed as a teen and later raped in my twenties (unrelated incidents) And he shared with me his experience of being molested as a teen.
It has taken me 15 years to have this conversation with him. I was only able to finally bring myself to talk about it with a therapist a few years ago, and only in the last year or two to properly process it and forgive myself. Sometimes I can still find sex triggering and that was what prompted me to tell dh (he already had a fair idea).
I had absolutely no idea about what happened to him. I would never have guessed. I’ve always imagined him to be sort of insulated. One of the reasons I would never speak about it with him was that I wasn’t confident that he would understand why something so banal fucked me up so much. I don’t think I understand that either. Or that he wouldn’t grasp the subtle issue of consent.
I have a million questions I want to ask him about his experience. In fact I want to interrogate him. I haven’t of course. He’s told me what he wants to share, I respect that.
But I don’t understand how he emerged so unbothered by it. He said he never talked about it or even thought about it. It was my story that brought his to mind. He had pretty much forgotten. It took him a few moments to remember the man’s name. He said that he didn’t want it to happen, but he wasn’t really bothered by it either.
I’m so angry. I’m angry at the person who did it. I’m angry at the relatives he was staying with who left him vulnerable. I’m angry that he had no one to reach out to. I’m angry that even if he had, he probably wouldn’t have been met with sympathy in those times. I’m just angry. But I’m also angry at him that he’s so unperturbed and blasé.
I dont understand how I ended up so fucked up by what happened to me even though to a great extent not very much happened. Yet he went through much more and it just doesn’t bother him.
I know that there was something about me, something slightly off that drew those people to me and that’s something I’ve tried unpicking in therapy. Now I feel like there’s something even more wrong with me that it affected me so deeply.
I know I don’t have the right to dictate that he feel a certain way. I know that. And this is all in my head.
Dh and I nearly broke up a couple of years ago when he hired a man for a job knowing that he was convicted of a violent rape. He was coming from the position of “he’s served his time” and I come from the position that his victim is serving a life sentence/ that the safety of Dh’s female employees should be a priority. He took my views on board and said he’d never thought about that and didn’t re hire him when the job was finished. He was shocked that I saw him as an entirely different kind of man for choosing to hire someone knowing those details. This wasn’t a grey area or he said/she said situation.
I thought dh was someone who never really encountered sexual abuse. He is a good person, he wouldn’t rape. He looks for enthusiastic consent without even knowing that’s a thing. He’s a bit noble and tries to do the right thing. I can understand why it’s in his nature to give someone a chance, or feel that they’ve paid for their crime, draw a line and move on.
Personally I think that particular fucker should never have seen sunlight again but that’s not how our “justice” system works.
It’s not really relevant. And I know that my reaction to what dh revealed is completely wrong and unreasonable and irrational.
I don’t have a therapist anymore and my head is in turmoil. I don’t even have a question really.