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Ocelot93
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- Mar 19, 2022
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Hey there - thanks for reading. I'm new to this community, though I'm not new to the thoughts and feelings that brought me here. To administrators: my apologies if this post breaks any rules. Im the event that it's not up to snuff, I hope that it's simply removed and that my membership is left intact, as I'm desperate for a forum like this one, like so many of us surely are.
I'm happy to provide more information about my circumstances should anyone like to know (I've posted at length on Reddit over the past year, but have of course had to limit any mention of CTB). In short: I'm a 29 year-old male who formed and swiftly imploded a really wonderful relationship during the COVID pandemic. She and I met during a time when she was temporarily displaced by the pandemic and I had been furloughed. We had, in my opinion, a wonderful, rare connection, fell in love quickly, and moved to a new major market city together so that she could attend graduate school. I didn't cheat on her, abuse her physically, or commit any of the other "terrible" acts that you hear about: I was simply bad at being in a relationship, had some subconscious attachment issues I'd yet to learn, and let things get out of control. I needed more space than I was getting, never asked for that space out of irrational fear of hurting her feelings, and began to resent her as a result. I was great at keeping this inside, but that just caused resentment to build further. Finally, she found many, many texts messages where I'd been telling friends and family about how unhappy I was, how I'd made a terrible mistake, how annoyed I was by this woman, etc. It was a real betrayal, and in that moment it was like she'd never even known me at all. I had to move out of our apartment immediately, and the damage is irreversible.
A short time later, when the dust had settled and my nervous system settled down again, I woke up and said "What the hell just happened / WHY the hell did that happen?" I really, really loved that woman and couldn't comprehend why I'd done what I'd done. I don't have DID or any personality disorders to speak of, but a LOT of time spent with a good therapist + my own independent research has taught me a ton about attachment issues, IFS therapy and subconscious patterns in general. I've learned and grown immeasurably, if I can toot my own horn just a bit, and I know that I could be the person she thought I was now. But that is extremely, extremely unlikely.
If I haven't lost your interest yet, I'll cut to the chase: following that destructive split, I had to move in with my parents in a different city temporarily (or so I thought). The breakup occurred nearly 18 months ago, and I've been fairly certain that I'd CTB for most of that time. I've had loads of talk therapy and some trauma reduction programs, but I can't live with what's happened + the irreversible nature of it all. The shame, the grief. I've been a burden to my family during this time and, albeit less so, probably to friends as well. I purchased a 9mm some time ago and had it confiscated, then purchased another one recently. I've known for a long time that this is inevitable: I've talked and talked about it to no end, I've essentially ended my working relationship with my therapist, and my former partner hasn't reached out in nearly 6 months, and likely won't again. For some time, I've just been waiting for my CTB day to come. The only reason I haven't pulled the trigger (literally) is guilt over the feelings it will cause the people I leave behind. But I'm in loads of pain and this decision is FAR, FAR from impulsive. I'm curious as to what any of you good people out there do / have done to inch toward your big day.
Again, I know this post is a bear; I tried to keep it short, but that's never been a talent of mine. Thank you for any responses; I hope all who read this are well tonight.
I'm happy to provide more information about my circumstances should anyone like to know (I've posted at length on Reddit over the past year, but have of course had to limit any mention of CTB). In short: I'm a 29 year-old male who formed and swiftly imploded a really wonderful relationship during the COVID pandemic. She and I met during a time when she was temporarily displaced by the pandemic and I had been furloughed. We had, in my opinion, a wonderful, rare connection, fell in love quickly, and moved to a new major market city together so that she could attend graduate school. I didn't cheat on her, abuse her physically, or commit any of the other "terrible" acts that you hear about: I was simply bad at being in a relationship, had some subconscious attachment issues I'd yet to learn, and let things get out of control. I needed more space than I was getting, never asked for that space out of irrational fear of hurting her feelings, and began to resent her as a result. I was great at keeping this inside, but that just caused resentment to build further. Finally, she found many, many texts messages where I'd been telling friends and family about how unhappy I was, how I'd made a terrible mistake, how annoyed I was by this woman, etc. It was a real betrayal, and in that moment it was like she'd never even known me at all. I had to move out of our apartment immediately, and the damage is irreversible.
A short time later, when the dust had settled and my nervous system settled down again, I woke up and said "What the hell just happened / WHY the hell did that happen?" I really, really loved that woman and couldn't comprehend why I'd done what I'd done. I don't have DID or any personality disorders to speak of, but a LOT of time spent with a good therapist + my own independent research has taught me a ton about attachment issues, IFS therapy and subconscious patterns in general. I've learned and grown immeasurably, if I can toot my own horn just a bit, and I know that I could be the person she thought I was now. But that is extremely, extremely unlikely.
If I haven't lost your interest yet, I'll cut to the chase: following that destructive split, I had to move in with my parents in a different city temporarily (or so I thought). The breakup occurred nearly 18 months ago, and I've been fairly certain that I'd CTB for most of that time. I've had loads of talk therapy and some trauma reduction programs, but I can't live with what's happened + the irreversible nature of it all. The shame, the grief. I've been a burden to my family during this time and, albeit less so, probably to friends as well. I purchased a 9mm some time ago and had it confiscated, then purchased another one recently. I've known for a long time that this is inevitable: I've talked and talked about it to no end, I've essentially ended my working relationship with my therapist, and my former partner hasn't reached out in nearly 6 months, and likely won't again. For some time, I've just been waiting for my CTB day to come. The only reason I haven't pulled the trigger (literally) is guilt over the feelings it will cause the people I leave behind. But I'm in loads of pain and this decision is FAR, FAR from impulsive. I'm curious as to what any of you good people out there do / have done to inch toward your big day.
Again, I know this post is a bear; I tried to keep it short, but that's never been a talent of mine. Thank you for any responses; I hope all who read this are well tonight.
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