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Sexual Assault A Shout Out: Venting And Apologizing

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chant2012

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It is kind of a letter? Not sure. Hugs, insight, prayers, support, would be nice. I will give you hugs and support back! I support you all regardless though I hope you all know that.

Here is a shout out to all of you who have ever hurt me, used me, abused me, or screwed me over. (Not necessarily a f*ck you to the family members I mention but I am saying they hurt me and I am upset about it). No, the f*ck you goes to certain someones whom are not related to me.

Dad- You used, abused, and betrayed me, and claimed to not know what you were doing was wrong. I actually even believe you because you didn't know better. Still, it has greatly affected me, but I still love you. I am just confused about how to feel about it since you were always doing it without harmful intentions to me and since you are so wonderfully nice to me now. The only reason I think you did it was to obtain emotional gratification and validation. Your sexual frustrations and feelings that were vented to me, with me, at me, were just you trying to figure them out. You ran them by me in an attempt to gain clarity. Perhaps you really did want to hear me tell you that you were sexy and that mom should touch and pleasure you; I don't know... but I don't think you were doing it to "get off" at least not in a sexual way... perhaps an emotionally sexual way??? THIS is why I am so damn confused and betrayed and sickened by all if this. It would be so much easier to know how to feel and react if I KNEW why or what your reasons were. All I know is that you do love me with your whole heart and that you didn't want to scar me by doing this. You didn't think about the implications of your selfishness. You only thought about your personal needs and used me to make yourself feel better. I feel emotionally raped, and sexually violated in an emotional way not physical if that makes any sense at all... although I do feel disgusting physically when I think about this ALL... I am all mixed up and I STILL have not came to a confusion... shit
You physically abused me too. A lot of the "games" you played with me when we were just "horse-playing" were very physically painful but I laughed and even liked them maybe and asked to do them even though they hurt because I thought they were a fun game and I then got to do the stuff back to you. You would feign that you were in pain but how could 4 or 5 year old me really hurt you hahahaha.....
The few times you punished me in the most intense and painful ways was with the belt. They went past the point of no return. I think they were excessive. I admit there were a few times I deserved them but some of the times were just uncalled for... I don't know......

Grandpa- Basically growing up in that house with you and grandma, I learned that you were terrible. You had this evilness inside of you. You were so filled with hate. You terrorized me and caused me to feel worthless. I had to watch you slowly kill grandma: sucking the life out of her. I took care of her physically when she would be so weak from your hate and emotional abuse and verbal tirades. You tortured her grandpa. I don't know why but I felt responsible for protecting her. I took on her pain and it became mine; just like with my dad. I think I voluntarily did this perhaps, I am not sure. I know it broke my heart into so many irreparable pieces each time I saw her die a little more inside. I died with her.
It wasn't just her you hurt. You hurt me indirectly by hurting her, this is true, but your wrath was directed towards me so many times I can't even keep track. You told me things that made me feel worthless and screwed up. You told me I couldn't do anything right. You looked at me like you hated me. You bashed my family and myself. I can't even verbalize the pain you caused me. You hurt me emotionally and scared me. I was a little girl grandpa. I was from the ages of infancy until 16 or so... but the abuse didn't sink in until I was old enough to feel the terror of your hate and rage and evilness (so about 4 or so until the age if 13 or so which is when I started staying home alone) although I still came over until grandma finally died when I was 16. Your emotional and verbal abuse really did wonders on top of the other stuff that was happening in my life. Thanks for that...
I do need to admit though that I was really mean to you sometimes. I would pick on you and instigate things to spite you because I was so angry and hurt by you. I did do things that hurt you and I am sorry about that. I always thought I hated you but when you died I cried so much which unnerved me. I did love you. You weren't ALWAYS bad. I can think of a few select times when you were endearing and I do thank you for those even though they can all be counted on one or maybe both hands... not too many good times in the span of 16 years but it was better than nothing.

Other family members (dad's sisters)- Thanks for enabling the cycle of dysfunction to continue and for brainwashing me (even further in conjunction with what dad was telling me and what grandma was telling me) to believe it was my duty and responsibility to take care of and protect my dad from my terrible mom... Basically making me feel like I had to take everything because it was my duty to make my dad happy and make him feel loved and cared for... But, like my dad, you were all brainwashed into thinking it was normal... So, I can't really blame you all either. Well, the cycle ends with me!!! (to this day they still do this...)

