doodle55
Mar 30, 2015, 01:34 AM
I joined this site about 5 minutes ago. I've been reading questions & answers for about an hour and am very impressed with the site. I need to give you background before I ask the question I would really like to have honest answers for.
My life has been very happy at times and pure devastation at others. I was sexually abused, by my babysitter's husband for the first six years of my life. Because of his threats, I never told anyone until I was 42. A number of mental health professionals have told me that the abuse started at a pre verbal age (before I was old enough to talk). On the advice of my therapist, I told my parents. Most of the time, I'm sorry I did. They felt responsible and a great deal of pain. I married at 19, a man 9 years my senior. He left me after 9 months for a woman he had been seeing for 6 months. He made awful accusations about my sexual abilities (He was my first). I waited for 2 weeks before I told anyone (my parents). I was single for 10 years. There was a low grade sadness in my life, even before the marriage.
At the age of 30, I married the most wonderful man in the world. We enjoyed the same things and just loved life. He was 17 years my senior. After 2 years of marriage we had a beautiful son. I was the most blessed woman in the world. My family meant the world to me. I loved planning intricate family events and became very outgoing, very giving and very busy with "helping people". Within about 8 years, I began having problems with depression. The short story is that I was diagnosed with severe depression, acute anxiety disorder & PTSD. I had a great physician who prescribed medications that made my life with the depression a lot easier. My happy, energetic life continued.
During the twelfth year of our marriage, I began having nightmares and very vivid flashbacks of my childhood abuse. These became so severe that I could barely function. In the early hours of one morning, I realized that I was experiencing a very real nightmare or the worst flashback I had ever had. At some point I realized I was awake, got out of bed and on my knees on the floor and heard myself begging in a child's voice to please not hurt me any more. My husband awoke and witnessed most of the terror of the flashback. When the episode was over, I had near seizure strength full body tremors for well over an hour. Again, the short story, my husband was unable to handle this horror. He couldn't understand what was happening to me and within a very short time, he wanted a separation. We divorced after 2 years of separation.
Until now, I had never felt such helpless, hopeless loneliness. A couple of years later, I ran into a woman that I had been great friends with in high school, but lost contact with for 30 years. Short story, we became very attracted to each other and ended up being joined in a civil Holy Union ceremony a year and a half later. Once again, all was perfect in my world. I warned her about my depression, first thing, and the fact that it could get better, worse or stay the same. She was not put off by any of those possibilities. My son was our biggest fan, which made things even better. His father had become my best friend. We shared all holidays together, for our son and because of the friendship between he and my partner. Once again, all was right in my world. I won't try to describe the love and happiness we shared, even after my depression became more and more severe. She was always there for me, helped me every step of the way, even when I began losing my memory. The memory loss became so severe that I lost my job in a career I had loved for 30+ years. I qualified for disability, but my main "helping people" outlet was gone. Still my partner stayed right by my side. My son, in the midst of all the job loss depression, became very distant, and within a very short time decided that he hated me. I have yet to learn the reason why, but I have no relationship with him at all. I've seen him once in 2 yr.
Six months ago, I lost my Daddy at 81. I was a huge "Daddy's girl" all my life. His funeral is the one time I've seen my son. He was a pallbearer. Needing to stay strong for my mother, I went about doing all the things that have to be done after a death legally, writing hundreds of notes and helping my Mother emotionally. I remained in a state of shock. After about 3 months, I woke up consumed with grief over Daddy's death. I was all but incapacitated. I didn't eat, sleep, talk any more than necessary, went from my bed to the sofa and back to bed at night. Still my partner stood by me, stronger than ever. In the midst of my grief, I lost my 18 year old cat who had been through more things than I can name with me and always knew when I needed her to be close. With the help of my doctor, my condition became somewhat better, but the depression still lingers. Anger became a part of the depression and I lashed out at people for reasons that only made sense to me.
Three weeks ago, my precious partner sent me an email, while at work, saying that we were going to separate. She needed time to think, a couple of weeks. Two days ago, she told me that our relationship is over and she is moving on with her life. I will never be able to put into words how I feel. The closest I can come is to say that I feel I have lost my life. I never saw this coming, not even in a tiny way. She will not be convinced to go to counseling and try to work this out. After 15 of the greatest years of my life, it's over. I'm living with my Mother right now. She does her best to comfort the pain for which there is no comfort.
For anyone who may still be reading this epic, this is my question. I was raised VERY Baptist who believe the body is the temple of God, and should be kept as such, but never come right out and say that if you commit suicide, you will most certainly not be able to go to Heaven. I have had lots of Catholic friends over the years, quite devout, who say that if you take your own life, you will spend eternity in hell. What should I believe? I've felt suicidal several times in my life, but never went through with it because I needed the answer to that question. I would so appreciate anyone and everyone's opinion. Sorry for the long story. I wanted to explain all that has brought me to where I am today. Thank you.
