Poetic Awakening
05-29-2009, 03:01 AM
Dear Friends,
Wow. I haven't been on these boards since 2006! SO much has changed, but so much has also remained the same (if you know what I mean).
Back then, when my story started, I was able to come out to a few friends. That seemed to take a lot out of me, with being so nervous and such about how the closest friends in my life would respond. Well, I never felt abandoned; however, I feel like some people just wanted to accept the way things were, and forget about it, move on or something. I guess for some people it's easier to accept it if they don't really have to think about it that much. Can't expect everyone to be a miracle worker though! lol
Well, just the other day, I stirred up the past, and finally told my dad about everything that was going on back then. You see, I let them in on some of my problems (like depression, cutting, loss of faith), but I never told them why. I guess they just chalked it up to the stress at school, as I was sort of bombing my college debut. And it turns out, my dad, one of the ones I was most worried about, was so glad I had told him. He felt we were closer, and that felt great. Because even though he won't probably ever want to talk about "it" ever again unless it comes up, he accepted me from where I was coming from. And that's what I needed. Which brings me to the next part...
At the climax of all my problems in '06, I met a wonderful young woman. And right from the start, it was easy to see that we were falling in love. I could tell her everything. And I did. And she was okay with it, though she worried a lot for my well being. Well, that was in July/August of '06, and in December we were engaged. I didn't really see it coming. I had just recently decided that I was a young, bisexual, confused little boy, and now I am marrying the girl of my dreams... things just keep getting complicated, though. **In good ways, and in bad ways. Keep in mind the relationship isn't a bad way!
June of '07: I decided to join the military. Wha-What? Yup. I needed a steady job, as my fiancee and I had been living together since that last November, and also, we needed to start saving for our wedding ceremony. We were dreaming big, if you can imagine. Like, Disney big.
So that October I went off and joined the Marines. I figured I was steady now, with my mental state and with my sexuality. I never forgot I like boys, but I figured since I was happy with my then fiancee, I'd be fine.
And I was, for the most part. In basic training, you don't really have time to think. Not even in the shower, which is what I was a little worried about. So I made it through all that okay. The first three months becoming a Marine... check. Now I just have to do some weapons and field training, and go learn my job skills. Problem was, I received a serious injury 8 days away from graduating what they call MCT, and was put on medical hold for 14 long, hard months. I think I lost a little of my sanity there.
Oh, I forgot to mention that my fiancee and I got married right after boot camp.
So we're married now, and she hears I'm hurt. We're both scared, because in the beginning, you don't know what's going to happen. She did eventually move to the town I was stationed in, so we could see each other on the weekends. And pretty much only on the weekends for 14 months, unless I took leave. And I did only three times, one of which was for our wedding. It was great by the way.
Now let me explain this. I got hurt, two weeks to see a specialist. Then two more months before I had a confirmed diagnosis. Then four more months before I started any therapy, so now we're six months in. Tried the pain pills out, almost got addicted, so I quit them and just deal with the pain... and it's ALOT of pain. For months. About one more month, I get put on a medical board, and then it's just waiting, getting more tests, till I finally get discharged on about my 14th month there. On my 11/12th month, my wife decides to join the military. Yeah I know, right? Unexpected. But it works out. I ended up getting retired before I could even get a job title, and my wife and I get stationed overseas.
Oh, wow, it's May of 2009. Where did all the time go? That's what I was thinking when I was talking to my dad. I thought I was growing up, working things out back then. Then the next thing I know, what do I do? I find the best way to suppress all the progress I had made (which wasn't much, but it was some). I didn't even realize it. Now I have a conversation with my wife about a month ago regarding a friend of mine, and the bisexuality comes up. Somehow, she got the impression it was just a phase. So I tell her, it's not. And she's cool with it, but now she has to think about it again. She thought she was safe (I assume?). She Accepted it, dealt with it when she needed to, and was able to forget about it for nearly 2 years. I guess I did the same thing. But now it's come up again, and I realize I am still confused, and am still conflicted. Because now I have made this image of how I figure I should be in a marriage, even when both parties know of the others orientation, and have this habit of suppressing all those ticks, all the little nuances.
To be honest, I didn't hide them all that well. But being around homophobic men almost 24/7 for over a near year and a half makes you used to it, hiding it. I will admit, I was called feminine a few times. Not sure if I should have been flattered by that or not! lol But I have this complex, and now I am cautious on how to talk to my wife about it, if now is a good time, because we sort of threw it out there in the open, and then went on our merry way, ignoring it because I had to, for my job.
I guess I just needed to vent a little. I can't talk to the same friends I did last time, because things change. At least this board is still here! I love you guys and all that you do for people. It's really inspiring. And I know this is long, but believe me, there's a ton of stuff left out. So take this as the abridged version, if you can believe that, and please feel free to offer your advice/stories if you'd like ;)
Sincerely,
Poetic Awakening
Wow. I haven't been on these boards since 2006! SO much has changed, but so much has also remained the same (if you know what I mean).