Grandma- I love you so much, you have always known this and I hope you rest in peace, but I was already hearing all of the horrible things about my mom from all angles and yet you too told me how much you disapproved and disliked her and how she was horrible for hurting my dad and all of this stuff... I don't think anybody knew how hard it was for me (early on when I was really young) and how confusing it was to hear all of this stuff about my mother. I LOVED my mommy so much!!! I began to hate her though. A bitterness so strong and deep that then festered in hate... You had no right. I will always have this deep resentment towards her... I admit, it is better between mom and I now since I can look back with adult eyes and see what was really happening but I still have this partiality towards my dad. I have an obligation towards him. I think I always will maybe. The chance at a healthy, undefiled, and unbiased relationship with her is screwed up. She tells me to just forgive and forget and move on. She blames me for hating her and I know it causes her pain and it KILLS me inside knowing I am the cause of it. I still can't tell her why (although she knows briefly about what dad did and that he poisoned me against her...) she knows not the full extent to which this all happened. I can't tell her. She will always blame me and that will have to be how it is.

Mom- I know in my heart so much of what I was told was probably true just because I saw with my own eyes how you are. How you were. How terribly you treated my daddy. I loved him with such an unhealthy intensity mom and just writing this all is killing me all over again in ways you will NEVER be able to understand. You are a secretive person about your past and I know your childhood plays into why you have done the things you have and why you act the way you do. I do apologize for dad drawing conclusions as to why you do the things you do and making them seem like they are all to hurt him directly. He DOESN'T know for a fact why you do the things you do and I don't either. But, I admit, the reasons he told me DO make sense. They fit...
I am sad how you would always seem to talk about dad and bash him around everyone. You did it while I was present. You KNEW how much I loved dad and was attached to him and you watched my reaction sometimes when you talked about him. It is like you did it to spite me and like you wanted to hurt me by doing this. You STILL do it to this day! I don't blame you though I am bad...
I don't think it is right to EVER talk about marital problems in front of a child. I don't condone it but in your case I think you were maybe punishing me for how I treated you because you could tell I favored dad and that I loved him so much (in an almost unhealthy way.....) and despised you. (Maybe I am just being paranoid... See? Mixed up...) I didn't want to despise you mom... I didn't mean too... I'm sorry mommy. I wish I could do it all over...
I am sorry for everything and for the pain I have caused you. I am SO MIXED UP I dont know which is up or down anymore. I cant trust myself. I hate me. I do love you though and am very sorry it had to be like this.

Here are the big f*ck you's :

C- F*ck you for manipulating my mind and brainwashing me into believing I deserved and actually wanted and potentiated the physical, emotional, verbal, mental, and spiritual abuse you put me through. Oh yeah, and for an*lly r*ping me in such a brutal and painful way. For all the COUNTLESS times you r*ped me when I didn't even understand and see it for what it was: r*pe. I don't know how many times I have been r*ped in my life. TOO many times. You were so damned cunning and suave. You could make anything believable even if proof was sitting right in front of everyone. I still don't get how I was under your spell. I just know you hurt me so badly. I was in love with you. You used that against me and told me that everybody did this to their girlfriends and wives. It was normal. You were aware I had never had a boyfriend before and used it. You took away my life and freedom. You almost killed me. F*ck you!!!! I finally got out from under your grasp. Almost 2 years. 2 years too long.

G- For betraying my (then) boyfriend (your best friend) by r*ping me. I trusted you. We were friends. How could you. You hurt me when I was at my most vulnerable. It makes me physically ill thinking about what you did that night. I thought it would never end. You contributed to the fail of my relationship with him. I was so in love with him. But I suppose it all happens for a reason. Still, you hurt my pride and my emotins. My trust was stripped once again. How? WHY??? I am so mad at you.

Anybody else who has ever screwed me over in life. I probably even deserve a f*ck you too for I am no saint and I admit that. I have done MANY wrongs in this life. I am guilty for hurting my mom and dad and family and many other people.
I am guilty and confused about how I LOVED my dad and believed him only because I was young and innocent. I believed point blank. I let him and my grandma and his sisters poison me and it caused me to HATE my mom.
I am guilty and confused about how I once LOVED my dad and saw no fault at all with him and BLAMED my mom for everything because of the stuff I believed.
Now, I am starting to turn around and see my mom and love her but I still feel anger and resentment and a twinge of "hate" but not REAL hate. I am confused about how I NEVER saw a thing wrong about my dad and yet now I am so angry with him and am feeling anger and resentment and "hate" towards him. A COMPLETE 180!!!! What the heck?!?!?!
I confuse myself even further by defending dad on a heartbeat when my mom says anything about him beacuse I have this obligation to him. It is second nature. It is almost like I feel programmed to do this and I can't control how I feel.
I also now feel this way towards mom when someone says something about her... Then I in turn feel guilty and "wrong and bad" for feeling bad for her beacuse I am supposed to protect dad and feel bad for him... F*CK this is dumb and complex and confusing...
Who would have known that this all could screw me up in the head so bad? WHO would have known that telling a child from early years on that she is supposed to protect her daddy-her PURPOSE- would really sink in and totally mess with how my brain works and relates to people. Who would have thought that the constant mental and emotional and even sexually emotional abuse (from dad) and the playful physical abuse that you believed was just playful and the few excessive punishments would totally f*ck me up so much...??
Then the mental, verbal, emotional, spiritual, and sexual humiliation along with countless r*pes by ex and the ONE by G, just toally put the cherry on top of it all. I know that a lot of what happened to me wasn't sexual. It was mentally sexual abuse in some ways but a lot of it was emotional and mental and physical. Which makes me think it doesn't even belong here on this site? Whoops....

