Valyraen
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Rather than make a whole page of response posts, I'd rather make one post that responds to everything so far. Michael, At the time, yes, I developed that tight control to keep a rein on my feelings, because I thought (wrongly, as I'm now aware) that being numb was better than being depressed. I've spent the last eight years or so trying to undo the locks and chains that I wrapped myself in. SunNMoon, Aqua has been an enormous help for me in widening the breadth and depth of my emotionality. She makes me glow in a way that I haven't felt in a very long time (and I'm feeling the prickle of tears at the back of my eyes just writing that) and has been a wonderful influence getting me to lighten up about myself and take everything with a little more laughter. SirDominic, Fortunately, one of the things that never got "switched off" in me was my compassion. I've been the crying shoulder and amateur counselor for many friends and quite a few past relationships, and I count myself very lucky that I could still feel enough, even during my greatest numbness, to be of help to the people I care about. LA, In recent times, balance has become my watchword, as well. It's become a sort of safe ground in which I can come to terms with my feelings, if that makes any sense at all... and it's very comforting to know that there are others out there dealing with the same sort of trouble. Kalbar, I got lucky - my "robot" phase only lasted for a few months (maybe six, as I recall), but I locked myself down hard enough in those few months to leave a lasting impression. I still find myself quicker to irritation than I'm quite comfortable with, but having some life experience has let me put some of my early teenage years into perspective. It's also encouraging to know that there are folks who've battled this demon and succeeded. HutchGarahl, Thank you so much for sharing; I've been on the offspring side of that coin, and it's very tough to deal with a parent who's (apparently) emotionally unavailable. My father was raised by a family of stoics, and only since I went to college have we become comfortable with one another to talk openly. I have thought about counseling, and if I still feel that my expressiveness (or lack thereof) is an issue at some point in the future, I might seek professional help. At this point in my life, though, I think the best thing for me is the relationship that Aqua and I have. smilingjaguar, You're absolutely right; she's a miracle. I've confided things to her that I haven't told anyone else, I've opened up some of the darker doors in my psyche, and she's still here. I'm slowly learning how to trust again, and you're right, it's very, very hard, maybe the hardest thing I've ever done. She's helping me find the person I used to be, and it's a very welcome discovery. myobedience, I've often been accused of over-analyzing things... I live too much in my head (which is what got me into this mess in the first place). The same insights and aptitudes that make me a great person for my friends to come to for advice or sympathy are positively crippling when I try to turn that lens upon myself. MadRabbit, I don't really have the words to describe how strongly your words resonate with me. I never got that heavily into drugs or alcohol (not that I didn't have my wild party nights), but instead buried my head in the comforting sands of a fondness for video games that nearly became an addiction. It was my mother that finally gave me the jerk back into reality that I needed - that, and nearly losing the scholarship allowing me to remain in college. Most of the progress that I've made in becoming a fully functional member of the human race has happened in the last two years since that revelation, including a few sessions with a therapist. I'm still trying to find my balance, and I still slip, but I hold out hope that one day I'll be able to cry again, unashamed. Thank you all for the insights, for the questions, and even for the advice (still also grappling with that young-male problem of stupid pride and never asking for help). I feel better even simply knowing that I'm not the only one grappling with this problem, and heartened that there's hope.
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