crouchingtigress -> When You Hit a Brick Wall of Trust..... (6/26/2006 2:17:12 PM)
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Hi folks, some of you know me, most prolly dont, i dont post much, just come and read and then if a perspective has not been offered ill tend to chime in. Today is not about that though, nor is it about poor me, or he did me wrong, or please help me fix my life, no, today i am writing because i had something sad happen and i could use a little bit of support if you wish to offer it. I met the most lovely boy, and we were moving in a direction i was seriously surprised to find myself enjoying, ...god i am still getting goose bumbs thinking about his lovely smile,... any way, he was brought up in a situation that really fucked with his head, circumstances that would make even the most hardened of hearts melt. I cant call it abuse because to me that makes him, or any one, a victim and honestly being a victim never serves, so i try not to use this word. However when you are brought up in this sort of circumstance often it is all you know, and it is in its own twisted way, it is all that is considered safe, and so you end up creating the same thing for yourself as an adult: people who use you, people who hurt you, and you leave them, but ultimately isolate yourself because you know your better then that, but you just dont know how to shift gears...how to create a better life for yourself. Enter me, I have been though a lot, rape at a young age, forced prostitution, heroin addiction, blah blah blah....and ill be honest i am doing great. I live a life i love with friends i adore, and my dream job, that leaves me lots of free time ect...so i really, honestly thought i could help.... But what i am so sad about, and why i am writing to share from my heart, is that almost immediately his trust issues came up, and it was like a brick wall....there was no getting over, digging under, coaxing him over to me, or even parachuting down.... I am ok, yes i love this boy and i am hurting, but that is the risk of love and it will most likly pass in several days leaving just the wonderful memories in its wake...but i am so sad for him. I know i cant "save" him and its silly to try ect...but i am still just sad, and angry that folks do this to their kids and fuck them up so soundly.... I know he reads some collar me things, so he may read this, if you wish to write him some encouragement to step out of the box, or if you have a sense of who i am and wish to essentially put in a good word...i would be greatful. Maybe some of you came from that place where trust was a terrifying thing, and it had to look an exact way, and maybe you some how moved through that with the help of some one else and have a story to share... Anyway here i am putting it all out there for y'all to see...thank you for taking the time to read and/or write..... ~Amy
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