Thanks for the support regardless. I literally am so mixed up over how to feel and act and just relate and how to integrate all of this. It starts to drive me mad. I have started to possibly dissociate when I get triggered or when I think about this all for too long or when I have a severe panic/anxiety attack. I am not sure if it is "true" dissociation or not... I get very spacey and am not really all the way "present" and I feel fuzzy and like I am in a dream. I can't really explain it. It is weird. Sometimes I feel disconnected from reality momentarily and I just "go through the motions" of the day while I am in this "state". Can anyone help clarify this? Thanks so much. It gets confusing...

Sorry if this was HARD to follow and I don't blame you if you didn't even finish it as I just kept on rambling... My mind is ALL mixed up.... Sorry...
Thanks for reading. Have a blessed day! ♥♥♥

Much love, Chantel ♥
 
Edit for new stuff since I posted this...

T- You are my dad's best friend! You were like a dad to me! I have known you since I was like 9 years old... I should have seen the red flags... I did I guess. I just ignored them... When you would get all touchy I would just pretend I didn't notice or care... That is how I have always reacted to things. I f*cking freeze... I was f*cking drunk again... You used it to your advantage... You were wasted too. You claim to have no recollection of this event... Maybe you don't I don't know... It's possible. I have blacked out from drinking... Although it usually comes back in time. Also, my dad was in the room while it f*cking happened... There was also a child and another man in the room... Granted they were all sleeping. I was so embarrassed and ashamed... I didn't scream for help... I did however repeatedly remove your hand from "down there" and repeatedly zipped up my pants... I shook my head 'no'... I don't know if you could see me shaking it 'no' because it was dark... but there was moonlight coming in from the window and it was shining on me so I assume you could... I turned my face away from your stinky mouth and tried pushing you away... I jerked my hand away from your d*ck when you took it and wrapped my hand around it forcing me to give you a h*nd j*b... If that isn't saying 'no' I don't know what is...

I wanted to verbally say no, but I didn't want to traumatize that boy... And I didn't want my dad to see me like that... I figured he would flip out and that someone would end up dead or in prison... I just couldn't let that happen. So, I froze and zoned out... Plus, there were weapons all around... I didn't want shit to go down... And I blame myself, as does my dad, because I found out some weeks later that my dad was in fact awake much of the time and heard it happening even though he couldn't see it happening...

He also blames me because he "woke up" and said, "Chantel, what is going on over there?"

I just went blank and freaked and almost automatically yelled, "Dad do NOT come over here. Go back to sleep now!!!"

So, he listened to me... And thus he gave me an "out" as he calls it and I didn't take it so I must have wanted it... Plus, he says by the sounds I was making, I was liking it... And this hurts. My body responded... And the sounds were also be trying not to cry and make noise. And in the morning when it was time to wake up, I could find my bra... I had taken it off (without taking my shirt off) because it was hurting me... Dad said this was a invitation so his friend didn't mean to and I gave him the wrong idea... Also, the next day (still thinking my dad honestly had no clue what happened and that he had only woke up briefly and hopefully didn't even remember it) I was laughing and acting "normal". Even chose to stay behind at the cabin with you while dad, the boy, and the man went out to eat breakfast... I stayed because I felt sick... And part of me wanted to ask you why you did it... But I never did... I just acted like I had no recollection of it... Lastly, dad says it is not "real r*pe" because you used your fingers and only made me give you a h*nd j*b... and you only forced me to make out with you and touched my body all over... it wasn't r*pe he says...

He even said, "It's not like he hurt you or anything..."

So, yeah, thank you for doing this and causing yet another "problem" I have with my dad. Also, thank you for ruining hunting for me. And thank you for ruining "the property" it's been in my family and was supposed to be mine someday... But it's been over a year since I have been there because there is where it happened...

Oh, and thanks for making me feel even more grossed out than I already did... You know how when I awoke I complained about my shirt being wet? Well, you know how I thought it was beer? I have found out the truth: it wasn't... Dad told me that you told him that it was piss. You pissed all over me. For some reason dad didn't seem too upset... But it f*cking grossed me the hell out...

