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I've made one or two posts in the past asking how to deal with the jealousy and insecurity of this lifestyle. It's a lifestyle I believe in, but I never anticipated it would be this hard. But in the past few weeks, the context for this jealousy and insecurity has completely changed. Maybe the advice would still be the same, but with all that's changed, I feel like there has to be more.
So, I freaked out during a threesome (I'm gonna be light on details here) and by happy coincidence, I had my therapist the next day. As I was telling her about it, this childhood memory came up. I started shaking and crying; it was violent and sexual. It wasn't exactly a repressed memory; it's not like I had forgotten it happened, but I was kidding myself that it was just an unpleasant thing from the past that had no effect in the present. I had to try and work out how it related to the threesome freakout, and while there were certain parallels, for the most part, it was simply that sex itself was a trigger. I have never had a normal sex life, and it would seem that trauma is the reason.
This narrative of sexual imposter syndrome has embedded itself in my psyche. I feel like someone who doesn't get to have a sex life, and any attempt to live differently is dishonest and stressful. So I made the decision to step back from sex for a while. It feels empowering for it to be my choice, I don't have that stressful feeling of being an imposter participant. And it's easier for my wife to do whatever she wants without me, because most of my stress was about being involved.
*Most of...*
We always had this difficulty where even talking about it was stressful. But I have relaxed since stepping back, and she's relaxed and has been having a good time too. But last night I was triggered again when she started talking about spending the night with a guy. She's never done that before, so that was an escalation. In the interests of not freaking out, I told her to do whatever she wanted, and that I would deal. She told me that she didn't want to, but felt obliged, since he'd paid for a hotel room, but she'd always prefer sleeping to sleep at home.
Knowing that made me a little happier, but I still wasn't happy about the situation.
From being in denial of my trauma, I can tell you that the mind makes up stories to justify why we're upset, when we don't know, or are in denial of why we're upset. And so even though I am in a place where I could process and analyse it, in the moment, I had a whole lot of false beliefs around why this upset me. They might be false, but there's a clue in everything.
At first, I swore she'd promised to stay the night, but when I questioned that, I couldn't remember ever having that discussion.
It also felt like rejection. When I was feeling insecure, she'd always assured me that I was the one she was coming home to, now she literally wasn't. We're hierarchical, we're married, she just likes to have her fun, and I'd like her to as well. But staying the night feels more like romance than fun.
See, clues, in all that, there's the rejection.
There's really no reason to associate staying the night with romance; people stay the night with casual lovers all the time... or so I am told. Remember when I said I had never had a normal sex life? Yeah, I have no sense of what people do. I am damaged goods. I don't get to have what she takes for granted, what this guy took so for granted that he paid for a hotel room.
And while stepping back is healthier than plugging away in denial, getting more and more stressed, and it's empowering that it's my choice, it has its drawbacks. I miss human touch, and I don't get the validation of another human being choosing me. I can tell myself that this does not support the idea that I am not good enough, because it's a choice that I made, that's really hard in moments like these.
I figure that trauma recovery is never absolute, and we all have to decide what recovery means to us. Absolute recovery would mean getting to a place where the trauma may as well never have happened, and that's just not possible. So I am still trying to figure out what my version of recovery will look like. The scary thought is that I never get to have the sexual confidence to be wanted, and that recovery will mean making peace with that. I have people other than my wife, who I can talk to about this, and they tell me it gets better. I am sure it does, But will better mean swallowing my sadness at being so close to the warmth of human sexuality, yet so far?
I don't need to be told the future, to be told what my recovery will look like, or for someone to do the work for me. I don't need the world to meet me half way, or make concessions. I guess I just want to hear that, provided *I* do the work, I'll be worthy of that warmth. It feels so distant right now. If I say in general that I don't feel worthy, that's treated with sympathy, because that's something we all feel from time to time. But it's also treated as the irrational product of a low mood, not something that's being constantly reinforced.
This isn't about what the future may hold; it's about the general principle that everyone is deserving of happiness and intimacy; I guess I want to hear that that applies to me too, and not just in the abstract.
What I like about the philosophy of this lifestyle is the openness. But I am just not feeling the connection that accepts the vulnerability of discussing this in anything other than the abstract.
And likewise, I don't know what "stepping back in" will look like either. I figure something like non-sexual cuddling will help me to trust touch again, but organising that is like herding cats (really not good for that narrative of not being wanted. Wouldn't this be easier if I had a normal, desirable sexuality? Meanwhile, I see on an almost-daily basis that if normal, desirable sexuality is what you have to offer, you can practically just dial someone up.) How do I step back into something that doesn't want me?
