Hello everyone, I'm new. This is the first time I've ever posted online about this. I've done loads and loads of reading to try and find some comfort, as I feel like I'm about to explode. The exploding feeling has been increasing for months now. My husband suggested a support group or therapist. I saw a therapist when I was 18 and he said that kids at that age are just exploring and no harm was done. Needless to say, I didn't go back and have been looking for some help me get through this.
I was sexually abused as a child by both my uncle and cousin who were both three years older than me. I was 8 or 9 at the time of the first assault and it went on for several years. I won't get graphic as it’s too hard for me to even type, never mind say it. They used to look at playboys or read the Joy of Sex while I was coloring or playing at my aunt's house and asked me if I wanted to play with them. I said yes because I had no one to play with. That's when the touching started. They used to tell me that what we were doing was bad and if I ever told, I'd be in trouble. My parents never talked with me about sex, even now at age 41, it’s an awkward subject when my parents are around. This behavior continued during holidays, birthdays, Saturday visits, Sunday dinners, etc... each time getting worse. I lost my virginity to the handle of a toilet plunger, then eventually their "parts", most of the time with a blanket or towel over my face.
When I was 10, I was crying at school and a female teacher asked me why I was crying. I had a male teacher for the first time and I told her that I was afraid he was going to touch me. I had no idea what I was saying or even what it meant. All I know is as a that it was a big deal. They asked me if he touched, which he didn't thankfully and I told them just that. Sadly, the investigation didn't go much further. No one asked me if someone else had touched me or why I would say such a thing. I don't even remember if my parents were called.
The abuse stopped when I was about 11. Still having no idea about sex or what it was or meant. I just chose to stay beside my mom and dad whenever we went anywhere or be with my brothers when they came over to our house.
When I was 14, I was playing hide and seek with my cousins on the other side of the family. Two of the cousins are the same age as me. One snuck up behind me and held me so I couldn't move and covered my mouth, the other began to fondle my breasts and vagina. This only happened the one time and never again. Again, ashamed, I said nothing
When I was 15, I caught my uncle (same one as earlier) in my panty drawer, touching and smelling them. I just ran away without saying anything.
When I was 18, I worked at a bakery. I used to help bag bread in the back. Two of the bakers, one was 26 and the other in his 50's grabbed me and started to touch me, spanking me and putting their floured hand prints all over me. It was humiliating. I told my boss at the time and nothing happened other than I didn't work in the back anymore. I didn't know what to do.
I finally had the courage to tell my parents when I was 19 about everything. They looked at me, said nothing and continued as if I had said nothing.
I went through a long period of self-doubt and wondered if it anything really happened. I have faint and distant memories of the events, there are so many, I don’t know what’s real anymore or if it was a nightmare.
Long story short, its messed me up. I wrote myself a letter last year, explaining in painful detail what happened to me. It was strange that it was written by a 40 year old woman in the words of a 9 year old. It gave me perspective.
Lately, I have been having anxiety attacks, withdrawn from my husband and I no longer care to have sex. He's been wonderful about the whole thing. This past week, people at work have been asking me what’s wrong and if I need to talk. I just tell them that nothing is wrong. I don’t want to subject anyone to this.
I can't even listen to the radio as it somehow triggers my brain to the point of insanity, like the radio station is trying to control me and my mood. I become paranoid and must turn it off. I understand that logically, this is impossible.
I have live every day since the first time with guilt, self doubt, self hatred and suicidal thoughts. How could a 9 year old think about suicide? How did I even know what that was back then? Why did I feel it and still feel it? Sad to say, I'm used to the suicidal thoughts and know that its just me being overloaded and wanting the thoughts of the past to stop.
I have conditions when my husband and I have sex. I don't consider it lovemaking because I'm damaged and I can't "feel the love" - I don't know what the difference is. He can't say I love you, or he can't "inspect me" or look at me with lustful eyes. My eyes must never be covered and I can't have sex in front of a mirror. We tried it once and I was disgusted with myself and got mad at him for making me do it even though he didn't, it just happened.
I am so overwhelmed right now. Why can't I move on? Why do some men smell like my uncle? It smells like dirty lust to me and I can't be around men that have that smell. Why do I attract this? I don't consider myself to be beautiful or even remotely attractive, in fact I go to lengths some times to make myself unattractive, overeating, not doing my hair, dressing badly, etc.
I have nightmares about it sometimes. Sometimes I have great difficult distinguishing my husband from them. Sometimes I have outbursts of anger where I say stuff about the past and my husband has no idea what I'm talking about.
I’m sorry if I am rambling on. I’m really stuck in a loop. I can’t shake it. I can’t bring myself to get help because I’m afraid they won’t believe me. Why don’t they believe me? I don’t lie, I’m a good person and I try to be just that everyday. I cry when I kill a fly for heaven’s sake. What have I done?
