Thank you so much midlifecrisis50 for answering my question. It's so incredibly generous of you and helps me a lot.
These notes you jotted down while in MLC are very illuminating for me to read. I came across this account from a man years ago. I hope you don't mind my sharing them, since I seem to spot some parallels, even though of course everyone's experience differs.
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I don't know why I'm writing this. Not for sympathy. Random thoughts from a midlife cricer? I don't know...
Almost a year ago now I woke up felling strange. Something I've never felt before. Like depression mixed with uncertainty wrapped in a knot in my stomach. I brushed it off and went about my
day. Little did I know that life would never be the same again from that moment on.
I started doing weired things. Stuff I'd never done before. Allwith a sense or urgency that rushed me to get them started. Hair plugs, new truck, working out, wanting to leave NOW! Leave! Leave! Hurry!!!
I remember looking on the internet for something to explain my feelings and actions. I looked for male menopause, cancer, brain tumor, etc. I ran across an article on WebMD that dropped me into a fetal position uncontrollably sobbing like a baby. Midlife crisis!! Thank God I wasn't loosing my mind. There's a title for this madness. I'll just take something and be done with it! WRONG!!!
I started systematically ripping my family apart. Finding anything to justify anger. The people I once cherished and protected were victims of my wrath. They trusted me! I can only imagine how they felt when I did something only their enemy could have done. Man that hurts.... They trusted me. Leave! Hurry!!!
And then there's calm...
I see myself in the mirror when I'm raging and I look like a demon. My eyes are black like one big pupil. I don't know that person. I don't like that person.
This happens very subtly. In the beginning you fight against things that now have been embedded as truth. Thoughts enter your mind as impossible. Then you find yourself doing them months later. And you've justified your every move. At first you scold your mind for telling you to "just look into something". Months later you're doing that with ease. It's like seeds planted and sprouting.
And then there's calm...
You wanna know what hurts the worst? You'd think it was the fact that you've lost the people you've loved. You'd think it was because you've ruined yours and their lives. It's not. What will make you contemplate suicide is seeing their faces in pictures when they were your family. You see them trusting and loving the old you. Man that hurts!
What's up with the spelling of words in your head? Say a sentence in your head and then spell out an arbitrary word. Like this: "I really like Starbucks coffee." "s-t-a-r-b-u-c-k-s". It'll drive you nuts! Maybe it's a clue.
I've fought every aspect of this as hard as I could. I've lasted longer that most of the guys in the group. It took me almost a year to call another woman when they did it in the first few months. I guess I'm "better" than them.
There are four days of calm for every sixteen days of anger. That's an average I've noticed. And all it takes is the slightest confrontation to set it off. Do the math and you'll get a feel for how my poor family lived.
And then there's calm...
I didn't ask for this. I didn't wake up one day with aspirations of ripping my family apart!
I've reached the level of anger recently that had me envision what I was about to do. Like a third person view off my actions. I proceeded to accomplish my thoughts only to catch myself at the last second and do something else just as vicious. I sometimes think that's what it set me about to do in the first place but knew I had to be tricked. I would have never thought of that. One things for certain - This was D-Day. The day that it really ended and I graduated to the next level with honors.
Here I am now. I'd like to think that I've sunk to the bottom and the only way now is up. But I've been here before. It'll get deeper. One things for sure, I hurt my wife and child more than I ever imagined I could. More than I can stand anymore. But I can't end it here. I'll have to watch as they suffer now. It's unbearable!
I know this for sure. 100% of the men that go through this do recover. The men I personally spoke to that have went through this say the first year is the worst. You start to see daylight at a 18 months and can live fairly normal after two years. TWO YEARS!!!!
I'll heal. Eventually. I'd like to think I'm better that the others and can get "normal" faster than the average man. I don't know. I'll keep trying. I've probably lost my mind and I'm the only person that doesn't know it. I wonder if crazy people can tell their crazy?
And then there's calm...
I thought people knew me. I've learned that, with some, it was no problem forgetting everything I've done and begin hating me. I understand though.
You think there's pleasure in ripping the heart out of the person you've sworn to love, honor and protect!!!? You think there's comfort in hearing your son say "don't talk to me anymore"!!!? Let me tell you something - I'm in the fetal position while everyone thinks I'm chasing wh*r^s and having fun. It's madness!!!
Please stop! I can't take any more! My words don't even mean anything! LIAR! LIAR! CHEATER!!!!! Please stop... Dear God make it stop!
As of this day I have never touched another woman. I can't bring myself to that level. I know everyone doesn't believe that but it's true. It's probably just a matter of time. I'll keep fighting because I'm afraid of what's behind the next door if go there. Total implosion? Drugs? Disease? Living on the street? I need sit still and let some time pass now.
All I can do is work now. I can't hurt anyone or do anything stupid where I'm at. I need to put some time between then and me. That's all I can do now besides watch it explode.
I know I'm in here somewhere. I feel the old me from time to time. Soon I'll grab hold of him and have him pull me out. He just won't get close enough. Maybe later?
I'M SO SORRY!!
I'M SO SORRY!!
I'M SO SORRY!!
I'M SO SORRY!!
I'M SO FREAKING SORRY!!
You wake up everyday having to really think about how you left off the night before. I think that's because your old mind wants it to be a dream.
How's my son going to learn to be a man if I'm not there to teach him!!???
t-e-a-c-h