Alice McClaine
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I know this is a topic brought up a lot but I personally need to let out my story. My name is Alice, I'm 17. For the last year or so I've recently become more aware of my really strange habits or fears I suppose. I've talked to my friend who was sexually abused as a kid and we have similar problems but I have no memory of being sexually abused. But she has a vivid image of it and could explain it word for word.
When I was little, I would look at porn and stuff. I don't really know how I knew about it. I feel like most kids know about porn at a young age. I was really little. Probably 6-7. Around that time, I'd have very vivid and sexual dreams. It's disturbing to me that I was absolutely obsessed with the idea of sex.
Then I would experiment with my friends. This was a couple years later. If they refused to do the stuff I wanted, I would start crying. I know this is wrong. I don't condone any sort of forced sexual activity - I'm just trying to be honest. I felt like if I didn't have this sort of sexual pleasure in my life, I was going to lose my mind.
When I was younger, I had no problem sleeping over someone's house. Then one day, that all just stopped. Now, even at my age, I am terrified to sleep somewhere that isn't my own bed. A couple years ago, I would force myself to sleep at my best friend's house because I felt like I was missing out on my teenage years. I couldn't go to sleep. I was shaking so bad and my stomach hurt so much. At first, I thought it was just because I was sick but it happens every time.
I can't be anywhere that I feel like I can't escape from. Friends' cars, movie theatres, concerts, sleeping over people's houses, even just sitting in class. I don't go to school very often. I pretend I'm sick all the time. Ever since like 4th grade, as soon as I got to school I would get an insane stomach ache. My body just knew I couldn't escape for hours. It's a kind of disturbing fear, now that I think about it.
I have a crazy fetish for bdsm. I have a significant other right now. And both of us have come to realize I physically cannot have vanilla sex. I know I'm underaged so please excuse this portion of the thread. I have to feel like I'm being forced or raped. It's not impossible for me to have a normal round of sex, I just feel almost revolted. Like it feels like my first time, super awkward and all I want to do is escape.
Also I have an irrational fear of certain colored rooms. Or a house that has a lot of trash scattered around it. My friend has a green-colored room that looks like it belongs to a hoarder and I had a panic attack. I don't have OCD so I know that's not the cause of it. Also "gaming rooms" I can't step into. I don't know why. My stomach will hurt and I start feeling extremely suffocated.
Okay, now this is where things get a little f-ed up. I have a huge fantasy of raping little kids. I would NEVER do it. Never in my life. I do not support rape. My favorite cousin is 5 and I would never dream of touching her like that. But whenever I read articles about child rape, instead of being insanely revolted, I just get horny. I know, I'm disgusting. This is the most shameful part of me. I'm absolutely disturbed about it.
Also, tan men with lots of tattoos scare me so bad. When I was little, I remember screaming and crying and holding onto my mom because I saw my uncle. He has a whole bunch of tattoos. The essence of a Jersey boy. Certain styled beards make me uncomfortable.
I feel extremely uncomfortable when I know someone wants to be sexual with me. It took at least 2 years for me and my significant other to reach the stage we are at now. But even then, I have specific sexual acts that need to be performed. Like i feel almost disgusted. I want to have sex. I want to be in love. I fantasize it so often that I'm pretty sure sex is circling my mind more than a prepubescent boy's. But when the act itself is happening I get a chill and I want to throw up and run away.
I'm a writer and I cannot write stories that don't have hints of very dark undertones. Most of them have to do with sexual abuse. Every time I write about it, it feels like a weight lifts off of my shoulder. I can write it so vividly. I've shown small excerpts to my girlfriend. She looked horrified the first time she read them and said "I felt like I was there." I don't know how I can come up with such horribly realistic scenes. My English teacher says good detail is pulled out of past experiences. And that scared me. Writing this stuff makes me happy. It makes me feel good. Such twisted stuff makes me feel really freaking exuberant. I've never written about depression or drug abuse. My brain just doesn't connect with those. But for some reason it severely resonates with rape and child abuse.
I want to go to a Therapist. But I think it'd be weird for some 17 year old to waltz in and say "Heyo I think I was sexually abused as a kid but I have absolutely no memory of it. Help me, thanks." And even then, I could have developed some of these things from something else. My mom is a drunk. Not abusive or anything. She's a successful woman actually. But every chance she gets, she is shit-faced. Also, when I was younger, my dad was addicted to meth. So he was angry a lot. He beat my dog right in front of me when I was 8 or 9. He used to punch holes through walls and our cabinets. He never hurt me. He yelled at me A LOT. But never like verbally abused me I guess.
