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Jack Dawkins
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I have struggled for a long time with paranoia and I was recently diagnosed with bipolar disorder. I have finally agreed to start seeking the help of a shrink, and am in the early stages of therapy. As a result of this, I have started to look inward a lot and question who I am and why I'm this way. Being dominant is only a small part of my personality, but I cannot help but wonder where it came from. I think I can make a few guesses though.
My mother raised me to believe that my father raped her, and I was the product of said rape. I guess a kid always wants to believe that their parents made the sweetest love the night that they were conceived, and I think what my mother told me really hurt my self esteem as a youngster. Possibly in order to defend my self esteem, I developed a sick fascination with rape. I overcompensated with my fear of how I was conceived by watching with hypnotic fixation any kind of rape scene in a movie, and I read rape scenes in books over and over. I think a good deal of my sexual associations and kinky persuasions stem there.
I think there may be another part to this. Although I can't say for sure, I am fairly certain my late mother was bipolar. She was a Haitian immigrant and married a native Kenyan man, so you can imagine that she was not surrounded by individuals familiar with the nuances of mental health. To her family (most of whom is just as crazy) and to her husband, she was just out of control. However, her and I had the type of codependent relationship typical of women who have children very young and when they don't have much else in their lives. In many ways I played the role of her therapist, and got used to calming her down when she became manic or raising her spirits when she was depressed. Because of this, we had a weird power struggle in our relationship where she would accept help from me, but then later regret it because she thought it questioned her authority as my mother.
I have somewhat of an alpha male complex and it makes it difficult for me to keep friends sometimes, but I think that my constant struggle for power is likely caused by the above, and is most exhibited in my relationships with women.
My mother raised me to believe that my father raped her, and I was the product of said rape. I guess a kid always wants to believe that their parents made the sweetest love the night that they were conceived, and I think what my mother told me really hurt my self esteem as a youngster. Possibly in order to defend my self esteem, I developed a sick fascination with rape. I overcompensated with my fear of how I was conceived by watching with hypnotic fixation any kind of rape scene in a movie, and I read rape scenes in books over and over. I think a good deal of my sexual associations and kinky persuasions stem there.
I think there may be another part to this. Although I can't say for sure, I am fairly certain my late mother was bipolar. She was a Haitian immigrant and married a native Kenyan man, so you can imagine that she was not surrounded by individuals familiar with the nuances of mental health. To her family (most of whom is just as crazy) and to her husband, she was just out of control. However, her and I had the type of codependent relationship typical of women who have children very young and when they don't have much else in their lives. In many ways I played the role of her therapist, and got used to calming her down when she became manic or raising her spirits when she was depressed. Because of this, we had a weird power struggle in our relationship where she would accept help from me, but then later regret it because she thought it questioned her authority as my mother.
I have somewhat of an alpha male complex and it makes it difficult for me to keep friends sometimes, but I think that my constant struggle for power is likely caused by the above, and is most exhibited in my relationships with women.