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Ulah
So roughly about two years or so ago, when I worked at this one job, and while a relative was slowly dying, (CSA and the like) suppressed memories were surfacing, porn addiction surfacing again and again and I was abused at work... Mom got a little puppy, male pup to keep our other dog company basically. He was a lovely, lovely little dog, softest creature I can remember. But I remember that once he started physically changing, I ended up sexually abusing him. It started with curiously poking the dog's genitals, and escalated from there. I'd give him handjobs, tried to blow him, and rape him once. Though I didn't do the other things after the first attempt, I couldn't stop the touching and it became some f*cked up compulsion like my porn addiction. I don't know why I couldn't stop. I wasn't even legally a kid. I was and am a f*cking adult in my early twenties. I should have known better. I should have walked away. I should have done many different things.
Yet I told myself that he must have 'wanted it' because he never fought back.
But whether he fought back or not... doesn't matter in the end.
And it only stopped when the pup later died from unrelated causes due to some genetic issues when he was barely even a year old.
I'm disgusting and I can't stop feeling so sick at what I've done to this little dog, that did nothing but love me so unconditionally.
Even though I no longer do this, much less have a desire to do such to animals, I can't get it out of my head. I can't forgive, I can't move forward. I'm disgusting no matter what way I look at it.
I just... I'm terrified and sick to my stomach. And I really -want- to tell my therapist. I really do. But I'm scared. I'm so scared of what will happen, and even typing this I can't stop crying.
I just... I don't know if telling my T would help me, or if it would be better to instead learn to forgive myself while tackling my past abuse memories.
I've -never- told anyone this, this is... the first time I've even hinted at it.
Yet I told myself that he must have 'wanted it' because he never fought back.
But whether he fought back or not... doesn't matter in the end.
And it only stopped when the pup later died from unrelated causes due to some genetic issues when he was barely even a year old.
I'm disgusting and I can't stop feeling so sick at what I've done to this little dog, that did nothing but love me so unconditionally.
Even though I no longer do this, much less have a desire to do such to animals, I can't get it out of my head. I can't forgive, I can't move forward. I'm disgusting no matter what way I look at it.
I just... I'm terrified and sick to my stomach. And I really -want- to tell my therapist. I really do. But I'm scared. I'm so scared of what will happen, and even typing this I can't stop crying.
I just... I don't know if telling my T would help me, or if it would be better to instead learn to forgive myself while tackling my past abuse memories.
I've -never- told anyone this, this is... the first time I've even hinted at it.