Lady of Longbourn
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This is hard to talk about. I talk about it in my diary a bit but I don't understand it.
I was raped many times by a boyfriend when I was 17 to almost 19 years old. I can understand it and even it still hurts but I have been able to move forward to start healing.
But I have never met another person who was online 'groomed' like I was. I have only seen one other person on this forum was was groomed over the internet like I was and they posted once or twice and have never been back.
I can't wrap my head around it. I haven't really been able to move on. So much so...I don't talk about it. My therapist knows but I pretty much refuse to talk about it. Because I feel it was all my fault. All of it. I feel there is no excuse. I brought it on myself. I deserve to feel bad and I did to myself. Maybe I was just a whore...:(
It started when I was about 13 or 14 years old. Very depressed and my best friend had recently died of cancer and I had no friends. My mother was sick or busy and would leave me alone for hours and hours at a time. I don't remember how it started. I think yahoo messenger was installed on the computer already (you know how when you buy a new computer all this junk is installed on it?) I don't remember how I figured it out to go to chatrooms or anything like that or where the thought came from.
But soon I had all sorts of 'friends' to talk too. I remember how it started. It was typical sexual predator and it started out slowly. Soon I was taking pictures of myself almost naked. Using webcams to video myself naked. Stripping for them and...I wont go into details. It makes me feel sick. All to help them get off.
All to have people to talk too. Because no one else bothered to ask me about my day other then these guys. This happened between the ages of 13 or 14 to about 17 years old. All men where 25+. My first predator was about 33 to my 14.
Sometimes it was just one man but there was also groups of men who would watch me. You know those people that get busted and jailed for child pornography? I bet I'm probably in there somewhere on someones computer.
But my parents...well, my father caught me once. And he yelled and pushed me around and called me a whore and a slut. He should have been angry at those men becasue I was about 15 but I was the one being called a slut. And my mother...She actually bought me a webcam for Christmas once. And she even talked to one of them in chat...Some of them were even my 'boyfriends' or so I felt. They would call my house and again, I finally had someone to talk too. My mother knew they were calling, I would talk to her about them.
In all those years there was 10+ guys and that's not including the groups.
I should have known better. But I guess that's all about 'grooming' right?
From Wikipedia:
And then I feel...I wasn't really a 'child'. I was 13 or 14 when I started. I should have known better. I should have told someone...though I am not sure who becasue I was so alone.
I hate talking about this. I hate thinking about it. I don't understand it. I was like a robot with them. Yes, sometimes I cried while stripping for them but I still f*cking did it.
I know how desperate I sound right now. Sorry. :(
Can anyone help me understand?
I was raped many times by a boyfriend when I was 17 to almost 19 years old. I can understand it and even it still hurts but I have been able to move forward to start healing.
But I have never met another person who was online 'groomed' like I was. I have only seen one other person on this forum was was groomed over the internet like I was and they posted once or twice and have never been back.
I can't wrap my head around it. I haven't really been able to move on. So much so...I don't talk about it. My therapist knows but I pretty much refuse to talk about it. Because I feel it was all my fault. All of it. I feel there is no excuse. I brought it on myself. I deserve to feel bad and I did to myself. Maybe I was just a whore...:(
It started when I was about 13 or 14 years old. Very depressed and my best friend had recently died of cancer and I had no friends. My mother was sick or busy and would leave me alone for hours and hours at a time. I don't remember how it started. I think yahoo messenger was installed on the computer already (you know how when you buy a new computer all this junk is installed on it?) I don't remember how I figured it out to go to chatrooms or anything like that or where the thought came from.
But soon I had all sorts of 'friends' to talk too. I remember how it started. It was typical sexual predator and it started out slowly. Soon I was taking pictures of myself almost naked. Using webcams to video myself naked. Stripping for them and...I wont go into details. It makes me feel sick. All to help them get off.
All to have people to talk too. Because no one else bothered to ask me about my day other then these guys. This happened between the ages of 13 or 14 to about 17 years old. All men where 25+. My first predator was about 33 to my 14.
Sometimes it was just one man but there was also groups of men who would watch me. You know those people that get busted and jailed for child pornography? I bet I'm probably in there somewhere on someones computer.
But my parents...well, my father caught me once. And he yelled and pushed me around and called me a whore and a slut. He should have been angry at those men becasue I was about 15 but I was the one being called a slut. And my mother...She actually bought me a webcam for Christmas once. And she even talked to one of them in chat...Some of them were even my 'boyfriends' or so I felt. They would call my house and again, I finally had someone to talk too. My mother knew they were calling, I would talk to her about them.
In all those years there was 10+ guys and that's not including the groups.
I should have known better. But I guess that's all about 'grooming' right?
From Wikipedia:
Child grooming refers to actions deliberately undertaken with the aim of befriending and establishing an emotional connection with a child, to lower the child's inhibitions in preparation for sexual activity with the child...
And then I feel...I wasn't really a 'child'. I was 13 or 14 when I started. I should have known better. I should have told someone...though I am not sure who becasue I was so alone.
I hate talking about this. I hate thinking about it. I don't understand it. I was like a robot with them. Yes, sometimes I cried while stripping for them but I still f*cking did it.
I know how desperate I sound right now. Sorry. :(
Can anyone help me understand?