My life has been very happy at times and pure devastation at others. I was sexually abused, by my babysitter's husband for the first six years of my life. Because of his threats, I never told anyone until I was 42. A number of mental health professionals have told me that the abuse started at a pre verbal age (before I was old enough to talk). On the advice of my therapist, I told my parents. Most of the time, I'm sorry I did. They felt responsible and a great deal of pain. I married at 19, a man 9 years my senior. He left me after 9 months for a woman he had been seeing for 6 months. He made awful accusations about my sexual abilities (He was my first). I waited for 2 weeks before I told anyone (my parents). I was single for 10 years. There was a low grade sadness in my life, even before the marriage.
At the age of 30, I married the most wonderful man in the world. We enjoyed the same things and just loved life. He was 17 years my senior. After 2 years of marriage we had a beautiful son. I was the most blessed woman in the world. My family meant the world to me. I loved planning intricate family events and became very outgoing, very giving and very busy with "helping people". Within about 8 years, I began having problems with depression. The short story is that I was diagnosed with severe depression, acute anxiety disorder & PTSD. I had a great physician who prescribed medications that made my life with the depression a lot easier. My happy, energetic life continued.
During the twelfth year of our marriage, I began having nightmares and very vivid flashbacks of my childhood abuse. These became so severe that I could barely function. In the early hours of one morning, I realized that I was experiencing a very real nightmare or the worst flashback I had ever had. At some point I realized I was awake, got out of bed and on my knees on the floor and heard myself begging in a child's voice to please not hurt me any more. My husband awoke and witnessed most of the terror of the flashback. When the episode was over, I had near seizure strength full body tremors for well over an hour. Again, the short story, my husband was unable to handle this horror. He couldn't understand what was happening to me and within a very short time, he wanted a separation. We divorced after 2 years of separation.
Until now, I had never felt such helpless, hopeless loneliness. A couple of years later, I ran into a woman that I had been great friends with in high school, but lost contact with for 30 years. Short story, we became very attracted to each other and ended up being joined in a civil Holy Union ceremony a year and a half later. Once again, all was perfect in my world. I warned her about my depression, first thing, and the fact that it could get better, worse or stay the same. She was not put off by any of those possibilities. My son was our biggest fan, which made things even better. His father had become my best friend. We shared all holidays together, for our son and because of the friendship between he and my partner. Once again, all was right in my world. I won't try to describe the love and happiness we shared, even after my depression became more and more severe. She was always there for me, helped me every step of the way, even when I began losing my memory. The memory loss became so severe that I lost my job in a career I had loved for 30+ years. I qualified for disability, but my main "helping people" outlet was gone. Still my partner stayed right by my side. My son, in the midst of all the job loss depression, became very distant, and within a very short time decided that he hated me. I have yet to learn the reason why, but I have no relationship with him at all. I've seen him once in 2 yr.
Six months ago, I lost my Daddy at 81. I was a huge "Daddy's girl" all my life. His funeral is the one time I've seen my son. He was a pallbearer. Needing to stay strong for my mother, I went about doing all the things that have to be done after a death legally, writing hundreds of notes and helping my Mother emotionally. I remained in a state of shock. After about 3 months, I woke up consumed with grief over Daddy's death. I was all but incapacitated. I didn't eat, sleep, talk any more than necessary, went from my bed to the sofa and back to bed at night. Still my partner stood by me, stronger than ever. In the midst of my grief, I lost my 18 year old cat who had been through more things than I can name with me and always knew when I needed her to be close. With the help of my doctor, my condition became somewhat better, but the depression still lingers. Anger became a part of the depression and I lashed out at people for reasons that only made sense to me.
Three weeks ago, my precious partner sent me an email, while at work, saying that we were going to separate. She needed time to think, a couple of weeks. Two days ago, she told me that our relationship is over and she is moving on with her life. I will never be able to put into words how I feel. The closest I can come is to say that I feel I have lost my life. I never saw this coming, not even in a tiny way. She will not be convinced to go to counseling and try to work this out. After 15 of the greatest years of my life, it's over. I'm living with my Mother right now. She does her best to comfort the pain for which there is no comfort.
For anyone who may still be reading this epic, this is my question. I was raised VERY Baptist who believe the body is the temple of God, and should be kept as such, but never come right out and say that if you commit suicide, you will most certainly not be able to go to Heaven. I have had lots of Catholic friends over the years, quite devout, who say that if you take your own life, you will spend eternity in hell. What should I believe? I've felt suicidal several times in my life, but never went through with it because I needed the answer to that question. I would so appreciate anyone and everyone's opinion. Sorry for the long story. I wanted to explain all that has brought me to where I am today. Thank you.