julietsierra
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ORIGINAL: NastyDaddy An emotional masochist perceives a deep inner "need" to receive emotional sadism.... as they squirm and quiver in dire anticipation of the forthcoming negative deluge at the mercy of the emotionally sadistic dominant... the emotionally sadistic dominant simply says "no" and proceeds to watch a football game instead... I don't know that I perceive a deep "need" to receive emotional sadism. Personally, I'd rather NOT go through all that. It's a HELL of a lot of work. And like someone trapped in the desert, it isn't the desert that's oh so wonderful...it's that glass of water at the end. On the other hand, in my little world, he gets to be exactly who he is. I LIKE him for who he is. I LOVE him for who he is. But I don't get to pick and choose the pieces of him he gets to be around me. He is who he is and that's that. He is an emotional sadist, and while I'm a masochist, I can tell you, I can manage the pain of getting beat MUCH more than I can the emotional pain. But since I like and love the entire man - even that nasty side of him that likes to see me all mixed up and frightened and wondering what the hell I'm doing - I take all of him...and have learned to appreciate him in his entirety. It's not toleration. It's acceptance. And the added benefit is that I get to learn a hell of a lot about me. I get to become a better person out of it all. Going back to that trust thing, I'd say that there are a number of things I don't trust about him. I simply look at the man - what he says and what he does and make a decision. Is the whole of who he is and who I am when I am with him better than that one niggling part that wonders what the hell is happening? I look at what he does and make a decision: Am I in a healthy place in my mind - mild panic notwithstanding. My criteria for that decision is "Am I losing who I am - the person inside that I've always been with or without him?" If the answer ever turns out to be "yes." I'm gone. So far though, the answer is no. I look at my panic...take it out and kind of turn it around in my hands to see what I am really looking at. Since this is something I'm feeling, WHY am I feeling this way? What is it in me that is happening? What is the bigger lesson to be learned from this? Sometimes my panic can be attributable to things happening in my life: onset of colds, pms, a fight with my ex (and when that happens, EVERYONE is a bad guy to me), and things like that. Sometimes my panic is attributable to things other people have done to me that look very similar to what's happening but have no bearing on the present. And sometimes, panic is just me exploring a new idea. I only had one time where the panic was attributable to something he's done...and he sure did it. Before then, I'd have been right with you all lauding the benefits and necessity of trust. After that, I learned that he is who he is...and that when I place all my trust in him - and then he changes to fit what I say I need - that's not trust. That's clout. And I don't want clout. I just want him to be exactly who he is - with no allowances made for me. And for me to be exactly who I am - with no allowances made for him...And then, for me to choose to take exactly who I am and submit to exactly who he is. And I really don't see that as trust in him. I see that as trust in me and my judgment about how I am feeling and my intentions for myself and for our relationship. He says no and goes to watch television. I say ok and sit down to do the same. It's not an angst-filled situation. It's just a situation where he's said "no." And no, he's not the product of abusive and/or neglectful parents. He's just an emotional sadist. If that is difficult to deal with, think of him as a psychological researcher. He likes to put people in different situations and see how they fare. Actually, think of me as one too. I like to see how I'll handle something I never thought I'd ever be able to handle. And when I do handle these things, he's pleased with me and I'm proud of myself. juliet
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