I don't know, I just want some feedback I guess. I can't tell anyone about this. But I feel like if I don't release this thing that has been suffocating my mind for nearly a year, I'm going to lose my shit.
When I was little, I would look at porn and stuff. I don't really know how I knew about it. I feel like most kids know about porn at a young age. I was really little. Probably 6-7. Around that time, I'd have very vivid and sexual dreams. It's disturbing to me that I was absolutely obsessed with the idea of sex.
Then I would experiment with my friends. This was a couple years later. If they refused to do the stuff I wanted, I would start crying. I know this is wrong. I don't condone any sort of forced sexual activity - I'm just trying to be honest. I felt like if I didn't have this sort of sexual pleasure in my life, I was going to lose my mind.
When I was younger, I had no problem sleeping over someone's house. Then one day, that all just stopped. Now, even at my age, I am terrified to sleep somewhere that isn't my own bed. A couple years ago, I would force myself to sleep at my best friend's house because I felt like I was missing out on my teenage years. I couldn't go to sleep. I was shaking so bad and my stomach hurt so much. At first, I thought it was just because I was sick but it happens every time.
I can't be anywhere that I feel like I can't escape from. Friends' cars, movie theatres, concerts, sleeping over people's houses, even just sitting in class. I don't go to school very often. I pretend I'm sick all the time. Ever since like 4th grade, as soon as I got to school I would get an insane stomach ache. My body just knew I couldn't escape for hours. It's a kind of disturbing fear, now that I think about it.
I have a crazy fetish for bdsm. I have a significant other right now. And both of us have come to realize I physically cannot have vanilla sex. I know I'm underaged so please excuse this portion of the thread. I have to feel like I'm being forced or raped. It's not impossible for me to have a normal round of sex, I just feel almost revolted. Like it feels like my first time, super awkward and all I want to do is escape.
Also I have an irrational fear of certain colored rooms. Or a house that has a lot of trash scattered around it. My friend has a green-colored room that looks like it belongs to a hoarder and I had a panic attack. I don't have OCD so I know that's not the cause of it. Also "gaming rooms" I can't step into. I don't know why. My stomach will hurt and I start feeling extremely suffocated.
Okay, now this is where things get a little f-ed up. I have a huge fantasy of raping little kids. I would NEVER do it. Never in my life. I do not support rape. My favorite cousin is 5 and I would never dream of touching her like that. But whenever I read articles about child rape, instead of being insanely revolted, I just get horny. I know, I'm disgusting. This is the most shameful part of me. I'm absolutely disturbed about it.
Also, tan men with lots of tattoos scare me so bad. When I was little, I remember screaming and crying and holding onto my mom because I saw my uncle. He has a whole bunch of tattoos. The essence of a Jersey boy. Certain styled beards make me uncomfortable.
I feel extremely uncomfortable when I know someone wants to be sexual with me. It took at least 2 years for me and my significant other to reach the stage we are at now. But even then, I have specific sexual acts that need to be performed. Like i feel almost disgusted. I want to have sex. I want to be in love. I fantasize it so often that I'm pretty sure sex is circling my mind more than a prepubescent boy's. But when the act itself is happening I get a chill and I want to throw up and run away.
I'm a writer and I cannot write stories that don't have hints of very dark undertones. Most of them have to do with sexual abuse. Every time I write about it, it feels like a weight lifts off of my shoulder. I can write it so vividly. I've shown small excerpts to my girlfriend. She looked horrified the first time she read them and said "I felt like I was there." I don't know how I can come up with such horribly realistic scenes. My English teacher says good detail is pulled out of past experiences. And that scared me. Writing this stuff makes me happy. It makes me feel good. Such twisted stuff makes me feel really freaking exuberant. I've never written about depression or drug abuse. My brain just doesn't connect with those. But for some reason it severely resonates with rape and child abuse.
I want to go to a Therapist. But I think it'd be weird for some 17 year old to waltz in and say "Heyo I think I was sexually abused as a kid but I have absolutely no memory of it. Help me, thanks." And even then, I could have developed some of these things from something else. My mom is a drunk. Not abusive or anything. She's a successful woman actually. But every chance she gets, she is shit-faced. Also, when I was younger, my dad was addicted to meth. So he was angry a lot. He beat my dog right in front of me when I was 8 or 9. He used to punch holes through walls and our cabinets. He never hurt me. He yelled at me A LOT. But never like verbally abused me I guess.
I don't know, I just want some feedback I guess. I can't tell anyone about this. But I feel like if I don't release this thing that has been suffocating my mind for nearly a year, I'm going to lose my shit.