Haven’t been raped.  Was sexually abused by two stepfathers; the last incident occurred less than a year prior to meeting my husband.  It has affected our relationship since day one, as I had a full-fledged panic attack when he kissed me.  Let’s just say up front he knew what he was getting into, eh?  At the time, he said, and I quote, ‘‘I will be happy for the rest of my life if all we ever get to do is hold hands.’’  So naive in retrospect.
What can I say?  It wreaked havoc on our sex life.  For years we just avoided any sexual engagement at all, because the early attempts were really upsetting for both of us.  We tried various types of counseling over the years with little success.  Now that I have been treated properly for PTSD, the flashback effects are mostly gone, which means the root issue has essentially been removed.  I no longer associate sex with abuse.
But old habits die hard–we are used to not having sex so have to make it an active, scheduled part of life.  I still have significant anxiety around having sex because I am afraid everything is going to fall apart like it used to.  With exposure (meaning regular sexual contact) I am getting over it, but we still have a number of hurdles to cross together.  I can’t tell you how difficult it is to hear conversations about sex (or threads like this) in which sexual activity is taken for granted and a given between loving partners.  How am I supposed to feel knowing that the average person cannot fathom being in a relationship like mine and would not even consider it?
He hasn’t expressed any feelings of resentment or anger about what happened, or expressed violence toward my abusers; he’s not that guy.  He has never pressured me or tried to make me feel guilty or implied in any way that it was my fault.  He has never been anything other than 100% supportive and I know that I am incredibly lucky in that regard (either that or I’m just more awesome than sex ;).)  We made a commitment that it wouldn’t affect the rest of our relationship and it never has.
Nevertheless, my PTSD has taken a tremendous toll on him personally.  He doesn’t really feel he can talk to anyone about it because it is such a sensitive issue.  He doesn’t want to talk to me about it because I already feel so terrible that the problem exists.  I wouldn’t say he’s traumatized, but he is somewhat demoralized.  He really had to sublimate his own desires and needs for a long time, and it’s not fair to him.  The only time I am really angry at my abusers is when I think about how much pain it has caused my husband.  I used to blame myself for this all the time – I can still hear people, in my head, reading this and blaming me for being such a terrible wife – but feeling responsible never changed a damned thing.
I’ll tell you what did.  One of the best ways we found of coping with this issue is to externalize it, to view it as something we are both facing together, as a team.  Dealing with trauma within a partnership is incredibly difficult.  What it really comes down to, in my experience, is recognizing that you’re in a partnership.  This isn’t a burden I carry, it’s a burden we carry.  Just knowing that, and knowing that he knows that, makes all the difference in the world, to both of us.
If you’re interested, there is a wonderful, heartbreaking song that captures what it must be like to live with someone suffering from PTSD.
Relevant song lyrics.
*There is fire there is lust
Some will trade it all for someone they could trust
There’s a bag of silver for a box of nails
It’s so simple the betrayal
Though it’s known to change the world and what’s to come.
Just come on home, the team you’re hitched to has a mind of its own
But it’s just the forces of your past you’ve fought before
Don’t you recognize them anymore
I’m stacking sandbags against the river of your troubles*