It also took me some time to make a distinction between rape which is tortuous and torture which included various kinds of rape. I hope that isn't going to offend anyone - it was a breakthrough for me when I was initially having to accept that I had been tortured.
This is such a helpful distinction. Brilliant, really. I will generally get stuck at "I was raped", except there are so many parts of my experience where rape was almost incidental; it had no longer become the worst thing that could (or was) happening to me.
got to a point where I believed I had already died and was in hell and that this would therefore continue for eternity.
This also; this is something I very distinctly remember. They were standing above me, talking, and I was laying on the floor crying but it was as if no-one heard me. I truly thought I was dead, and that death was not at all what I'd hoped it would be.
Something that has always been a struggle for me that it was not functional torture in the sense of state/politically influenced. In my case it was sadistic torture and I think financially influenced (it was filmed - for sale I assume). So maybe that's different from your situation.
No; my story has a great deal in common with yours. I walked into the trap, but then I was kept there. Honestly, kidnapping isn't the easiest thing for me to say either, nor is abducted, since I feel very responsible for being in the situation that became me being kept there. I wasn't knocked out and thrown in the back of a van; I thought I was being given a ride home and was taken to this place instead.
I was also filmed and photographed, but I don't in retrospect have the impression it was for financial gain. My keeper - I don't ever know what else to call him - invited various people to come in and do what they wanted with me. It seemed almost like a loose club of sadists, or something. But my keeper also had me to himself for a big part of it.
I wonder what you mean by mock executions - I think I know what you mean, so you certainly don't have to write about it. My keeper was obsessed with "killing me" (I put it in quotes because I always came back). He would take away my ability to breathe in various ways, I would lose consciousness, I would wake up sometimes with him raping me. As I look back on it, he clearly had a death fetish.
The worst for me was the stuff with electricity, in terms of pain. In terms of fear, it was every time he asphyxiated me I suddenly did not want to die - even though most other times I felt like I did, although my body kept fighting to stay alive.
The sort of fear that comes with torture, and the different kinds of fear, and the depths of that fear ... you can't underestimate it.
Thank you for this also. The processing method I'm using with my therapist is EFT/tapping. EMDR was too difficult within the structure of how events are re-told. I remember so much of the thing in an amazing amount of detail; I know a big part of that is just because I never spoke of it to anyone for many, many years. I was 13 when it happened. A very precocious, older-looking 13 year old with little restriction on how I came and went from my home.
When I experience all the different fears, and try and articulate them to my therapist, I often judge myself for understanding so many different and ever-changing kinds of fear. It really helps to know this isn't just in my experience.
I wish I understood somatic work better. Can you explain a little bit how it breaks down for you? Of course, you're under no obligation.
I'm just coming up on my one-year anniversary of starting to work on this in therapy. I think, in terms of events to work through, that we are about 1/3 of the way through. I'm so grateful to know that your work has taken years - I am not happy for you that this is the way it is for you, I hope my being grateful doesn't sound that way - I'm just without any guideposts, you know? I never know if I'm working fast enough, too fast, too slow, and the day-to-day of living now in this place with these memories "unboxed" is so hard. It doesn't take much for me to go right back there in my mind.
"No-one in that room was human in the end"
Yes, this too. I don't know how to think of myself as a person. As far as I'm concerned, I'm not a person. I'm a thing. I think I had turned into a thing after perhaps the first 12 hours. Some of it was absorbing the language that was being thrown at me, but I often think that it more deeply comes from having been essentially an object. My keeper called me a toy, and that's pretty accurate. I feel all the time like I'm on the outside of life, looking in at all the real people. I think that's my version of feeling like a ghost.
I was so shocked when I was returned. But I believe from some of the things he said that my keeper was very determined to never be caught, and that my death would have been too much bother to deal with. Towards the end when I was harder to revive, that was when I think he decided to let me go.
I struggle with a great sense of complicity - that it was my body present for all the horrible things, and that I did not know how to fight back very often. When I did fight back it was always funny to everyone, which was also awful. I feel like I will always be a part of those acts that I performed or was present for.
I am also struggling with the media component. I desperately want to go trolling the underbelly of the internet to find myself. But the one time I tried, I re-traumatized just by starting to find pictures of other people.
Anyway, I'm sorry if that was all too much information. I'm also the "worst" thing my therapist has ever worked with. He is very, very good at not getting rattled by the information - only once have I seen him too shocked to really say anything helpful. But sometimes, often, I wish he would show me more of what he's feeling. I don't always know how bad these things were, I don't have anything to compare them to. And actually calling it torture is so, so hard. Such a hard thing to accept.