So, I freaked out during a threesome (I'm gonna be light on details here) and by happy coincidence, I had my therapist the next day. As I was telling her about it, this childhood memory came up. I started shaking and crying; it was violent and sexual. It wasn't exactly a repressed memory; it's not like I had forgotten it happened, but I was kidding myself that it was just an unpleasant thing from the past that had no effect in the present. I had to try and work out how it related to the threesome freakout, and while there were certain parallels, for the most part, it was simply that sex itself was a trigger. I have never had a normal sex life, and it would seem that trauma is the reason.
This narrative of sexual imposter syndrome has embedded itself in my psyche. I feel like someone who doesn't get to have a sex life, and any attempt to live differently is dishonest and stressful. So I made the decision to step back from sex for a while. It feels empowering for it to be my choice, I don't have that stressful feeling of being an imposter participant. And it's easier for my wife to do whatever she wants without me, because most of my stress was about being involved.
*Most of...*
We always had this difficulty where even talking about it was stressful. But I have relaxed since stepping back, and she's relaxed and has been having a good time too. But last night I was triggered again when she started talking about spending the night with a guy. She's never done that before, so that was an escalation. In the interests of not freaking out, I told her to do whatever she wanted, and that I would deal. She told me that she didn't want to, but felt obliged, since he'd paid for a hotel room, but she'd always prefer sleeping to sleep at home.
Knowing that made me a little happier, but I still wasn't happy about the situation.
From being in denial of my trauma, I can tell you that the mind makes up stories to justify why we're upset, when we don't know, or are in denial of why we're upset. And so even though I am in a place where I could process and analyse it, in the moment, I had a whole lot of false beliefs around why this upset me. They might be false, but there's a clue in everything.
At first, I swore she'd promised to stay the night, but when I questioned that, I couldn't remember ever having that discussion.
It also felt like rejection. When I was feeling insecure, she'd always assured me that I was the one she was coming home to, now she literally wasn't. We're hierarchical, we're married, she just likes to have her fun, and I'd like her to as well. But staying the night feels more like romance than fun.
See, clues, in all that, there's the rejection.
There's really no reason to associate staying the night with romance; people stay the night with casual lovers all the time... or so I am told. Remember when I said I had never had a normal sex life? Yeah, I have no sense of what people do. I am damaged goods. I don't get to have what she takes for granted, what this guy took so for granted that he paid for a hotel room.
And while stepping back is healthier than plugging away in denial, getting more and more stressed, and it's empowering that it's my choice, it has its drawbacks. I miss human touch, and I don't get the validation of another human being choosing me. I can tell myself that this does not support the idea that I am not good enough, because it's a choice that I made, that's really hard in moments like these.
I figure that trauma recovery is never absolute, and we all have to decide what recovery means to us. Absolute recovery would mean getting to a place where the trauma may as well never have happened, and that's just not possible. So I am still trying to figure out what my version of recovery will look like. The scary thought is that I never get to have the sexual confidence to be wanted, and that recovery will mean making peace with that. I have people other than my wife, who I can talk to about this, and they tell me it gets better. I am sure it does, But will better mean swallowing my sadness at being so close to the warmth of human sexuality, yet so far?
I don't need to be told the future, to be told what my recovery will look like, or for someone to do the work for me. I don't need the world to meet me half way, or make concessions. I guess I just want to hear that, provided *I* do the work, I'll be worthy of that warmth. It feels so distant right now. If I say in general that I don't feel worthy, that's treated with sympathy, because that's something we all feel from time to time. But it's also treated as the irrational product of a low mood, not something that's being constantly reinforced.
This isn't about what the future may hold; it's about the general principle that everyone is deserving of happiness and intimacy; I guess I want to hear that that applies to me too, and not just in the abstract.
What I like about the philosophy of this lifestyle is the openness. But I am just not feeling the connection that accepts the vulnerability of discussing this in anything other than the abstract.
And likewise, I don't know what "stepping back in" will look like either. I figure something like non-sexual cuddling will help me to trust touch again, but organising that is like herding cats (really not good for that narrative of not being wanted. Wouldn't this be easier if I had a normal, desirable sexuality? Meanwhile, I see on an almost-daily basis that if normal, desirable sexuality is what you have to offer, you can practically just dial someone up.) How do I step back into something that doesn't want me?