Holdingontohope
Bronze Member
At my last therapy appointment my T and I were talking about the self-harming (cutting) that I have done in the past. He asked if cutting was a way for me to punish myself. I said no, that it was more because the physical pain distracted me from the emotional pain I was feeling and was easier to understand and cope with at the time. Then I said that there were other things I did to punish myself instead. He asked what those other things were and I kind of just froze.
Sex was what I used to punish myself back then, and even to this day. I would do things that I didn't like or enjoy or that I thought were degrading because that was all I was good for. Sex was this cruel, manipulative, selfish thing in my mind (it still is to some extent). Sex was about making yourself feel good at someone else's expense. I would drink a lot as a teenager and go to parties and I allowed things to happen that I was/am ashamed of. It was a way of hurting myself, of reminding myself of how worthless I was. I didn't deserve to have boundaries in regards to my body. It gave me yet another reason to hate myself.
On the occasions that I felt any pleasure during sex, it was a reminder of how messed up and twisted I was. It was a reminder of how I was just like my abuser. For sex to feel good with anyone, I had to be as sick as my abuser was, right?
I was too emberassed to admit any of that to my therapist. So I just froze and we eventually moved on to something else. I have been thinking about it quite a bit since my appointment though. Just today I found myself doing the same thing. I had sex with my husband as a way of punishing myself. I let him do some things that I feel are very degrading and are very triggering for me.
Am I totally messed up that I did this/continue to do this? I have thought about bringing it up in therapy and trying to talk about it. Its just is so embarrassing.
Sex was what I used to punish myself back then, and even to this day. I would do things that I didn't like or enjoy or that I thought were degrading because that was all I was good for. Sex was this cruel, manipulative, selfish thing in my mind (it still is to some extent). Sex was about making yourself feel good at someone else's expense. I would drink a lot as a teenager and go to parties and I allowed things to happen that I was/am ashamed of. It was a way of hurting myself, of reminding myself of how worthless I was. I didn't deserve to have boundaries in regards to my body. It gave me yet another reason to hate myself.
On the occasions that I felt any pleasure during sex, it was a reminder of how messed up and twisted I was. It was a reminder of how I was just like my abuser. For sex to feel good with anyone, I had to be as sick as my abuser was, right?
I was too emberassed to admit any of that to my therapist. So I just froze and we eventually moved on to something else. I have been thinking about it quite a bit since my appointment though. Just today I found myself doing the same thing. I had sex with my husband as a way of punishing myself. I let him do some things that I feel are very degrading and are very triggering for me.
Am I totally messed up that I did this/continue to do this? I have thought about bringing it up in therapy and trying to talk about it. Its just is so embarrassing.