First-timer
Posted: April 18th, 2013, 4:42 pm
Greetings from Maine!
First of all, I would like to take a moment to thank Paul and all of you for giving me the courage to do this. "You are not alone" is not so trivial, as a lot of us know. Though I've been battling depression (officially) for the past 8 years, I'm finally realizing that I'm truly not alone, though sometimes it is certainly difficult to feel that way. I'm currently taking SSRIs, and seeing my therapist biweekly.
Cue the "nobody gives a shit" self-talk!
I'm currently a 29 year old full-time grad student working on my masters in teaching physical science, and a supremely proud father of the best 3 year old daughter in the multiverse. ...Of course grad school and teaching are hardly harmonious with my perfectionist tendencies, anxiety, and depression. I live alone (also great for the depression) and have my daughter half of the week. This is a relatively recent development since July 2012, after her mom decided that after six years, she no longer wanted a relationship, thus ending our engagement. This was for the best, though financially brutal.
This experience has been liberating, but challenging as I attempt to redefine and work on myself. As the semester winds down, I'm feeling that hopeless, "I'm not good enough/I can't do this/I'm letting everyone down including myself" pit of despair swallowing me up. I've really struggled with school work, and am greeted with paralyzing anxiety when facing demanding tasks. "Just do it" taunts me to no end. Why am I having so much trouble just doing "it"? Is it really that hard? Certainly topics for later posts.
I'll wrap this "short" introduction with a recent victory.
I came to the recent realization that events in my past were not as I had been perceiving them to be. Thanks to the podcast, as well as others stepping forward (R.A. Dickey just to mention one (see Sports Illustrated)) to discuss sexual abuse from their past. I had never identified what had happened between an older friend and myself as being molested. When I was fifteen, after a night of drinking, he, at eighteen, convinced me to masturbate in front of him. It didn't happen again until a few years later. The occasions following involved him pleading, begging, convincing me until I finally gave in. There were times when he masturbated me, and once when he put his mouth on my penis even after I had pushed him away. He also talked me into masturbating him a time or two. Of course, I was full of shame, embarrassment, and confusion. I told no one until last year. Though I haven't seen him in several years, I have talked to him on the phone (about 2 years ago), and he has sent me the occasional text or facebook message. I decided to confront him about what he did to me. I attribute much of my feelings of inadequacy the the manipulation he subjected me to. I wanted to be just like him. He had an inspiring taste for music, movies, and books. He was super smart, and I just thought he was so cool. He took advantage of that. So I sent him the following message the other day.
"It’s been fourteen years since it first happened. You took something from me, and now I’m reclaiming it. I thought you were so cool. I had so much respect and admiration for you. I wanted to be just like you. It’s taken me a long time to realize that what you did was so manipulative, so calculating, so selfish, so weak. I’m not that fifteen year old boy anymore. I’m letting go of the shame I’ve carried for so long. Half of my life has been devoted to trying to convince myself that it was ok, and trying to dissociate from the pain. Memories of you begging, pleading, rationalizing, convincing. These revisit me with ever-increasing clarity. My refusals, hesitations, tears... no match for your perfectly orchestrated offense. Thankfully, I am not alone. Sadly, neither are you. I’ve been encouraged to confront you by others whom have been molested. Our situation was not uncommon. Not only did you violate my body, but you desecrated my trust. With these words, I am greeted with a satisfying sense of bravery and liberation. You, on the other hand, will be encumbered with cowardice and shame. There is solace to be found here, but it is not for you."
I'm still not I'm feeling completely satisfied yet. He hasn't responded, not that expected him to. That's my huge share. I'm happy with that for a first post.
PHEW!
I'm looking forward to maintaining a presence on the forum, and look forward to supporting, and being supported by you all.
Thank you so much.
-mentalinmaine
First of all, I would like to take a moment to thank Paul and all of you for giving me the courage to do this. "You are not alone" is not so trivial, as a lot of us know. Though I've been battling depression (officially) for the past 8 years, I'm finally realizing that I'm truly not alone, though sometimes it is certainly difficult to feel that way. I'm currently taking SSRIs, and seeing my therapist biweekly.
Cue the "nobody gives a shit" self-talk!
I'm currently a 29 year old full-time grad student working on my masters in teaching physical science, and a supremely proud father of the best 3 year old daughter in the multiverse. ...Of course grad school and teaching are hardly harmonious with my perfectionist tendencies, anxiety, and depression. I live alone (also great for the depression) and have my daughter half of the week. This is a relatively recent development since July 2012, after her mom decided that after six years, she no longer wanted a relationship, thus ending our engagement. This was for the best, though financially brutal.
This experience has been liberating, but challenging as I attempt to redefine and work on myself. As the semester winds down, I'm feeling that hopeless, "I'm not good enough/I can't do this/I'm letting everyone down including myself" pit of despair swallowing me up. I've really struggled with school work, and am greeted with paralyzing anxiety when facing demanding tasks. "Just do it" taunts me to no end. Why am I having so much trouble just doing "it"? Is it really that hard? Certainly topics for later posts.
I'll wrap this "short" introduction with a recent victory.
I came to the recent realization that events in my past were not as I had been perceiving them to be. Thanks to the podcast, as well as others stepping forward (R.A. Dickey just to mention one (see Sports Illustrated)) to discuss sexual abuse from their past. I had never identified what had happened between an older friend and myself as being molested. When I was fifteen, after a night of drinking, he, at eighteen, convinced me to masturbate in front of him. It didn't happen again until a few years later. The occasions following involved him pleading, begging, convincing me until I finally gave in. There were times when he masturbated me, and once when he put his mouth on my penis even after I had pushed him away. He also talked me into masturbating him a time or two. Of course, I was full of shame, embarrassment, and confusion. I told no one until last year. Though I haven't seen him in several years, I have talked to him on the phone (about 2 years ago), and he has sent me the occasional text or facebook message. I decided to confront him about what he did to me. I attribute much of my feelings of inadequacy the the manipulation he subjected me to. I wanted to be just like him. He had an inspiring taste for music, movies, and books. He was super smart, and I just thought he was so cool. He took advantage of that. So I sent him the following message the other day.
"It’s been fourteen years since it first happened. You took something from me, and now I’m reclaiming it. I thought you were so cool. I had so much respect and admiration for you. I wanted to be just like you. It’s taken me a long time to realize that what you did was so manipulative, so calculating, so selfish, so weak. I’m not that fifteen year old boy anymore. I’m letting go of the shame I’ve carried for so long. Half of my life has been devoted to trying to convince myself that it was ok, and trying to dissociate from the pain. Memories of you begging, pleading, rationalizing, convincing. These revisit me with ever-increasing clarity. My refusals, hesitations, tears... no match for your perfectly orchestrated offense. Thankfully, I am not alone. Sadly, neither are you. I’ve been encouraged to confront you by others whom have been molested. Our situation was not uncommon. Not only did you violate my body, but you desecrated my trust. With these words, I am greeted with a satisfying sense of bravery and liberation. You, on the other hand, will be encumbered with cowardice and shame. There is solace to be found here, but it is not for you."
I'm still not I'm feeling completely satisfied yet. He hasn't responded, not that expected him to. That's my huge share. I'm happy with that for a first post.
PHEW!
I'm looking forward to maintaining a presence on the forum, and look forward to supporting, and being supported by you all.
Thank you so much.
-mentalinmaine