Holdingontohope
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My apologies in advance that this post is so long.
I have been working in therapy on not blaming myself for being sexualy abused as a child. I thought I was making some progress on it, but I seem to be hitting a wall. I might be able to tell myself that what my grandfather did to me as a child was not my fault, but I keep getting stuck on the thought that there must be something inherently wrong with me for all the things that have happened in my life to have happened.
Things started before I can even remember. My mom told me that my step-grandma tried to kill me as an infant. My grandpa sexually abused me as a child from as early as I can remember until I was 12. My uncle sexually abused me when I was 3. When I was in elementary school, there where several instances that my mom physically abused me. Eventually we ended up moving because my mom was being investigated for child abuse. When I was 11 stuff happened with one of my older cousins (I don't think that would classify as abusive though because I never said no and encouraged things at some times even). When I was 14, I went to a party and my boyfriend was drunk and threatened to kill himself if I didn't have sex with him, so I agreed to have sex with him. Then he decided to let his friends watch. Then his friends wanted to take their own turns. It was scary and traumatizing even if it wasn't rape. I was scared and crying the whole time. I didn't want the other guys to be there or to have sex with me, but I didn't fight back because I didn't want my boyfriend to hurt himself. As a teenager, my step-dad was physically and verbally abusive. When I was 16 he touched me inappropriately when he was drunk and I ended up moving out.
When I was 19 I married a man I had only dated for 2 weeks. He was very abusive at times, hitting me, choking me, threatening to kill me. He would bring other men home and wanted me to have threesomes with them. If I didn't agree to he would become violent or verbally abusive. So I went along with it. During one of these "threesomes" he had to go downstairs for something and said to wait until he came back to get started. After my husband left the room, the other guy shoved me onto the bed and forced himself onto me. I didn't really fight back though, I just froze and went somewhere else in my mind. My husband was furious with me and beat me afterwards. When I was pregnant with my third child, my husband beat me and I lost my baby (It was still early in my pregnancy so I hadn't told him I was pregnant yet. If I had told him he wouldn't have done that, so it was my fault my baby died).
After that, one of the guys that my husband brought home said that I should take my kids and leave with him, that he would help me. I was stupid and desperate and I left with him. One night he wanted to have sex, but I was on my period and said no, so he raped me the other way (though I don't know that I can call that rape either because I didn't scream or anything because my kids were sleeping in the same room and I didn't want them to wake up and see). After that I still stayed with him and had sex willingly other times and ended up pregnant. Once he found out I was pregnant we went to another state to visit some of his friends in a big city. He wouldn't tell me his friends address and had me park at a store then he went to meet his friends somewhere. He never came back. The next day I got a call from someone saying that they had him and were going to kill him if I didn't give them money. I was alone and pregnant in a big city and I was scared and didn't know what to do so I called the police. It ended up he faked his kidnapping with his friends to try to get money from him. I never saw him again.
So I had 2 kids and was pregnant again. I was living with my parents, but then they kicked me out and I had no money, no job, no place to live, so I called my husband and he let us come back and live with him. He was very verbally abusive while I was pregnant and told me I had to put my baby for adoption. I agreed and had everything set up for it, then right before she was born he had a "sudden change of heart" and said he wanted to be a family again and that I should keep her and he would help me raise her and be her dad. So, I didn't go through with the adoption and I kept my baby. It ended up that he wanted me keep her just to manipulate me. He started saying that I owed him and that I had to do whatever he wanted since he let me keep her. He started bringing over more men and told me I had to do what they wanted or he would take my kids away from me. I was very depressed and had severe post-partum and ended up in a hospital. My husband ended up with custody of the kids because I was "emotionally unstable". He told me I had to get pregnant again with his child if I wanted to be any part of my kids life, so I got pregnant
So, there is a huge chunk of my evidence that I am a stupid, worthless person. I mean, seriously, I let all that happen. How can I ever forgive myself for all that? There really must be something inherently wrong with me as a person. How can I not hate myself? How can I not blame myself when it was all so very evidently my fault?
My T says that it all goes back to being sexually abused when I was young. That the abuse "programmed" my brain differently than if I hadn't been sexually abused. He says that it is okay to offer myself grace for things that happened, and I can work on "reprogramming" my brain. I don't deserve grace or forgiveness though.
