Month: February 2013

This is a post i recently left on my TF2 clans page (even though i seldom play, let alone enjoy playing, video games these days, my TF2 clan runs a good forum). Apparently some people found my latest post amusing.

Years ago i bought a copy of Risk 2210. Unfortunately i never played it and i figure that if i haven’t played it by now, i probably never will. Apparently most board games require ingredients called, “friends” or “suckers” or even, “small children that are kidnapped and dragged into my bunker.” And since i have very few of any of these (and have since been asked to stop referring to the small children that i kidnap and drag to my bunker as “friends”), i have decided it’s time for me to give away my rather large collection of used teefs as well as my copy of Risk 2210.
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I’m talking to him a couple of weeks ago. He’s one of the many people that have helped me salvage my objectivity and has helped me understand, not just the process of grieving, but he’s helped me identify some of my behaviors such as how and why i allowed my dignity to be eroded to the degree that i did and why i was incapable of recognizing it for what it was. He knows a thing or two about relationships and communication. His doctoral thesis was on the methods and differences between how men and women communicate. He’s spent two decades talking to people, to couples and many of them are genuinely afflicted with some type of clinical psychological ailment.

He’s just told me a story about a previous client who had been married seven times. She was a survivor of childhood sexual abuse. As he’s telling the story, people that I know come to mind- people that are addicted to what’s called NRE (New Relationship Energy). They are often husks parading as polyamorists- incapable of any sort of sustained or sincere love.

But because of two events in my life that were instigated by the adult survivors of childhood sexual abuse and because of a friend of mine whose friend of twenty six years simply stopped communicating with her (her friend is also a survivor of abuse), i saw a pattern. From that, a question emerged.

So i asked him, “In your experience, is it common for survivors of childhood sexual abuse to abruptly end relationships without even attempting to see what can be done to repair them?”
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