BraveIglee
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Someone had said something to me that I’m going to tell you.
She was continually pressuring me into talking about specific sexual encounters that I had with my father and my brother. At one point, I broke down telling her about how my body was doing really weird stuff when they were doing things to me. Like an excitement or enjoyment that I cannot explain. A sensation. My body like liked what was happening.
I didn’t though. I really didn’t. You’ve got to believe me…I really didn’t like it. My body like became out of control with my breathing and heart rate and it was shaking.
The person said that I did because obviously if my body “felt like that.” I think this is why she was always asking me if I had ever consented, and why I didn’t fight back, and it was like she was trying to get me to say that I consented. At one point, she had gotten upset with me because I told her I didn’t like it and she said “well, you just told me that you felt some kind of excitment or enjoyment.” I was broken.
But, this leaves me all confused. What they did (my father and my brother) was scary. Yet I feel so guilty and shameful because my stupid body did what it did. It is almost impossible to tell anyone. It was a secret that I had kept in for so long because of how dirty I feel. Dawn was the first person I ever told and she was saying I enjoyed it because of my reaction.
I don’t really know how to make sense of it, but I find it so hard to talk to anyone about it because I don’t want them to tell me what that person has told me. I feel like I’m trapped with this thing. I don’t want people to judge me. I didn’t want it or like it. I really didn’t. I don’t understand why my body did that and I am so confused. Like I know what my body did was wrong…but to me there was no way to stop it or control it. I think is why it is so hard and seemingly impossible to talk about what they did. Why I can only come so far and then its like something breaks inside of me and I feel like I would fall apart if I continue to talk about what they did.
Please don’t judge me…but its like even when I am trying to talk/think about it my body begins to feel all weird. I am disgusted and really don’t know what is wrong with me. What they did hurt and what they did was wrong, yet I feel so guilty because I guess sometimes to my body everything felt good. Like it makes me sick right now because it wasn’t good. I feel really, really conflicted because…because it felt good. Oh I’m so sick to even say that. My body did things that I didn’t want it to but I couldn’t stop it.
People will never believe me when I say I didn’t want it to happen when i tell them that somehow at the very same time it felt good. I was terrified, yet I don’t think anyone will believe that because of those weird feelings. Like I hate to admit something felt good. Like how can that feel good…like was even abuse if it felt good. Like how can I have been sexual abused yet instead of feeling pain which I have I also sometimes felt good. Like I can’t even believe I am writing this to you but I am. I can’t talk to anyone about it. Its like once I try my body seems to react in a way I have to stop or I am going to break. I don’t know maybe that person was right…
I hope you don’t feel I am crazy. I hold this dirty secret in so close and try so hard to block it all out of my head. I don’t ever want to tell anyone or talk with anyone about this secret because how can I make them understand how scary, confusing, and destructive all these things have been after I finish trying to explain this secret.
I don’t know please help me understand even if what that person said is true. This is something I have kept in for so long and I know its really seemingly impossible to talk about it with anyone else at this point. I don’t know if I will ever be able to. I don’t even really know why I am now but I guess I need to know. I can try to tell you more if you need me to…I don’t know. Will you even know or understand what happened. Or am I really messed up. Please help me.
She was continually pressuring me into talking about specific sexual encounters that I had with my father and my brother. At one point, I broke down telling her about how my body was doing really weird stuff when they were doing things to me. Like an excitement or enjoyment that I cannot explain. A sensation. My body like liked what was happening.
I didn’t though. I really didn’t. You’ve got to believe me…I really didn’t like it. My body like became out of control with my breathing and heart rate and it was shaking.
The person said that I did because obviously if my body “felt like that.” I think this is why she was always asking me if I had ever consented, and why I didn’t fight back, and it was like she was trying to get me to say that I consented. At one point, she had gotten upset with me because I told her I didn’t like it and she said “well, you just told me that you felt some kind of excitment or enjoyment.” I was broken.
But, this leaves me all confused. What they did (my father and my brother) was scary. Yet I feel so guilty and shameful because my stupid body did what it did. It is almost impossible to tell anyone. It was a secret that I had kept in for so long because of how dirty I feel. Dawn was the first person I ever told and she was saying I enjoyed it because of my reaction.
I don’t really know how to make sense of it, but I find it so hard to talk to anyone about it because I don’t want them to tell me what that person has told me. I feel like I’m trapped with this thing. I don’t want people to judge me. I didn’t want it or like it. I really didn’t. I don’t understand why my body did that and I am so confused. Like I know what my body did was wrong…but to me there was no way to stop it or control it. I think is why it is so hard and seemingly impossible to talk about what they did. Why I can only come so far and then its like something breaks inside of me and I feel like I would fall apart if I continue to talk about what they did.
Please don’t judge me…but its like even when I am trying to talk/think about it my body begins to feel all weird. I am disgusted and really don’t know what is wrong with me. What they did hurt and what they did was wrong, yet I feel so guilty because I guess sometimes to my body everything felt good. Like it makes me sick right now because it wasn’t good. I feel really, really conflicted because…because it felt good. Oh I’m so sick to even say that. My body did things that I didn’t want it to but I couldn’t stop it.
People will never believe me when I say I didn’t want it to happen when i tell them that somehow at the very same time it felt good. I was terrified, yet I don’t think anyone will believe that because of those weird feelings. Like I hate to admit something felt good. Like how can that feel good…like was even abuse if it felt good. Like how can I have been sexual abused yet instead of feeling pain which I have I also sometimes felt good. Like I can’t even believe I am writing this to you but I am. I can’t talk to anyone about it. Its like once I try my body seems to react in a way I have to stop or I am going to break. I don’t know maybe that person was right…
I hope you don’t feel I am crazy. I hold this dirty secret in so close and try so hard to block it all out of my head. I don’t ever want to tell anyone or talk with anyone about this secret because how can I make them understand how scary, confusing, and destructive all these things have been after I finish trying to explain this secret.
I don’t know please help me understand even if what that person said is true. This is something I have kept in for so long and I know its really seemingly impossible to talk about it with anyone else at this point. I don’t know if I will ever be able to. I don’t even really know why I am now but I guess I need to know. I can try to tell you more if you need me to…I don’t know. Will you even know or understand what happened. Or am I really messed up. Please help me.