Back then, when my story started, I was able to come out to a few friends. That seemed to take a lot out of me, with being so nervous and such about how the closest friends in my life would respond. Well, I never felt abandoned; however, I feel like some people just wanted to accept the way things were, and forget about it, move on or something. I guess for some people it's easier to accept it if they don't really have to think about it that much. Can't expect everyone to be a miracle worker though! lol
Well, just the other day, I stirred up the past, and finally told my dad about everything that was going on back then. You see, I let them in on some of my problems (like depression, cutting, loss of faith), but I never told them why. I guess they just chalked it up to the stress at school, as I was sort of bombing my college debut. And it turns out, my dad, one of the ones I was most worried about, was so glad I had told him. He felt we were closer, and that felt great. Because even though he won't probably ever want to talk about "it" ever again unless it comes up, he accepted me from where I was coming from. And that's what I needed. Which brings me to the next part...
At the climax of all my problems in '06, I met a wonderful young woman. And right from the start, it was easy to see that we were falling in love. I could tell her everything. And I did. And she was okay with it, though she worried a lot for my well being. Well, that was in July/August of '06, and in December we were engaged. I didn't really see it coming. I had just recently decided that I was a young, bisexual, confused little boy, and now I am marrying the girl of my dreams... things just keep getting complicated, though. **In good ways, and in bad ways. Keep in mind the relationship isn't a bad way!
June of '07: I decided to join the military. Wha-What? Yup. I needed a steady job, as my fiancee and I had been living together since that last November, and also, we needed to start saving for our wedding ceremony. We were dreaming big, if you can imagine. Like, Disney big.
So that October I went off and joined the Marines. I figured I was steady now, with my mental state and with my sexuality. I never forgot I like boys, but I figured since I was happy with my then fiancee, I'd be fine.
And I was, for the most part. In basic training, you don't really have time to think. Not even in the shower, which is what I was a little worried about. So I made it through all that okay. The first three months becoming a Marine... check. Now I just have to do some weapons and field training, and go learn my job skills. Problem was, I received a serious injury 8 days away from graduating what they call MCT, and was put on medical hold for 14 long, hard months. I think I lost a little of my sanity there.
Oh, I forgot to mention that my fiancee and I got married right after boot camp.
So we're married now, and she hears I'm hurt. We're both scared, because in the beginning, you don't know what's going to happen. She did eventually move to the town I was stationed in, so we could see each other on the weekends. And pretty much only on the weekends for 14 months, unless I took leave. And I did only three times, one of which was for our wedding. It was great by the way.
Now let me explain this. I got hurt, two weeks to see a specialist. Then two more months before I had a confirmed diagnosis. Then four more months before I started any therapy, so now we're six months in. Tried the pain pills out, almost got addicted, so I quit them and just deal with the pain... and it's ALOT of pain. For months. About one more month, I get put on a medical board, and then it's just waiting, getting more tests, till I finally get discharged on about my 14th month there. On my 11/12th month, my wife decides to join the military. Yeah I know, right? Unexpected. But it works out. I ended up getting retired before I could even get a job title, and my wife and I get stationed overseas.
Oh, wow, it's May of 2009. Where did all the time go? That's what I was thinking when I was talking to my dad. I thought I was growing up, working things out back then. Then the next thing I know, what do I do? I find the best way to suppress all the progress I had made (which wasn't much, but it was some). I didn't even realize it. Now I have a conversation with my wife about a month ago regarding a friend of mine, and the bisexuality comes up. Somehow, she got the impression it was just a phase. So I tell her, it's not. And she's cool with it, but now she has to think about it again. She thought she was safe (I assume?). She Accepted it, dealt with it when she needed to, and was able to forget about it for nearly 2 years. I guess I did the same thing. But now it's come up again, and I realize I am still confused, and am still conflicted. Because now I have made this image of how I figure I should be in a marriage, even when both parties know of the others orientation, and have this habit of suppressing all those ticks, all the little nuances.
To be honest, I didn't hide them all that well. But being around homophobic men almost 24/7 for over a near year and a half makes you used to it, hiding it. I will admit, I was called feminine a few times. Not sure if I should have been flattered by that or not! lol But I have this complex, and now I am cautious on how to talk to my wife about it, if now is a good time, because we sort of threw it out there in the open, and then went on our merry way, ignoring it because I had to, for my job.
I guess I just needed to vent a little. I can't talk to the same friends I did last time, because things change. At least this board is still here! I love you guys and all that you do for people. It's really inspiring. And I know this is long, but believe me, there's a ton of stuff left out. So take this as the abridged version, if you can believe that, and please feel free to offer your advice/stories if you'd like ;)
Sincerely,
Poetic Awakening