I've been seeing my current boyfriend for four months. We met online while I was still living in Chicago. We first met in person on my multiple visits to Texas to look for an apartment. Right when I moved here we rushed into a relationship.

Before Relationship
- He knows I had lived in foster homes.
- He knows I was eventually adopted.
- He knows my real father is an alcoholic.
- He knows my real mother lives in a foreign country.
- He knows I started working as a stripper at 18 to secure my own place to live.
- He knows my only relationship lasted 3 years before my boyfriend suffered a severe mental breakdown.

Start of Relationship
- He now knows I have an adopted brother that lives in Texas, hence my interest in moving here.
- He now knows that I was abused in the foster homes.
- He now knows that while working as a stripper, I was abducted and beaten up pretty bad one night after work. I had several major surgeries as the result of it.

I thought we were making progress when he opened up to me and told me that he had been neglected as a child and now suffers from dissociative identity disorder. I explained to him that after everything I have seen in this life, I am never in a position to judge another. Since then, I have tried telling him little bits and pieces of what has happened to me. I desperately want someone in my life that I am not afraid to talk to. At first, he didn't really respond, he would change the subject or sit there silently. I attributed it to the fact that he was either speechless or something.

Then a few weeks ago, I was explaining to him about the surgeries I had since HE asked about a scar. He didn't respond to me, he just says... "You know, I tell my best friend so and SK about you and the things you tell me. It kind of irritates me that he doesn't believe you. He thinks you're lying, this kind of **** sounds like something out of a movie."
I wanted to hang up on him and start crying so badly. I've had that same reaction to people in my past and it cuts to the bone. Last week, my roommates car was stolen out of our garage by a couple of college aged kids, it was such a crazy night... we didn't sleep at all. However, with all of the excitement going on - I was scared to tell my boyfriend for fear that this would turn into "Just another CRAZY Saoirse story."

I feel so betrayed and degraded. I don't know if this is my own insecurity or something I should be genuinely concerned about. If so, I wouldn't have any idea how to talk to him about it.

Please help me.