I'm finding it really hard to write this. I don't know how or when it started and I don't know the whole story yet.
I have memories of being in the bathroom with my dad, age five and age six, with no underwear on. I don't know what happened. But, after I remembered that, I had body memories. It was sore and painful down there, especially when I peed, for several days.
When I was little he sometimes pulled down my underpants to spank me. I don't remember him doing that to my brother. It was humiliating and helped teach me that I had no rights over my body.
At some point he started coming into my room at night and putting it in my mouth. I was scared to go to bed, I sucked my thumb, I drew messed-up pictures, but nobody noticed anything was wrong. As an adult I have a really bad gag reflex, panic attacks at the dentist and loads of TMJ/jaw problems (e.g. it dislocates when I yawn).
There are lots of things that suggest he might have raped me in my early teens, but I don't remember.
One day I told my mum I wanted to live in foster care. She got this funny look and asked if I had something to tell her. I don't know if that means she knew. I was sexually assaulted by two other people in childhood and from things she's said I believe she knew about one of them (another relative).
As a teenager I had several unwanted sexual experiences because I didn't know I could say no. It didn't occur to me that I had a say over my own body. I had a long-term boyfriend who repeatedly raped me but I didn't realise it was rape at the time. I was sexually assaulted once more after that. Hopefully that's it. It's been more than enough for one lifetime frankly.
I haven't got my head round the idea of what my dad did because it just makes me feel so horrified and ashamed.
We didn't have a great relationship anyway, both my parents are verbally abusive, they neglected me and my dad was always very aggressive and controlling. Once I started remembering this stuff I stopped talking to him and he's made zero effort to contact me. I feel better without him in my life but sad that I don't have a dad worth talking to.
I somehow put all this out my mind for ages but now I'm starting to deal with it in therapy. I'm kind of dissociated from everything right now because it hurts too much otherwise. I've only told my therapist a few details.
I have a lovely partner but I can't imagine ever telling him. What if he's disgusted by the idea of being where my dad's been, to put it in the most blunt, horrible way.
So, that's my story.
I have memories of being in the bathroom with my dad, age five and age six, with no underwear on. I don't know what happened. But, after I remembered that, I had body memories. It was sore and painful down there, especially when I peed, for several days.
When I was little he sometimes pulled down my underpants to spank me. I don't remember him doing that to my brother. It was humiliating and helped teach me that I had no rights over my body.
At some point he started coming into my room at night and putting it in my mouth. I was scared to go to bed, I sucked my thumb, I drew messed-up pictures, but nobody noticed anything was wrong. As an adult I have a really bad gag reflex, panic attacks at the dentist and loads of TMJ/jaw problems (e.g. it dislocates when I yawn).
There are lots of things that suggest he might have raped me in my early teens, but I don't remember.
One day I told my mum I wanted to live in foster care. She got this funny look and asked if I had something to tell her. I don't know if that means she knew. I was sexually assaulted by two other people in childhood and from things she's said I believe she knew about one of them (another relative).
As a teenager I had several unwanted sexual experiences because I didn't know I could say no. It didn't occur to me that I had a say over my own body. I had a long-term boyfriend who repeatedly raped me but I didn't realise it was rape at the time. I was sexually assaulted once more after that. Hopefully that's it. It's been more than enough for one lifetime frankly.
I haven't got my head round the idea of what my dad did because it just makes me feel so horrified and ashamed.
We didn't have a great relationship anyway, both my parents are verbally abusive, they neglected me and my dad was always very aggressive and controlling. Once I started remembering this stuff I stopped talking to him and he's made zero effort to contact me. I feel better without him in my life but sad that I don't have a dad worth talking to.
I somehow put all this out my mind for ages but now I'm starting to deal with it in therapy. I'm kind of dissociated from everything right now because it hurts too much otherwise. I've only told my therapist a few details.
I have a lovely partner but I can't imagine ever telling him. What if he's disgusted by the idea of being where my dad's been, to put it in the most blunt, horrible way.
So, that's my story.
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