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I need to voice something that I can't physically say to anyone. Warning: this may be graphic and I apologise sincerely. Please don't read if it might cause you a problem...I don't want to cause anyone here any distress.
I feel totally trapped by shame....I think it can be described as shame but I'm not sure. I need to describe the reaction I have to see if this is what people say is shame. It's how you feel when you try to say something about sexual acts you were unwillingly involved in....and you are fighting to not just curl into a foetal position as tight as you can get, throw up and tear your skin off all at once. Just reading or hearing the name of an act can set off that burning horrific filthy self destruction.....saying it....or even saying the word describing forced sex (r..e) when referring to myself can cause it to happen. When this reaction hits me happens I usually end up finding a bathroom or toilet cubicle to lock myself in and curl up until the storm of memories starts to lift.....then I feel stupid for being a full grown adult behaving like that.
I was brought up in a family that did the Christian church thing, were active prominent faces in the church. I had all the scripture lessons etc, so learned all about chastity and virginity being kept until after marriage. It was being driven home that sex was bad and filthy , yet the same people were making me do it and allowing others to do the same. I almost led a double life...I truly believed in Jesus and God and the bible but at the same time knew I was a whore and was nothing more to God than the people of Sodom and Gomorrah that God obliterated.
I was abused going back earlier than I properly remember. I have hard evidence that proves it even though I don't remember too much, I get little snippets of memory of the worst moments happening.
I don't know how to phrase the next bit because no matter how I try to learn the terminology I struggle to fully grasp it or apply it to myself.
My memory flashbacks which currently seem to be on a hair trigger are led by sensations. This is where the feeling trapped thing comes in....sorry it's taken me a while to get here. I am struggling to eat and am dropping weight quite fast at the moment, even my counsellor commented this morning that I look thinner. I decided today was the day to tell her What is going on with the eating thing. My appetite is absolutely subzero, and forcing myself to eat is making my problem worse as I also have an issue with being forcefed when I was small. Anyhow, back to what I was saying...sorry , I AM trying to stay on topic. I tried to tell my counsellor this morning about the issue with eating and the reason. I told her how even small nibbles of things, or soup or meal replacement drinks are still doing it. I tried to say it straight out, try and catch my thinking brain off guard...but ended up with my gag reflex kicking in. I couldn't help but sit and think.....you KNOW what I am trying to say...please....just say the words, you can't be that dense that you don't know what I'm not able to vocalise ....say it for me!! She said to try to write it, which is something I've done before once, so I tried that and couldn't hold the pencil because I was shaking too much. In the end I tried what I've done before in typing it into a notebook app. It was absolutely ridiculous!!! When I finally started to type I caught myself trying to hide the screen from her!! What a bloody muppet I am!!! I was hiding a screen that I was typing these filthy words on, when I was going to be handing it to her to ready anyway!!!! What the hell is wrong with my head?!?? As it was , after typing it I bolted for the bathroom because my stomach was heaving and I needed to get out of the room. She read them and the tried to get me to expand on exactly what about that act was causing the problem with eating....as if she is totally clueless...I just wanted to scream at her "use your imagination ffs! ". She wants me to find a way to be able to explain next time as it just didn't happen....her just seeing what I wrote was enough for me..I ended up a wreck again!!!
I am going to type the words here....just as a practice....I really hope this is ok....sorry....
Erm ...just got to get this out and I am so sorry...
forced oral sex in a simultaneous multi man situation stopping screaming and free breathing. now struggling with the sensation of anything in my mouth or at the back of my throat....
How do I get past this so I can eat please? Any suggestions at all.
I need to go get some air right now!...sorry
I feel totally trapped by shame....I think it can be described as shame but I'm not sure. I need to describe the reaction I have to see if this is what people say is shame. It's how you feel when you try to say something about sexual acts you were unwillingly involved in....and you are fighting to not just curl into a foetal position as tight as you can get, throw up and tear your skin off all at once. Just reading or hearing the name of an act can set off that burning horrific filthy self destruction.....saying it....or even saying the word describing forced sex (r..e) when referring to myself can cause it to happen. When this reaction hits me happens I usually end up finding a bathroom or toilet cubicle to lock myself in and curl up until the storm of memories starts to lift.....then I feel stupid for being a full grown adult behaving like that.
I was brought up in a family that did the Christian church thing, were active prominent faces in the church. I had all the scripture lessons etc, so learned all about chastity and virginity being kept until after marriage. It was being driven home that sex was bad and filthy , yet the same people were making me do it and allowing others to do the same. I almost led a double life...I truly believed in Jesus and God and the bible but at the same time knew I was a whore and was nothing more to God than the people of Sodom and Gomorrah that God obliterated.
I was abused going back earlier than I properly remember. I have hard evidence that proves it even though I don't remember too much, I get little snippets of memory of the worst moments happening.
I don't know how to phrase the next bit because no matter how I try to learn the terminology I struggle to fully grasp it or apply it to myself.
My memory flashbacks which currently seem to be on a hair trigger are led by sensations. This is where the feeling trapped thing comes in....sorry it's taken me a while to get here. I am struggling to eat and am dropping weight quite fast at the moment, even my counsellor commented this morning that I look thinner. I decided today was the day to tell her What is going on with the eating thing. My appetite is absolutely subzero, and forcing myself to eat is making my problem worse as I also have an issue with being forcefed when I was small. Anyhow, back to what I was saying...sorry , I AM trying to stay on topic. I tried to tell my counsellor this morning about the issue with eating and the reason. I told her how even small nibbles of things, or soup or meal replacement drinks are still doing it. I tried to say it straight out, try and catch my thinking brain off guard...but ended up with my gag reflex kicking in. I couldn't help but sit and think.....you KNOW what I am trying to say...please....just say the words, you can't be that dense that you don't know what I'm not able to vocalise ....say it for me!! She said to try to write it, which is something I've done before once, so I tried that and couldn't hold the pencil because I was shaking too much. In the end I tried what I've done before in typing it into a notebook app. It was absolutely ridiculous!!! When I finally started to type I caught myself trying to hide the screen from her!! What a bloody muppet I am!!! I was hiding a screen that I was typing these filthy words on, when I was going to be handing it to her to ready anyway!!!! What the hell is wrong with my head?!?? As it was , after typing it I bolted for the bathroom because my stomach was heaving and I needed to get out of the room. She read them and the tried to get me to expand on exactly what about that act was causing the problem with eating....as if she is totally clueless...I just wanted to scream at her "use your imagination ffs! ". She wants me to find a way to be able to explain next time as it just didn't happen....her just seeing what I wrote was enough for me..I ended up a wreck again!!!
I am going to type the words here....just as a practice....I really hope this is ok....sorry....
Erm ...just got to get this out and I am so sorry...
forced oral sex in a simultaneous multi man situation stopping screaming and free breathing. now struggling with the sensation of anything in my mouth or at the back of my throat....
How do I get past this so I can eat please? Any suggestions at all.
I need to go get some air right now!...sorry