I don't know how to move forward from here. I feel stuck.
I have been working in therapy on not blaming myself for being sexualy abused as a child. I thought I was making some progress on it, but I seem to be hitting a wall. I might be able to tell myself that what my grandfather did to me as a child was not my fault, but I keep getting stuck on the thought that there must be something inherently wrong with me for all the things that have happened in my life to have happened.
Things started before I can even remember. My mom told me that my step-grandma tried to kill me as an infant. My grandpa sexually abused me as a child from as early as I can remember until I was 12. My uncle sexually abused me when I was 3. When I was in elementary school, there where several instances that my mom physically abused me. Eventually we ended up moving because my mom was being investigated for child abuse. When I was 11 stuff happened with one of my older cousins (I don't think that would classify as abusive though because I never said no and encouraged things at some times even). When I was 14, I went to a party and my boyfriend was drunk and threatened to kill himself if I didn't have sex with him, so I agreed to have sex with him. Then he decided to let his friends watch. Then his friends wanted to take their own turns. It was scary and traumatizing even if it wasn't rape. I was scared and crying the whole time. I didn't want the other guys to be there or to have sex with me, but I didn't fight back because I didn't want my boyfriend to hurt himself. As a teenager, my step-dad was physically and verbally abusive. When I was 16 he touched me inappropriately when he was drunk and I ended up moving out.
When I was 19 I married a man I had only dated for 2 weeks. He was very abusive at times, hitting me, choking me, threatening to kill me. He would bring other men home and wanted me to have threesomes with them. If I didn't agree to he would become violent or verbally abusive. So I went along with it. During one of these "threesomes" he had to go downstairs for something and said to wait until he came back to get started. After my husband left the room, the other guy shoved me onto the bed and forced himself onto me. I didn't really fight back though, I just froze and went somewhere else in my mind. My husband was furious with me and beat me afterwards. When I was pregnant with my third child, my husband beat me and I lost my baby (It was still early in my pregnancy so I hadn't told him I was pregnant yet. If I had told him he wouldn't have done that, so it was my fault my baby died).
After that, one of the guys that my husband brought home said that I should take my kids and leave with him, that he would help me. I was stupid and desperate and I left with him. One night he wanted to have sex, but I was on my period and said no, so he raped me the other way (though I don't know that I can call that rape either because I didn't scream or anything because my kids were sleeping in the same room and I didn't want them to wake up and see). After that I still stayed with him and had sex willingly other times and ended up pregnant. Once he found out I was pregnant we went to another state to visit some of his friends in a big city. He wouldn't tell me his friends address and had me park at a store then he went to meet his friends somewhere. He never came back. The next day I got a call from someone saying that they had him and were going to kill him if I didn't give them money. I was alone and pregnant in a big city and I was scared and didn't know what to do so I called the police. It ended up he faked his kidnapping with his friends to try to get money from him. I never saw him again.
So I had 2 kids and was pregnant again. I was living with my parents, but then they kicked me out and I had no money, no job, no place to live, so I called my husband and he let us come back and live with him. He was very verbally abusive while I was pregnant and told me I had to put my baby for adoption. I agreed and had everything set up for it, then right before she was born he had a "sudden change of heart" and said he wanted to be a family again and that I should keep her and he would help me raise her and be her dad. So, I didn't go through with the adoption and I kept my baby. It ended up that he wanted me keep her just to manipulate me. He started saying that I owed him and that I had to do whatever he wanted since he let me keep her. He started bringing over more men and told me I had to do what they wanted or he would take my kids away from me. I was very depressed and had severe post-partum and ended up in a hospital. My husband ended up with custody of the kids because I was "emotionally unstable". He told me I had to get pregnant again with his child if I wanted to be any part of my kids life, so I got pregnant
So, there is a huge chunk of my evidence that I am a stupid, worthless person. I mean, seriously, I let all that happen. How can I ever forgive myself for all that? There really must be something inherently wrong with me as a person. How can I not hate myself? How can I not blame myself when it was all so very evidently my fault?
My T says that it all goes back to being sexually abused when I was young. That the abuse "programmed" my brain differently than if I hadn't been sexually abused. He says that it is okay to offer myself grace for things that happened, and I can work on "reprogramming" my brain. I don't deserve grace or forgiveness though.
I don't know how to move forward from here. I feel stuck.