There is something from my past I feel that I need to understand and settle for myself. Sorry if this is long.
A few years ago, I had a relationship with someone and I have been sick ever since. Depression, anxiety, some signs of PTSD.
It was a same sex relationship, although I wasn't (until then) gay.
She was a friend of a friend and I met her when she moved in to a shared flat at the time. I was very lonely, I have ASD and am not really great with making friends and she was incredibly friendly to me.
Right away she gave me lots of attention and wanted to do everything I wanted to do and go everywhere with me, and she brought me into her group of friends and I suddenly had a really exciting social life which I really enjoyed and which made me feel good. I'd never really had that before, so I really enjoyed the life. She bought me gifts and cooked my favourite foods and listened to me moan a lot (I have ASD so can do that a lot).
I really felt like I'd found my absolute, total best friend.
As we spent more time together she told me she'd been abused, and I identified with that because I had a sad childhood myself. We seemed to have so much in common and the intimacy grew really quickly to a point she felt like I'd known her my whole life within about 8 - 10 weeks. The relationship also involved a lot of drinking. She drank a hell of a lot, so I just joined in.
Then one night when we were quite drunk she started rubbing me and so on, and although I was reluctant we ended up having sex. I felt weird about it because I'm not gay, but it felt nice and I felt very attached to her. The next day I told her that really I wasn't into women and asked if we could just be friends. She said that was fine and she understood.
She pulled away though a bit and said she was moving out of the flat, which she did and I felt really torn. The friendship and intimacy was so important to me and I felt really lonely, so when she asked me over to dinner at her new place a couple of weeks later, I went. Got drunk, and had sex with her again, and this time stayed the weekend.
I really didn't want a relationship with her romantically, but I didn't want her to go away. So I carried on. Every week I'd have sex with her, which felt nice and I enjoyed it but I am fundamentally not gay so I didn't feel it would become a long term thing and so it was confusing.
She started to then put pressure on me to be her "girlfriend". A lot of demands and really quite frightening tantrums. Within a few weeks, she would get really drunk every time we went out and start screaming at me that she loved me and why was I doing this to her. I started to really walk on eggshells because the tantrums were actually scary and often involved smashing my stuff or doing things which really scared me like drink driving.
Each time she had one of these episodes (which was basically every week) I would be pretty traumatised. I think this is why I now have PTSD because she was really scary. Sometimes she would trap me in places and not let me out, sometimes she would put herself in danger and sometimes she would threaten to "out" me as a lesbian and she said I was abusing her and using her.
I kept saying I just wanted to be best friends, but I would always keep going back and kept having sex with her. I really enjoyed the cuddling and companionship and when it wasn't there I felt terrible. She kept saying she loved me and wanted to be together and why didn't I love her back and got very angry.
She pressured me a lot with everything. If I didn't do what she wanted, I knew there would be a tantrum, and these were escalating and escalating and becoming more dangerous and I started having some anxiety illnesses. Afterwards she would always be really sorry and cover me in attention and affection and I didn't have a Mum or anyone else really to speak to in life, so I felt I needed this.
In the end things escalated to a point they couldn't continue. My boss had words with me because she was showing up to have tantrums at my work, and I was off sick a lot because of it. My flatmate had said he thought she was a psycho and I had to get away from her. I'd seen the GP for my anxiety and been referred for counselling and the counsellor told me she was really psychologically dangerous and highly manipulative and I had to leave.
So after one of the very worst tantrums, I did leave and I completely stopped seeing her cold turkey. She harassed me for weeks after this and alternated between sending me love letters and gifts, to making calls to threaten me and hanging up. She tried contacting my family and work to make my life miserable and I got very, very sick from stress. During that time I was so scared of her I just wanted her to go away, but I also really missed her.
My brain found it really hard to process, because there was two versions of her: the lovely one I needed and was best friends with and the terrible one who did terrible things and scared me. I often felt really confused and when my counsellor or flatmate said negative things about her I felt defensive of her.
When she got a new girlfriend, which was fairly quickly, I was devastated. She showered all the same attention on her which she'd given me and she was blasting on social media how in love she was within about a week. I felt like nothing, and that time was the worst I have ever felt. I felt like actual physical pain and didn't think anything but seeing her would relieve it.
Things eventually got a little better, and she wrote me a letter to say she'd only been so crazy because she loved me and I wouldn't give her a full relationship. So a part of me has always wondered if I did the wrong thing. I'm not gay and don't feel romantically attracted to women, but I felt almost addicted to her and I really don't understand why. She made me feel so good, so I wonder, did I get it wrong and was this love?
Over time, I stopped contact and got on with my life, but I never really felt happy again since. I am anxious all the time and never feel relaxed ever. I am very depressed and everything I used to enjoy I can't enjoy anymore. I am very jumpy, and got lots of physical ailments and my immune system is kaput. I am miserable.
This was all a couple of years ago and I wonder sometimes what really happened. My counsellor at the time said it was a toxic or abusive relationship and she had groomed me when I was vulnerable and that's why I felt such a powerful need for her. Part of me wonders though that if I felt such a powerful need for someone and deep connection, did I make a mistake by not being with her and giving her what she wanted?