In dad's defense, he did try to intervene I guess by asking why I was making weird sounds. I figured he thought I was dreaming or talking in my sleep... And he did say, that he isn't happy with you, but that he can't be too mad because you were drunk and didn't mean to or know better... He said I am equally responsible and that I need to face this fact... He said he can't not be friends with you... But, I have been told, that most fathers would have ignored their child's telling them to leave 'it' alone and came and checked on their child anyway... I am sure he could hear my fear and helplessness in my voice. Because as much as I wanted it to stop and him to help me, the thought of him knowing almost was worse... I had to protect him... Could be the one who broke his relationship with you... I had to be sure he was happy and not hurt... My purpose... Live for him not for me... And I f*cking hate you for putting me and him in this position... As if I didn't already have enough issues with him... F*cking hell...
 
Like I said, I have started to possibly dissociate when I get triggered or when I think about this all for too long or when I have a severe panic/anxiety attack. I have since this original post, been diagnosed with PTSD. I am not sure if it is "true" dissociation or not... I get very spacey and am not really all the way "present" and I feel fuzzy and like I am in a dream. I can't really explain it. It is weird. Sometimes I feel disconnected from reality momentarily and I just "go through the motions" of the day while I am in this "state". I even feel time slipping by. I will at times be talking and then just stop mid-sentence and not even know what I have been saying. People have to tell me what I have been talking about. Sometimes I can resume. Sometimes I just can't. It seems like a distant dream.

The other day at work, I went and turned a TV off and was walking around at work and then sat back down (so I have been told...

Then, I asked one of the aids, "Why is the TV off?"

She looked at me weird and said, "Chantel, you just came out of the soiled utility room, sat down, stared at the TV walked over and shut it off, and then walked around. It didn't look like you had anywhere in mind you were actually walking too. Your eyes were glazed over. Then you sat back down and just came to and asked why the TV is off. Do you feel OK?"

I replied (this I remember), "I didn't turn it off. I have been sitting here this whole time."

Anyone have any input or can relate? Thanks.
 
I'm not sure what you mean by 'true' dissociation, because I think dissociation can be mild or severe, and anywhere in between.

Everyone dissociates to some extent. That feeling of having driven home but not really remembering the journey because your mind is elsewhere. Or thinking about something else when someone is talking to you, to the extent that you don't hear what they're saying. Or you watch TV, but you 'miss' parts of the programme because your brain is else where.

It makes sense to me that the more stressed you are, the more you have on your mind, then the more likely you are to dissociate, simply because your brain is trying somehow to deal with the memories and thoughts, that you are not concentrating on the 'here and now'.

Of course there is a spectrum of dissociative disorders, that psychiatrists might talk about, for more long term and serious dissociation, and I'm sure they probably have some scale, and tests they use to diagnose such disorders.

Clearly, I'm no Doctor so can't say whether the dissociation that your experiencing is 'serious' or simply a case of being stressed.

Do you see a psychiatrist? Perhaps it would be worth talking through your experiences with dissociation to get as professional opinion.

Do you see a therapist? You clearly have a lot of memories surfacing /persisting, which are understandably causing you distress. I really think it would be beneficial to seek assistance from a trauma therapist to help you to process your memories, and also your feelings around this.

I'm sorry you're feeling so distressed by it all. You have a lot going on - dealing with all this whilst working. Well done for writing about it. I hope it helps a little. Take care. :hug:
 
As CB says above there is a huge spectrum of dissociation from normal to the not-so-normal. I certainly 'space out' at times. Stress and anxiety makes it far worse.

I have found that grounding techniques can certainly help. When stressed I can find it hard to read a book or watch TV, and I have to concentrate really hard or my mind wanders. I think this is fairly common, and it is about finding strategies to stay on task. Sometimes whatever it is that is trying to take over, I have to consciously 'push-out' of my head, even if that means writing it down to deal with later. If I zone-out to nowhere it is not so easy, but still trying to pull yourself back in to a sound or movement can help.

I have walked to a friend's house in the past without recollection, and it was frightening. However I looked around me, identified familiar items and grounded myself through that. Then composed myself before knocking on her door. Odd and scary? yes. Dangerous ( I had crossed a road)? Yes. T suggested that although I was on autopilot I would most likely have checked for traffic because that is what I am programmed to do. It made me feel better.

Dissociation is not something I worry about any more. When I first learned about it I was really scared. But I think now I have it in perspective. It is a part of who I am and I deal with it. Yes, sometimes that means making up excuses for being off the planet, but I have got quite good at that too. Most people understand day-dreaming so that can be handy, or that I was trying to remember something I saw on TV last night, or I was concentrating so hard on something going on outside that I did not hear what somebody said. Sometimes I just chance it and give a very odd reply to a question, but then I will blame the accent and say I mis-heard.

It has all got a lot better and less worrying with therapy. Even if your Doctor were to diagnose 'something' it probably does not change anything that you would do in therapy, and I do suspect that the less you worry about it, the less it will happen.

Let us know how you get on!
 
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