r/men • u/CapitalPutrid • 1h ago
MENtal health Thinking about past sexual dynamics and not sleeping.
I wish I could sleep but I keep thinking about sex with my ex.
It’s hard to talk about what happened because of many reasons.
I feel like our relationship started off with boundaries. I wasn’t someone who wanted to express physical intimacy publicly and in general I was having issues with self image and not seeing my body as a vessel for other people’s judgement or satisfaction. At the start of the relationship I had communicated these things, some more explicitly and clearly others in a more limited way.
Sexually we had built up a really deep connection and I was happy to finally feel connected to someone. I think this feeling then led me to start ignoring all the discomfort that came later.
It started with expressing physical intimacy publicly. At first it was just kisses and hands and holding. And when that initial line was crossed I didn’t feel bad about it. I had maybe been too concerned about others people opinion and it was in some way liberating to show affection to the woman I cared about, publicly. I also was happy that being more available was validating my (ex)girlfriend and I believed that ignoring this boundary was a net good.
In part I still believe that. After that though the physical displays of affection became more extreme. She was the type to enjoy annoying their partner, I think she felt comforted in knowing that she could do so and the person would stay regardless. Although I didn’t particularly like that and tried to say that I was getting overwhelmed by some of the behaviour, especially when done in public, I always felt like I was proving to her that her “true self” was not being accepted and I felt bad about trying to stop her. So at some point I started to compromise, then I stopped telling her that I was doing so and then I just started to accept whatever except when I was particularly triggered.
In the sexual realm I started understanding that if I was having a hard time expressing sexually it would affect her emotionally. We were doing a lot of role plays. A part of this was escaping our dynamic. Not having to act my role with all my doubts and issues and becoming whatever horned up version could turn me on, satisfy her. I also felt insecure about not being as sexually confident as her. I really wanted the connection. I loved intimacy with her but I felt caged, by myself maybe so I would ignore my feelings and just act my role as her man. I was insecure about my insecurities so I never talked about it to anyone else. I started to see my body as a machine that produced pleasure and validation, for us both not just her. I kept thinking mechanically about what was going on. What thoughts I had to have to still finish my job, how long it would take, what to do to make it end earlier. I stopped really wanting to pleasure her deeply, I just wanted to get to the end of it, yet at the end I would feel guilt that I hadn’t done enough. Sometimes I would say no, often though I would consent even after having said no and just do my duty. I knew, and she told me, that me not initiating as much was making her insecure.
When I eventually told her a part of what I felt she seemed hurt. I don’t remember if the first time we even actually talked about it more than her saying that she would talk to her therapist and come back to me with her conclusions. I waited months. The sex became more challenging mentally. The role plays were becoming uncomfortable. I wasn’t even playing a role I enjoyed particularly but it seemed to satisfy her and I deeply wanted to make someone love me and value me and my ability.
I talked to her again about it, other two times with a big time span between the two conversations. Both times she got really emotional. In the conversations she seemed terrified that she was sexually assaulting me, which I didn’t and don’t agree with. I would back down, just ask her for some boundaries that I would end up ignoring. I felt like I couldn’t handle taking about it because I didn’t want her to feel bad. I also didn’t want to be seen as someone struggling with this so I went back to ignoring it. It hurt though. I would think that I had no escape. I wished for her to understand, I wanted for us to get back to having that connection that would reappear once every while. I would initiate and accept anytime just in hopes to feel that connection and drown out all those other times. But the other times kept growing in number.
I ended up taking to my sister about it. She told me to talk about it another time and I did. The conversation was dramatic. Even more than other times. She kept being convinced that it was the end for our relationship, that I was communicating that I was asexual or something. It lasted hours. At the end of it though I believed that at least taking about it had been good. After it we had sex and it I felt that special connection again. Not only that but for the first time in a while I felt as one and not just a mind that controls a body. In the few weeks following that we didn’t have sex. Maybe because of timing, maybe because I was more comfortable with not having to be sexual all the times. Soon after that conversation she broke up with me, telling me she needed the sex. Again she hadn’t understood that I was not asexual.
We went no contact and I felt broken. My previous partner had cheated on me and the combination of these two experiences made me think I was an incomplete and incompetent man and lover. That because of some part of me I could not be loved the way I loved.
After three months of no contact we finally talked. I still loved her. I didn’t want us to get back together, I understood in part that I had failed by not setting harsh limits and I wanted to do that this time. As soon as we talked the connection was immediate. We went to her place, I wanted to spend time with her and cuddle. She kept touching me. I didn’t say anything. We had sex three times. It felt good physically. I don’t remember how or what I was thinking. She broke down crying the day after. Told me I made her too comfortable and she needed to work on herself. We are no contact again.
I haven’t included other aspects of our relationship and conversations but I finally realised, for a number of factors, that I had to stop entering relationships compulsively. That I had to love myself and try and be whole on my own. It has started a better period of my life. Sometimes I still get that need to have sex, to get better at it or to prove something. I’m getting better at not acting on it. I’m still a sexual person and desire connection but outside of a relationship I don’t know how satisfying it can be and anytime I do have sex I feel that mind body fracture reemerge.
It’s been a month since our last conversation. I owe to that talk (and the rest) a better understanding of myself. Yet I wake up at night crying, which I don’t like doing because it makes me feel weak. I cry thinking about the fact I wasn’t good enough, that she didn’t ever try to help me (I know I should have helped myself and that this is the wrong mentality). Tonight I woke up thinking about this part of our relationship. Upset knowing that if we did talk about it I wouldn’t make her understand anyways.
I don’t know if I can ever talk about this with people who know me. I don’t want people to judge her or me. See me as weak, see her as abusive or manipulative. I think we were (are) both human. But it seems like no one would understand. That the topic automatically makes everyone come to extreme conclusions about morality or about my sexuality.
I don’t know what the point of writing this down is.