I was thinking back on my life and how starting at about 7 years old I started falling in love with every older guy that I got even a little bit close to. The first one was during the time I was getting sexually abused by my brothers. After that I can not remember a single older man that I wanted to have a relationship that did not involve these same feelings.
I am starting to think that it is part of my defenses. I was sexually abused by my father, uncle and other older men at a very young age. I feel like I would put my self in situations to fall in love with older men because at least then if they did abuse me I was asking for it and wanted. It couldnt hurt as much if it was something I wanted. I expected all older men to want to have sex with me so what better way to avoid getting hurt like I did in the past but to be in love with those men have it be something I really wanted.
I honestly dont think I know how to relate to older men that want to be close to me except for in this way. Another part of it is that I dont have to trust you to have sex with you. I can be close to you and feel some connection without having to really open myself up and trust anyone which is the thing I am most scared to do. I also get their approval because guys like sex whether its the best they had or the worst they had they like sex. So its an easy way to get their approval.
I think the feelings are even stronger with my P because I have known him for so long and he knows so much about me, but the truth is that he doesnt know the real me. I feel like I have all these walls build up that I have never let anyone get through and in the last session I let my P just peek over the wall and he didnt run away screaming and it felt good. I have never experienced that before. But at the same time its scary as hell.
And another part of me is saying that yes I do want that feeling again and I want it to stay but who am I if I am not the crazy psycho girl who falls in love with older men? If my P takes that away from than who am I? That is a scary thought because that is how everyone knows me and how I know myself. That is my identity and if I loose my identity then I am no one.
Luckily the fear is still less than the excitement of what happened in the last session so I am going to try to continue moving forward. But this is the stuff that has been going through my head today and I had to get it out since it will be three weeks before I get a chance to get it out in therapy.
I am not sure if any of it even makes sense cause sometimes my head just goes crazy on me and thinks make more sense inside my head than it does once its down on paper.