This is something that has been extremely challenging for me. My therapist and I tried working on it, but that didn't last very long. I think she (my therapist) didn't push it because she thought is was too difficult for me to talk about. I thought working with a female therapist would help with this particular issue (my last two therapists have been guys at my request), but that doesn't seem to be the case.
The problem is this; for many years I found images of sexual violence or domination very attractive and arousing. I would fantisize about being sexually dominated from a very early age. It became a very common thing for me, these fantasies and imagined scenarios of being raped or dominated; as incredibly sick and perverse as that probably sounds.
This went on for quite a while. However, at the beginning of 2009 I started working with a group of mental health professionals who actually cared enough to take the time to figure out what was broken before they started fixing it. They are the ones who diagnosed me with PTSD and have been doing truly effective and intensive therapy with me. After about a year of working with them, this started to change. Rather than being aroused by images of sexual violence, I started noticing a part of myself that was extremely distressed by them. I remember very specifically the first time I realized this was happening. I was in Spanish Literature class and we were watching a movie that had a rape scene in it. As this cinematic scene unfolded, I remember thinking to myself,"I can't watch this. I just can't. It's causing too much anxiety." I ended up walking out of the classroom for a few minutes and coming back later in the movie.
The next semester for another class I did a literature review on the subject of human sex trafficking in developing countries. Big mistake. As I read articles and especially when I watched a documentary on the subject, this emerging feeling of distress around sexual violence reared its ugly head more than once.
The worst part of it was there was this intense inner conflict. I think because I had sought out images like these for so long because I found them sexually stimulating that there was still a part of me that was aroused by them. But then there was also this new part of me that was extremely distressed and upset by them in addition to being completely disgusted with the other part of me that was excited by them.
Has anyone else had an experience similar to this or known someone who has?
The problem is this; for many years I found images of sexual violence or domination very attractive and arousing. I would fantisize about being sexually dominated from a very early age. It became a very common thing for me, these fantasies and imagined scenarios of being raped or dominated; as incredibly sick and perverse as that probably sounds.
This went on for quite a while. However, at the beginning of 2009 I started working with a group of mental health professionals who actually cared enough to take the time to figure out what was broken before they started fixing it. They are the ones who diagnosed me with PTSD and have been doing truly effective and intensive therapy with me. After about a year of working with them, this started to change. Rather than being aroused by images of sexual violence, I started noticing a part of myself that was extremely distressed by them. I remember very specifically the first time I realized this was happening. I was in Spanish Literature class and we were watching a movie that had a rape scene in it. As this cinematic scene unfolded, I remember thinking to myself,"I can't watch this. I just can't. It's causing too much anxiety." I ended up walking out of the classroom for a few minutes and coming back later in the movie.
The next semester for another class I did a literature review on the subject of human sex trafficking in developing countries. Big mistake. As I read articles and especially when I watched a documentary on the subject, this emerging feeling of distress around sexual violence reared its ugly head more than once.
The worst part of it was there was this intense inner conflict. I think because I had sought out images like these for so long because I found them sexually stimulating that there was still a part of me that was aroused by them. But then there was also this new part of me that was extremely distressed and upset by them in addition to being completely disgusted with the other part of me that was excited by them.
Has anyone else had an experience similar to this or known someone who has?