Thank you for reading. I'm sorry if I've offended anyone in anyway. Just looking for some advice on how/where to get help. I can't live like this anymore.
I was sexually abused as a child by both my uncle and cousin who were both three years older than me. I was 8 or 9 at the time of the first assault and it went on for several years. I won't get graphic as it’s too hard for me to even type, never mind say it. They used to look at playboys or read the Joy of Sex while I was coloring or playing at my aunt's house and asked me if I wanted to play with them. I said yes because I had no one to play with. That's when the touching started. They used to tell me that what we were doing was bad and if I ever told, I'd be in trouble. My parents never talked with me about sex, even now at age 41, it’s an awkward subject when my parents are around. This behavior continued during holidays, birthdays, Saturday visits, Sunday dinners, etc... each time getting worse. I lost my virginity to the handle of a toilet plunger, then eventually their "parts", most of the time with a blanket or towel over my face.
When I was 10, I was crying at school and a female teacher asked me why I was crying. I had a male teacher for the first time and I told her that I was afraid he was going to touch me. I had no idea what I was saying or even what it meant. All I know is as a that it was a big deal. They asked me if he touched, which he didn't thankfully and I told them just that. Sadly, the investigation didn't go much further. No one asked me if someone else had touched me or why I would say such a thing. I don't even remember if my parents were called.
The abuse stopped when I was about 11. Still having no idea about sex or what it was or meant. I just chose to stay beside my mom and dad whenever we went anywhere or be with my brothers when they came over to our house.
When I was 14, I was playing hide and seek with my cousins on the other side of the family. Two of the cousins are the same age as me. One snuck up behind me and held me so I couldn't move and covered my mouth, the other began to fondle my breasts and vagina. This only happened the one time and never again. Again, ashamed, I said nothing
When I was 15, I caught my uncle (same one as earlier) in my panty drawer, touching and smelling them. I just ran away without saying anything.
When I was 18, I worked at a bakery. I used to help bag bread in the back. Two of the bakers, one was 26 and the other in his 50's grabbed me and started to touch me, spanking me and putting their floured hand prints all over me. It was humiliating. I told my boss at the time and nothing happened other than I didn't work in the back anymore. I didn't know what to do.
I finally had the courage to tell my parents when I was 19 about everything. They looked at me, said nothing and continued as if I had said nothing.
I went through a long period of self-doubt and wondered if it anything really happened. I have faint and distant memories of the events, there are so many, I don’t know what’s real anymore or if it was a nightmare.
Long story short, its messed me up. I wrote myself a letter last year, explaining in painful detail what happened to me. It was strange that it was written by a 40 year old woman in the words of a 9 year old. It gave me perspective.
Lately, I have been having anxiety attacks, withdrawn from my husband and I no longer care to have sex. He's been wonderful about the whole thing. This past week, people at work have been asking me what’s wrong and if I need to talk. I just tell them that nothing is wrong. I don’t want to subject anyone to this.
I can't even listen to the radio as it somehow triggers my brain to the point of insanity, like the radio station is trying to control me and my mood. I become paranoid and must turn it off. I understand that logically, this is impossible.
I have live every day since the first time with guilt, self doubt, self hatred and suicidal thoughts. How could a 9 year old think about suicide? How did I even know what that was back then? Why did I feel it and still feel it? Sad to say, I'm used to the suicidal thoughts and know that its just me being overloaded and wanting the thoughts of the past to stop.
I have conditions when my husband and I have sex. I don't consider it lovemaking because I'm damaged and I can't "feel the love" - I don't know what the difference is. He can't say I love you, or he can't "inspect me" or look at me with lustful eyes. My eyes must never be covered and I can't have sex in front of a mirror. We tried it once and I was disgusted with myself and got mad at him for making me do it even though he didn't, it just happened.
I am so overwhelmed right now. Why can't I move on? Why do some men smell like my uncle? It smells like dirty lust to me and I can't be around men that have that smell. Why do I attract this? I don't consider myself to be beautiful or even remotely attractive, in fact I go to lengths some times to make myself unattractive, overeating, not doing my hair, dressing badly, etc.
I have nightmares about it sometimes. Sometimes I have great difficult distinguishing my husband from them. Sometimes I have outbursts of anger where I say stuff about the past and my husband has no idea what I'm talking about.
I’m sorry if I am rambling on. I’m really stuck in a loop. I can’t shake it. I can’t bring myself to get help because I’m afraid they won’t believe me. Why don’t they believe me? I don’t lie, I’m a good person and I try to be just that everyday. I cry when I kill a fly for heaven’s sake. What have I done?
Thank you for reading. I'm sorry if I've offended anyone in anyway. Just looking for some advice on how/where to get help. I can't live like this anymore.