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I would post in normal way, but I don't feel safe coming out with this at this stage as the memories are early childhood. I need to journal this out some.
Okay. I have had PTSD for a long time. I have handled it as well as I could. However, I have remembered at least three or more occasions when I had multiple perpetrators with CSA. Three men. In one memory, my dad is one of them. In others, I am not sure if he's there.
In one memory, I get severe body memories of electrocution pain, I think.
My hope is someone out there who was abused in a dark church or cult in the 70s or 80s like I was will help me validate what my body is telling me is something that has happened. Yet, I hope this hasn't happened to others.
My memory is of a church my parents took me when I was 4 held on Sundays in a funeral parlor family business. One of the family was the pastor.
I was taken to a room in the funeral home part, a viewing room, I think, and I was tortured there by two men, the pastor and a deacon. I thought his name was deacon, but then I realized that was what they called the man who stood where you walk in. I was in pre-school. I had been really enjoying pre-school there, or sunday school, if you will. I remember especially a positive Easter memory there.
The body memory is all I have to understand what happened to me there so far. I believe I was hooded or unable to see.
It feels like they put my head into a container or box, and I have a crushing headache that is everywhere but mostly in the forehead. It doesn't feel like I'm being hit, more crushed or electricuted at the same time. I see a box that it is fitted with a vice-like device inside that makes contact in four places and emits electrical pain to the victim.
I realize this sounds far fetched, but hey, I was four and it hurts VERY BADLY. It was torture.
I also feel they had me bent over, my head in this box thing, and they were poking my spine mid back with a "stick" that emited electrocution. The stick is jammed there into my back at a right angle, and it sends a shook at various times, while my head hurts the whole time and my neck and shoulders are very tight. I cannot see.
I am unaware of the sexual things I am sure they are doing because the fear and pain trump getting raped at the point I have this flashback, but I know they are fooling with my private parts as well.
I was also afraid of their religious power and the fact they had dead bodies in coffins in the next room. I was threatened to be put in there with the body if I didn't get into the box the made, which seems less bad by comparison, at the time, until the torture began.
I believe I had DID from the multiple rapes, perps, torture and levels of dissociative symptoms I suffer from and have to sort out.
I was taken from my sunday school class to the trauamtic event.
This explains why I won't leave my kids in Church, nor do I permit them to go to Church or can go myself anymore. I had to go until I left home as an adult, but after that, I couldn't go. I always knew something bad happened in that funeral home/church in a room with red carpet, and I had a recurring nightmare, but I wasn't sure where I was.
If someone got through this nightmaric post, thank you, and for any thoughts you have on such kinds of "can't see what's happening" trauma.
PS the body memories on this flashback are the worst I have had, even after black eyes and rapes, this is the worst.
Okay. I have had PTSD for a long time. I have handled it as well as I could. However, I have remembered at least three or more occasions when I had multiple perpetrators with CSA. Three men. In one memory, my dad is one of them. In others, I am not sure if he's there.
In one memory, I get severe body memories of electrocution pain, I think.
My hope is someone out there who was abused in a dark church or cult in the 70s or 80s like I was will help me validate what my body is telling me is something that has happened. Yet, I hope this hasn't happened to others.
My memory is of a church my parents took me when I was 4 held on Sundays in a funeral parlor family business. One of the family was the pastor.
I was taken to a room in the funeral home part, a viewing room, I think, and I was tortured there by two men, the pastor and a deacon. I thought his name was deacon, but then I realized that was what they called the man who stood where you walk in. I was in pre-school. I had been really enjoying pre-school there, or sunday school, if you will. I remember especially a positive Easter memory there.
The body memory is all I have to understand what happened to me there so far. I believe I was hooded or unable to see.
It feels like they put my head into a container or box, and I have a crushing headache that is everywhere but mostly in the forehead. It doesn't feel like I'm being hit, more crushed or electricuted at the same time. I see a box that it is fitted with a vice-like device inside that makes contact in four places and emits electrical pain to the victim.
I realize this sounds far fetched, but hey, I was four and it hurts VERY BADLY. It was torture.
I also feel they had me bent over, my head in this box thing, and they were poking my spine mid back with a "stick" that emited electrocution. The stick is jammed there into my back at a right angle, and it sends a shook at various times, while my head hurts the whole time and my neck and shoulders are very tight. I cannot see.
I am unaware of the sexual things I am sure they are doing because the fear and pain trump getting raped at the point I have this flashback, but I know they are fooling with my private parts as well.
I was also afraid of their religious power and the fact they had dead bodies in coffins in the next room. I was threatened to be put in there with the body if I didn't get into the box the made, which seems less bad by comparison, at the time, until the torture began.
I believe I had DID from the multiple rapes, perps, torture and levels of dissociative symptoms I suffer from and have to sort out.
I was taken from my sunday school class to the trauamtic event.
This explains why I won't leave my kids in Church, nor do I permit them to go to Church or can go myself anymore. I had to go until I left home as an adult, but after that, I couldn't go. I always knew something bad happened in that funeral home/church in a room with red carpet, and I had a recurring nightmare, but I wasn't sure where I was.
If someone got through this nightmaric post, thank you, and for any thoughts you have on such kinds of "can't see what's happening" trauma.
PS the body memories on this flashback are the worst I have had, even after black eyes and rapes, this is the worst.