Struggling—
I don’t really know. I generally think what I was personally battling, and had coped terribly with for years held a very powerful force in my life. My nervous system had been acclimated towards chaos since I was old enough to relate within my family. There was no room for me to have needs or feelings and Avoidance, escapism, and compartmentalization were my main ways of dealing with life from a small child onward. I wasn’t a strongly empathetic person because I avoided my own feelings it was hard to understand other people’s pain.
For a long time after my affair I told people that I thought I was empathetic. But as I have grown to be able to sit and feel my feelings l, my empathy that has really grown a great deal. I can relate to other peoples feelings because I now relate to my own.
So my answer I think is it wouldn’t have made a bit of difference. I mean I knew what I was doing was wrong. I didn’t anticipate the pain I would inflict on him. And most ws have these justifications—he won’t find out, he doesn’t love me anymore, he just keeps me around so he has a maid. I had built my resentments (based on a skewed perception) into entitlement.
It was me who made myself small in all of it. I was always afraid to take up space in my relationships. I kept my needs to myself to the point I stopped identifying them. I was really dead inside. I didn’t care about myself much less anything external in my life going on.
I do not think this excuses what I did. I don’t think it takes away whatever labels anyone wants to put on it. It was the most cruel thing I ever did to anyone. I just don’t think at the time I was capable of understanding it on the level I do now.
I think naming what you felt is so valid. I also understand why some people do not feel that’s the label they would put on it in their own circumstance. That’s why I don’t really mind how people want to name their experience. I know there is no universal correct way to feel.
[This message edited by hikingout at 8:07 PM, Friday, August 21st]