IrishMist
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I can try my best to explain it from my own experiences and perceptions. Before I do though, I want to stress that in no way do I recommend this kind of relationship for another; even if I think they could handle it, I would tell them to run pretty fast in the opposite direction. Calling myself a masochist; whether it be physical, mental, emotional, or psychological does not, really, explain fully what I am, where I am, or why I am this way. Masochist just seems like a lame word; just as the word sadist to me seems lame when using it to describe my late husband. I am a very…violent….person…physically, emotionally, mentally, and psychologically. Not because of anything that happened in my raising; my parents were wonderful, wonderful, people…It just seemed like I was always missing a part of myself growing up, and the feeling of that hole left me very angry to the point that I was a walking time bomb around anyone, family included. By the time I was a teenage, I was so violent that a single look from a stranger could set me off. To top this off, my attacks were not limited to verbal; they were extremely physical. My late husband was a lot like me; extremely violent; physically, mentally, emotionally…all of it. It’s what first attracted me to him; the feeling of uncontrolled violence about him. The difference between he and I though was that he was able to control his anger; able to channel it into something good, instead of something wrong; like me. It’s one of the most important lessons he ever taught me in the time we were together; how to control myself and channel all that energy into good instead of bad. Within our relationship, he knew the exact look, word, phrase, smile to use at the exact right moment to bring me to the point that I wanted to do physical violence. He would often do this deliberately in order so that I could release all the energy within me. He was strong; physically, he could handle me with an arm tied behind his back…he never held back; and he never tried to…soften his words or blows because he knew that that was not what I needed. Emotionally, he was able to bring me to my knees in pain from something he would say or do; my reaction to the pain would be to strike out at him; which is the reaction he was hoping for. When it was over, I would often be so wrung out physically and emotionally that I literally could not move from wherever it happened to be that he left me at that time. One time, I spent days curled in a ball trying to come to terms with what had been said and done. He never did this to bring me down though. It was always with the intent to lift me past the anger, the darkness, the violence…so that I could find a calm place within myself; and eventually, discover what it was that I felt was missing from within me. It worked. It probably would not work with others. But for me, it worked.
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