Yes @Chris one day at a time is all anyone can do. Glad to hear you’re doing physio, it will do wonders in the long run. I have a friend that has had knee and hip surgery and didn’t keep with the physio because she found it painful, and now she suffers terribly for it. She now has referred pain in her back and ankle and the whole thing has turned into a long running medical saga.
It’s interesting that you commented that yourself and your hubby are on different pages, I feel like my hubby and myself are on completely different book shelves. It’s damn frustrating at times.
You’re right about therapy, it does wipe me out, the sessions have been pretty rough lately. Last week after the session I just sat in my car and stared out the window for 3 hours (crying on and off) before I felt even close to be able to drive home. There’s always plenty of stops on the way home, I’ve even parked beside a lake and slept a few times. I got home just a few minutes ago, as much as I hate being here, it is better than being on the road.
My husband sort of knew about my past, a very glossed over version. I only ever told him that there were 2 sexual assaults but never gave any detail. Now he knows about all of them, (in graphic detail) the group assault when I was 8, the single assault a couple of weeks later by one of the members of the group, another assault at 10 and then when I was sexually abused for 18months while aged 11 and 12. I don’t think my husband quite knows what to do with this information, to say the dynamics of the marriage have changed would be an understatement.
I never really grieved the loss of my son properly, something else that I’m confronting now. Like I said before, I didn’t have any support back then and I always felt that I wasn’t allowed to grieve. While everyone else fell apart I had to be the strong one, but I can’t be that anymore, there’s too much going on and I’m just not strong enough to handle it all, it seems that it is my turn to crumble. I miss him terribly, I look at his friends, and his brother and sister and wonder what he would have been like now, it all seems so incredibly unfair.
Sorry to hear your hubby is unwell, I like that you said you “carry on as normal, whatever that is”. It gave me a little chuckle, my goal when I started therapy was to “just feel normal” - I still have no clue what exactly that is.
Your last post sounded more relaxed, like maybe you’re feeling a little better, I hope so. If it helps to keep talking, I’m very happy to chat, you may be right, I think we do have a connection. Please know you’re not alone, sending big hugs ❤️❤️