Everything here is relevant; anything you say is part of your process of trying to cope with your abuse and the damage that was inflicted on you. You’re not a mess, you know you need help; you’re here after all. Isolation in the face of everyone around you, you cut everyone off, that way you don’t have to feel, just exist just going through the motions hoping one day it’ll all be over? Same here for me just being able to ramble and waste bandwidth on MS means a lot, being able to say things to people that you’ve never told a soul and might never tell anyone else, it’s a liberating experience not sure who (on MS) sorry can’t remember right now but said something to the effect that just being able to write concisely about your feelings is very therapeutic, isn’t it? You have to examine them as you; right, you have to be honest with yourself, you’ll actually be able to look at yourself in the mirror 1 day without trying to turn away. See that’s why I could no longer deny my abuse, I could no longer live with things I’ve done to those I loved, and in order to make things right, as right as I could, I had to face all my demons, not just the abuse but all the family issues, all the pain I’ve caused people, not just emotional mind you but physical as well, I never beat the kids or the wife but I hurt lots of people, I even stabbed a guy. I had to accept who and what I was so I could share, so I could learn things that I should have learned growing up, sex does not equal love, love does equal trust.

Cee

Yea, this just wrighting whatever come. What ever is going on is therapeutic. I think I am realy cut off from my self to a point of not even knowing it. As I get it out and risk pushing the submit button it becomes real some how. I go back and read some of what I wrote as I review your feedback and it's like I am getting to know myself. I am working hard at tuning in around my family and that's paying off. I am starting to read your abuse story's and it is so heavy what has happen to so many of us. I keep thinking my story is no big deal compared to some of your story's. But the effects in my life tell me I must be mistaken. I am starting to realize it was not just one event but a patern of abuse and trauma that set me up for csa. I think I was around 14 but I can't put the time line togeather vary well. my reaction was so extream it was all I could think about. My life became only about coping. The early ca traumatic events prepared a way for me to split off from myself. When the csa happened I split in two. No more me I realy did become we.
I can't believe I am actually writing this. Well it is true. My early trauma taught me how to disappear into my own world. The cas fractured it all to hell. Even my iner safe world went to hell. No more safety any were. I had to becom a fortress and learn how to protect my self from every one every thing even my self. That was long ago and I can't be hurt any more but the fortress remains and part of me can't seam to walk out in to the sun. This part of me looks out for the fortress. And keep watch over the land from the safety of the keep. Of corse none of this is real and yet it is somehow. I would like to "un split" but the parts don't seam comparable. Like oil and water. No that's not it I am fine if I, or we combine in the fortress of my sole. But I have only let my wife come close to me there on rare ocation. When we go away some ware and I drink. It's like I get the guard drunk and I can show her a side of my self that even I really see. These times seam to bring us closer as a couple. I wish I could just be that person all of the time. On second thought no I don't. Highly unpredictable and random. He talked about the word love being a broken word and other ramblings of the hart. Can't say I disagree with that but it must all be taken with a grain of salt. What ever that means.

I don't see my self as one who has mpd, but that being said. Something's clearly not right with me.

I am thinking this will all work out as I get into wrighting out my story or working it out with a T.

Just reflecting on the next thing

Peace to all, even to the parts of us yet free and whole.

M.

SS see I think if I were ever to see a shrink I would more than likely be diag’d with DID, see I’m like “can’t_remember” I’ll never remember like that it’s like flipping through a photo album, page after page of photos of me being raped or betrayed, for me that doesn’t matter, what matters is that I accept who and what I am now, and that I feel whole again. I’m in the process of putting everything right in my life by me, not someone else’s eff’d up standards. I’m finally able to think of myself first not selfishly but in normal terms, 40+ years of PTSD, and it’s finally over, except I have to tell mom to go to hell! See I have flashes of my past, it’s like pictures, I hear voices also, things they said, I never said a word.

Dude you are “right in the head” no one knows what another goes through and in a child’s mind, you do what you have to survive. See for me little chris died before he could find out he was alive, little chris put me together to face the challenges of the world, I could have done better, but I’ve realized I don’t want to be anywhere but right where I’m at. little chris was so tortured that when he created Cee, Cee had to trust, couldn’t love, could only explore the dark emotions but I could trust, blind trust that’s what the perp said, just like I liked it, so I was a “sissy” I was this mish-mash of a person, until I could see I was so much more, until I knew “no one could do me no harm” once I was over the fear it was all downhill for me. I could finally see myself, I knew little chris was dead, but he conceived me in an act of survival, an act of love, it was his only way out, and to protect me from harm he waited 40+ years to talk to me, it’s so sad, he never had a chance at “normalcy” but I can cry for him, he never could, hell I never cried until a couple of months ago, and I think that’s why I can do it now it’s over finally over for me.

Good Luck!!!
Cee

Btw its weird I’m in Seattle right now?

Hay cee. Thanks for normalizing this for me a bit. I don't have the time right now but I will respond to your post a bit later. I think you have given me a real direction to think towards.

Peace hope and life to all of us, m

Hay cee
Hope all is well with you

Yea so the DID assessment is righ. I went through this about six years ago.
Looked into the idea of mp and low and behold I started talking to my self or parts of my self. They did all of the talking, fealings thoughts emotions. It was wild. Animated fragments of the mind. I gave them a voice and the would not shut up.
In my head was life hope fear dread good and evil. Got a bit out of control for me.

