Hey guys...
Well I guess the shoe is on the other foot this time... I'm coming to you for advice and I want.... no need to hear what you have to say, warts and all, so please tell it like you feel it.
I suppose the issue is this. The truth.
The truth about your past, your scars, your baggage... the stuff we all have and we know that at some level... but when is it ok to tell your bf or partner or prospective bf?
I guess for me it stems from having lived what seemed to be an enourmous lie for so long - I was late to coming out, late to willingly let myself enjoy the company of another guy, and the fact that my childhood possesed elements of pain and hurt no one need endure - that I feel this enourmous pressure to reveal all my dirty laundry way too soon.
Its like I have this belief that if I dump all the crap now, at the start, if he can sit there and deal with all this stuff... if I can be truly honest and open and not keep secrets, and he stays, if he wants to keep going, then maybe this relationship could be real.
But if I dont tell him, I feel like I'm lying. Still lying.
But surely theres a balance? Having all that stuff dumped on anyone when you are just trying to figure out how much you care for someone is just going to push them away... or is it?
My intentions are always good... I want to share, I want them to share, and in doing so let them know I dont care about their baggage, and I would do whatever it takes to make them feel at ease... Its like the worst you can tell me means we have only way to go from here. Up. Together, stronger, growing, fully trusting.
But when? Because it seems to me that not long after a guy I really care about enters my life, I have the need to Dr Phil him to death. And good intentions or not I screw it up.
How do you guys deal with it? Is it something you talk about sooner... or later?
Well I guess the shoe is on the other foot this time... I'm coming to you for advice and I want.... no need to hear what you have to say, warts and all, so please tell it like you feel it.
I suppose the issue is this. The truth.
The truth about your past, your scars, your baggage... the stuff we all have and we know that at some level... but when is it ok to tell your bf or partner or prospective bf?
I guess for me it stems from having lived what seemed to be an enourmous lie for so long - I was late to coming out, late to willingly let myself enjoy the company of another guy, and the fact that my childhood possesed elements of pain and hurt no one need endure - that I feel this enourmous pressure to reveal all my dirty laundry way too soon.
Its like I have this belief that if I dump all the crap now, at the start, if he can sit there and deal with all this stuff... if I can be truly honest and open and not keep secrets, and he stays, if he wants to keep going, then maybe this relationship could be real.
But if I dont tell him, I feel like I'm lying. Still lying.
But surely theres a balance? Having all that stuff dumped on anyone when you are just trying to figure out how much you care for someone is just going to push them away... or is it?
My intentions are always good... I want to share, I want them to share, and in doing so let them know I dont care about their baggage, and I would do whatever it takes to make them feel at ease... Its like the worst you can tell me means we have only way to go from here. Up. Together, stronger, growing, fully trusting.
But when? Because it seems to me that not long after a guy I really care about enters my life, I have the need to Dr Phil him to death. And good intentions or not I screw it up.
How do you guys deal with it? Is it something you talk about sooner... or later?



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