08-28-2014, 02:49 PM
This is my experience, for what its worth.
In 1980 when Mark was introduced to me by a mutual friend, we dated for months before we started a sexual relationship. It wasn't a courtship in Victorian England, it was simply the way our relationship unfolded. Each of us filled in the basic outlines about our lives to the other, i.e. who are parents were, where we had lived, important events in our lives, what we were looking forward to in the future, etc.
I didn't learn about the abuse both he and his sister lived with at the hands of his obsessively religious parents until later in our relationship. I certainly didn't hear the details concerning the lengths Mark's sister went, upon turning age and leaving home, to completely horrify their parents out of spite for the abuse she endured while growing up.
We're not talking about a cousin an aunt or uncle, this was my partner's family: mom, dad, and sister. These parts of his life were so embedded in shadow he didn't talk about them with anyone.
Details didn't emerge when we were dating. The ugliness people hide in their lives isn't something one shares while dating unless it directly affects the relationship. Some details hurt too much, invoke too much shame, to casually admit them to people who may or may not become an integral part of one's life.
By the time we became intimate we knew much more about each other, mostly because we knew our relationship had legs. Details became important then, but we weren't afraid to bare ourselves to one another anymore. We didn't stop learning things about each other for years. Hell, he sometimes still surprises the shit out of me.
EDIT: Mark's sister, who is no longer with us, was a remarkable women. She was very intelligent and excelled at teaching lessons to people who talked out of both sides of their mouths. She was an effective advocate for abused and neglected animals all her life. I wasn't my intention to paint her with ugly colors.
In 1980 when Mark was introduced to me by a mutual friend, we dated for months before we started a sexual relationship. It wasn't a courtship in Victorian England, it was simply the way our relationship unfolded. Each of us filled in the basic outlines about our lives to the other, i.e. who are parents were, where we had lived, important events in our lives, what we were looking forward to in the future, etc.
I didn't learn about the abuse both he and his sister lived with at the hands of his obsessively religious parents until later in our relationship. I certainly didn't hear the details concerning the lengths Mark's sister went, upon turning age and leaving home, to completely horrify their parents out of spite for the abuse she endured while growing up.
We're not talking about a cousin an aunt or uncle, this was my partner's family: mom, dad, and sister. These parts of his life were so embedded in shadow he didn't talk about them with anyone.
Details didn't emerge when we were dating. The ugliness people hide in their lives isn't something one shares while dating unless it directly affects the relationship. Some details hurt too much, invoke too much shame, to casually admit them to people who may or may not become an integral part of one's life.
By the time we became intimate we knew much more about each other, mostly because we knew our relationship had legs. Details became important then, but we weren't afraid to bare ourselves to one another anymore. We didn't stop learning things about each other for years. Hell, he sometimes still surprises the shit out of me.
EDIT: Mark's sister, who is no longer with us, was a remarkable women. She was very intelligent and excelled at teaching lessons to people who talked out of both sides of their mouths. She was an effective advocate for abused and neglected animals all her life. I wasn't my intention to paint her with ugly colors.