Real Life KS-type Relationships
Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 3:49 pm
At first I thought about calling this thread "Real life Dating/Relationships with the Disabled" but that sounded too limiting and inappropriate for what I actually wanted to ask about.
So the question is: Have you ever had a real life relationship (romantic or otherwise) that reminds you of KS in some way?
Should be common sense but please don't include any identifiable details/last names, etc. Don't want to violate anyone's privacy here.
Since I posed the question, I'll go first.
My Story:
In my first year of Undergrad I dated a girl "S" who had many, many issues. She suffered from neuralgia, fibromyalgia, muscle spasms, and frequent debilitating migraines. She was also legally blind. A beautiful girl with platinum blonde hair and powder blue eyes, she hid herself behind thick glasses and hoodie sweaters, and had a way of pushing her hair across her face and looking down at the floor, a lot like Hanako. At first I thought this was because her fair skin burned so easily in the sun, but now I think this intense shyness was more about her internal demons and feelings of worthlessness.
Shortly after we started dating, I discovered she had been raped. I avoided the issue for quite a while, tried to act like everything was normal. But I couldn't keep it up, and one time when she was in the throes of horrible neuralgia pain (it struck her kind of like a seizure), she started crying inconsolably and I ended up staying with her in her dorm room all night to try to comfort her. In the middle of the night she picked up a razor blade (I think she thought I was asleep) and looked like she was going to start cutting her wrists. I freaked out, knocked the blade out of her hands and said "God dammit I won't let you do that! It doesn't matter if you were raped. None of it matters, you're beautiful and I love you!"
It was a kind of "breaking down the walls" moment, like in Hanako's "Good End." There was a lot of mutual tears, she apologized, and our relationship got a lot stronger. A few days later she said "I love you" to me for the first time. She said that she didn't know what would have happened had I not been there - that maybe she wouldn't have gone through with it but that "You should know I've been to the hospital before." That was so heart-wrenching to hear, I had no idea before that how deep her psychological problems really were.
If this was the end, it would be a "Good Feels" moment for the ages, but it wasn't. This is where KS as "fiction" breaks off and diverges from real life (at least for me).
Her problems didn't stop. There were a lot more nights like that - her wracked with pain; weeping, screaming even. I didn't sleep. I forgot to eat, caring for her. My grades suffered, I stopped seeing other friends because I was so tired and worn down. There were so many doctor visits; so many afternoons spent waiting in the health center wondering what she would say when she came out. "Is your condition getting any better....? What does the doctor say we should do differently...? Another medication? But you're taking so many already...." These were the things I thought about, and (rarely) talked to her about.
Looking back on it, I think maybe I was too young to properly help her. 18, 19 years old seems now so young to be struggling with these kind of deep-seated problems and trying to have a healthy, fulfilling relationship at the same time. Whenever we had a fight, I kept thinking "I helped you so much, why are you hurting me now?" Eventually, she cheated on me and we broke up. Looking back, maybe I didn't give her enough space. Maybe my concern for her was smothering. But I can't help but think that KS trivializes at least this issue:
Real people in these situations can lash out. Even against those they love. Sometimes, especially against those they love. They hit, they curse, they scream. They drink excessively, or OD on their medications. These are all (in my experience) normal human responses, when the pain you feel, inside and out, is so overwhelming.
I'll admit it freely, I cried for Hanako. And it felt like was I also crying for "S" and what I experienced with her. I wish there had been a "Good End" for that story, but perhaps it was impossible under the circumstances.
What about you? Do you have any similar stories? Good/Bad? Lessons learned? Did playing KS change the way you felt about it?
So the question is: Have you ever had a real life relationship (romantic or otherwise) that reminds you of KS in some way?
Should be common sense but please don't include any identifiable details/last names, etc. Don't want to violate anyone's privacy here.
Since I posed the question, I'll go first.
My Story:
In my first year of Undergrad I dated a girl "S" who had many, many issues. She suffered from neuralgia, fibromyalgia, muscle spasms, and frequent debilitating migraines. She was also legally blind. A beautiful girl with platinum blonde hair and powder blue eyes, she hid herself behind thick glasses and hoodie sweaters, and had a way of pushing her hair across her face and looking down at the floor, a lot like Hanako. At first I thought this was because her fair skin burned so easily in the sun, but now I think this intense shyness was more about her internal demons and feelings of worthlessness.
Shortly after we started dating, I discovered she had been raped. I avoided the issue for quite a while, tried to act like everything was normal. But I couldn't keep it up, and one time when she was in the throes of horrible neuralgia pain (it struck her kind of like a seizure), she started crying inconsolably and I ended up staying with her in her dorm room all night to try to comfort her. In the middle of the night she picked up a razor blade (I think she thought I was asleep) and looked like she was going to start cutting her wrists. I freaked out, knocked the blade out of her hands and said "God dammit I won't let you do that! It doesn't matter if you were raped. None of it matters, you're beautiful and I love you!"
It was a kind of "breaking down the walls" moment, like in Hanako's "Good End." There was a lot of mutual tears, she apologized, and our relationship got a lot stronger. A few days later she said "I love you" to me for the first time. She said that she didn't know what would have happened had I not been there - that maybe she wouldn't have gone through with it but that "You should know I've been to the hospital before." That was so heart-wrenching to hear, I had no idea before that how deep her psychological problems really were.
If this was the end, it would be a "Good Feels" moment for the ages, but it wasn't. This is where KS as "fiction" breaks off and diverges from real life (at least for me).
Her problems didn't stop. There were a lot more nights like that - her wracked with pain; weeping, screaming even. I didn't sleep. I forgot to eat, caring for her. My grades suffered, I stopped seeing other friends because I was so tired and worn down. There were so many doctor visits; so many afternoons spent waiting in the health center wondering what she would say when she came out. "Is your condition getting any better....? What does the doctor say we should do differently...? Another medication? But you're taking so many already...." These were the things I thought about, and (rarely) talked to her about.
Looking back on it, I think maybe I was too young to properly help her. 18, 19 years old seems now so young to be struggling with these kind of deep-seated problems and trying to have a healthy, fulfilling relationship at the same time. Whenever we had a fight, I kept thinking "I helped you so much, why are you hurting me now?" Eventually, she cheated on me and we broke up. Looking back, maybe I didn't give her enough space. Maybe my concern for her was smothering. But I can't help but think that KS trivializes at least this issue:
Real people in these situations can lash out. Even against those they love. Sometimes, especially against those they love. They hit, they curse, they scream. They drink excessively, or OD on their medications. These are all (in my experience) normal human responses, when the pain you feel, inside and out, is so overwhelming.
I'll admit it freely, I cried for Hanako. And it felt like was I also crying for "S" and what I experienced with her. I wish there had been a "Good End" for that story, but perhaps it was impossible under the circumstances.
What about you? Do you have any similar stories? Good/Bad? Lessons learned? Did playing KS change the way you felt about it?