thegiraffe
09-30-2006, 05:42 AM
I guess I'm looking for a little affirmation here that I'm doing the right thing.
I'm off at school right now. I go to school about 2 hours away from home, so I live here during the school year. This summer, I got...*ahem*...involved with someone. I knew I didn't want a relationship because I had JUST gotten out of a serious year-long relationship, yet I did the stupid thing and went ahead and got involved anyhow. We didn't have sex (v-card), but there were other...recreational activities. Long story short, I'm not proud of what I did, and I was home this past weekend, and he wanted to...recretionalize. I made up all kinds of exuses why I couldn't, etc, because I didn't want to. I don't like doing things that make me feel guilty, which this did.
Tonight, I was trying to explain to him (online) why I don't want to 'hook up' (as he calls it) anymore. I explained that I'm not comfortable with the friends with benefits thing (which is what it was), and if I can't look at myself in the mirror and still be proud of what I see, I shouldn't be doing that. If I have to convince myself that what I'm doing is OK, normal, etc...I shouldn't be doing it. Well, I did feel guilty and ashamed and all....I KNOW I shouldn't be doing it. He tried to attribute it to my sheltered childhood, saying that I like to be safe, and I'm not comfortable outside 'safe'. That's true, but it has nothing to do with this. I don't believe in intimacy that's not....intimate. I made a promise a long time ago to myself that I was going to keep it under wraps.
I guess some background info would be helpful so you know where I'm coming from (he's aware of this all btw). I was molested twice when I was 12 by an old guy. By old, I mean 90s. He touched me once, then the 2nd time, he whipped 'it' out and wanted me to touch it. I told him no and to put it back in his pants (which I believe to this day preserved my virginity). I was also molested by an older kid when I was 13 or 14, and then when I was 19, I woke up with one of my roommate's male friends in bed, wrapped around me (I sleep like a log and I'm used to things going bump in the night - I think I thought he was my body pillow and ignored it). Imagine my shock to find a hand between my legs and another one up my shirt when I woke up. That was an incredibly traumatizing event because it stimulated the memory of what happened before. Long story short, I made a promise to myself in middle school that I was going to protect what I have left - as far as innocence goes. Well, I've kind of broken that promise, and now I want to try to 'fix' it as much as possible....or at least discontinue the behaviors that are making me uncomfortable.
He tried for a bit to convince me to..recreationalize next time I'm home, but I stuck to my guns. I KNOW I'm right, I guess I just need some affirmation. He swears that it's not no-strings attached and it's attraction AND....'stress relief' (his words, not mine), but....he's not my boyfriend. He WON'T be my boyfriend (we're way too different). Therefore, I have no reason to be intimate with him.
Thoughts?
(and what happened when I was 12, 14, and 19 - I've come to terms with it. It doesn't define me, yet it's a part of me. My philosophy is how can I know where I want to go if I forget where I came from? Yes, it was the hardest thing I've ever gone through, but it made me into the person I am today, and for that I'm grateful).
I'm off at school right now. I go to school about 2 hours away from home, so I live here during the school year. This summer, I got...*ahem*...involved with someone. I knew I didn't want a relationship because I had JUST gotten out of a serious year-long relationship, yet I did the stupid thing and went ahead and got involved anyhow. We didn't have sex (v-card), but there were other...recreational activities. Long story short, I'm not proud of what I did, and I was home this past weekend, and he wanted to...recretionalize. I made up all kinds of exuses why I couldn't, etc, because I didn't want to. I don't like doing things that make me feel guilty, which this did.
Tonight, I was trying to explain to him (online) why I don't want to 'hook up' (as he calls it) anymore. I explained that I'm not comfortable with the friends with benefits thing (which is what it was), and if I can't look at myself in the mirror and still be proud of what I see, I shouldn't be doing that. If I have to convince myself that what I'm doing is OK, normal, etc...I shouldn't be doing it. Well, I did feel guilty and ashamed and all....I KNOW I shouldn't be doing it. He tried to attribute it to my sheltered childhood, saying that I like to be safe, and I'm not comfortable outside 'safe'. That's true, but it has nothing to do with this. I don't believe in intimacy that's not....intimate. I made a promise a long time ago to myself that I was going to keep it under wraps.
I guess some background info would be helpful so you know where I'm coming from (he's aware of this all btw). I was molested twice when I was 12 by an old guy. By old, I mean 90s. He touched me once, then the 2nd time, he whipped 'it' out and wanted me to touch it. I told him no and to put it back in his pants (which I believe to this day preserved my virginity). I was also molested by an older kid when I was 13 or 14, and then when I was 19, I woke up with one of my roommate's male friends in bed, wrapped around me (I sleep like a log and I'm used to things going bump in the night - I think I thought he was my body pillow and ignored it). Imagine my shock to find a hand between my legs and another one up my shirt when I woke up. That was an incredibly traumatizing event because it stimulated the memory of what happened before. Long story short, I made a promise to myself in middle school that I was going to protect what I have left - as far as innocence goes. Well, I've kind of broken that promise, and now I want to try to 'fix' it as much as possible....or at least discontinue the behaviors that are making me uncomfortable.
He tried for a bit to convince me to..recreationalize next time I'm home, but I stuck to my guns. I KNOW I'm right, I guess I just need some affirmation. He swears that it's not no-strings attached and it's attraction AND....'stress relief' (his words, not mine), but....he's not my boyfriend. He WON'T be my boyfriend (we're way too different). Therefore, I have no reason to be intimate with him.
Thoughts?
(and what happened when I was 12, 14, and 19 - I've come to terms with it. It doesn't define me, yet it's a part of me. My philosophy is how can I know where I want to go if I forget where I came from? Yes, it was the hardest thing I've ever gone through, but it made me into the person I am today, and for that I'm grateful).