Let me start out by saying that I knew my ex was a sociopath going into it. I have a psych background and majored in sociology in my undergrad and out of all of the mental illnesses in the DSM, ASPD has always fascinated me the most. I think it might have to do with my love of watching human interaction and social deviance, or maybe the fact that I'm an empath- I internalize everything and it's hard for me to not feel other peoples' emotions. Regardless, it was never supposed to get serious and I figured that as long as I kept an eye on the rising waters, I'd know when to jump ship. And I think he must have known when I was ready to bolt, because he threw a game changer at me. I made him feel things. And I am nothing if not a fixer of people, and that was all it took. How can I, someone who wants nothing more out of life then to care for people and help them, walk away from someone who wants my help?
Two years later I'm living in a house with this man who says he wants to marry me doing things I never thought I'd do. After he lost his job (due to authority problems) he spent a lot of time drunk. The night he sexually assaulted me was the only time he had ever wanted sex and I said no. He had spent so much time before that night looking for skinny girls to ###$ (we had an open sexual relationship) and encouraging my eating disorder that the idea of being with him turned me off. I remember he said to me, "For once I want you and I want you to want me, is that too much to ask?" And he slammed my head into the wall as he pulled my clothes off. And he kept repeating, "Is that too much to ask?" and slammed my head into the wall every time.
The rest is a blur. He didn't remember it the next morning. Thought I was overreacting. I should have gone to the hospital that night, but I didn't. I sat on the floor of the shower and washed and then just stayed there for a long time. I left him a week later and I moved away. The state decided not to take the case. I feel like I'm never going to be ok again. I just started therapy but it's been eight months since it happened. I have insomnia, terrible nightmares, restless sleep, hypervigilance, disinterest in leaving the house, guilt over masterbation (I've always had a really high sex drive) and panic attacks. I can't imagine ever being in a relationship again. I'm really worried I'll end up failing out of grad school.