I went to a T who was well quite gifted. 6 session later and some home work and the voices and a lot of negative thinking was gone.

A few days ago I started rambling here. And this is the stuff that came out.

Ok good to know what's just under the surface.

I was afraid today. I have always wanted to know what's under the hood. But

The T closed some door, did some time with the little iner child, made him safe.

Things are nicely tucked in. So I conclude I keep it that way.

My wife dose not need another go around like the last time I looked under the hood.

My loving wife want me to do what ever it takes to get whole but that could kill me. That's a lie but it look like I still believe it.

Oh we'll, shutting the hood for now anyway.



m

btw
my wife told me tonight that I have been acting like a ten year old the past few days. Made me laugh. I have just been working on being more present and real.

All is well with me.

Take care

Also - I am starting to trust thanks to all of you and yes thanks to this ms forum.

Just read my last post sound nice but the truth is this ca venom is stuck in my head and is slowly killing me. Time to stat working on this stuff for real this time.

SS it’s so fucked up how delusional we get check out: http://www.malesurvivor.org/board/ubbthreads.php?ubb=showflat&Number=418902&#Post418902
See and at the same time I know I’m still trying to push the wife out the door or more importantly get her to throw me out. Never really acted out, just I can really relate to the 10 year old reference, man I’ve acted like a 2 year old most of my life. People just can’t imagine what the mind can come up with to keep on keeping on. Just like I posted know I would give up everything to be normal, to not know this shit, to not know the betrayal or how fucked up my family was because of one sick man (grandfather), and just be normal, you wonder not only who little SS/chris was but who you would have been what could you have done? Cause I know what I’ve accomplished as a survivor but what more would have been available to me? I know its wishful thinking just that this shit destroyed all of you, forced your mind to create the current you just to survive the ordeal. I have whole memories and then nothing, of being with one set of in-laws when my mother and her mother went to Hawaii and then nothing; the last time I talked with my dad before he died I asked him what happened cause I couldn’t remember and he told me I stayed with his parents, and I felt that fear, he couldn’t even look me in the eye as he said this. O man the fear growing up, even the dream of salvation was real, just that I couldn’t say a thing, I could never tell anyone, so even after they found out, they did try, just wrong place and wrong time, not hard enough and besides they never cared anymore anyway, I was damaged, I couldn’t be normal, hell I couldn’t even remember, but it didn’t matter they all knew what happened, my cousin came home early from school, she was sick and we lived right across the street, and saw me sucking his dick. My life was over for them, they stopped caring, after that it was all about appearances until I left home @14, they really never were a part of my life again until my dad was dying of cancer and was trying to tell me he was sorry. Now my mom is all alone and is trying to get close to me, sorry bitch; she even went back to school and took psychology; thought she could be my therapist, hell still does; she just doesn’t get it. I needed her to be a mother, nothing less; instead, she’s alone and curses my name when I don’t return her calls.

Cee

Btw I did get to read your original post, thanx!!!

Hay cee, yes it is so much to carry all of the loss rejection humiliation. What could have been, what should have been. So much pain on so many levels.

We must find a systematic way to deal with our wounds and heal. So far for me it's all been on the surface. Some deep healing but not enught of the real deep stuff. I know there are ways to get this healing. I am hope full that we will get better. Every bit counts. Maybe we always carry the scars of what happened but that's ok with me. I just want days in the sun. Maybe that's asking to much. But as I read through all of the anger pain and suffering I also see real healing hope and life giving brake throughs and freedom. The people that seam to be getting better are trying to get better, I can see that.
I have spent a lot of time maintaining and managing the effects of my abuse. Not that this was not a necessary thing for me to do but I am ready to get a hold of the traumatic mess. Piece by piece if I half to. Accept, forgive, put it in Gods hands to sort it out for eternity. Receive true healing into the deepest trauma. I know the is possible. I have seen and experance it. EMDR is another way to get the mind unstuck from traumatic memory's, so natural healing and resolution can occur. I know this works, I have seen it, experance it.

We can get much better then we are, I know this to be true.

Sexualiesd Confusion, Shame, Trama, Layers on Layers of Pain, Isolation, Dayly Trigers, Re Traumatizing Efects of the Trigers,

It can all get much better. We need help. And to get help we need to trust. And that's we're I have been stuck. I am just maintaining all of this shit for some future out come.

I am tired of maintaining. I want to get better. I half to find people who can help me get better.

I don't want to go back through the traumatic memories that made me split off from my self. To much like going into hell again. Real fear I might not survive the truth of just how bad it was. I have to go through at least 5 traumatic events and some how I think there may be more.

I want to get better,

I want all of us to get better.

It's not a race but it is a direction.

I need to set a course to getting the help I need
the help I want and I want it as a gift to myself.

If I die or lose my mind in the process at leased I do so trying to live better then another ten years of maintaining.

Trust Healing Freedom Repeat - That's my plan

I half to try. I think this is doable.

The shame is overwhelming. The though of exposing my shame is probably as bad as reliving the Trama.

We must love our selfs enught to get the help we need to get better.

This is a not going to be easy at all for me. Probably why I haven't gotten there quite yet.

Take care cee

Take care all of you and hang in there

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