So I haven't shared this with anyone ever and I'm not sure if anyone will understand or make sense of this but here it goes...
At the age of 4, I was introduced to the idea of sex. My uncle, who is 4 years older than me ( so 8 at the time) got along really well. We would play video games in his room when I would go to my nans house after school. But one day he said he found a "weird" movie in my other uncles room, and me being curious I wanted to know what the movie was. It turned out to be a porn movie, and obviously being as young as I was I was just confused. He suggested that I copy what the female was doing to the male onto him (oral sex). I don't remember much after that, just that it happened a couple of more times after that, evidently stopping at the age of 8/9. The problem was, he wasn't the only one that introduced me, my older female cousin also did. When I use to go round her house for sleepovers as children we would 'play' with each other. I know it may seem crazy but at the time, these two people were essentially my 'favourite' people so I just thought it was a normal thing to do, and because of this, I did the same thing to my sister who is 4 years younger than me. That only happened twice (I was 8 and she was 4), but it's the moment that's affected me the most.
The fact that I copied what was being done to me on the person that I'm supposed to protect sickens me to the core every single day. I try to tell myself that we were both kids but I can't seem to escape the feeling that I'm a monster, a person that doesn't deserve love because of what I've done. It's hard to think of any good childhood memories even though I know deep down that despite the COCSA my childhood was amazing. I'm 21 now and the feeling of immense guilt happened at 16/17 when I finally stopped kidding myself into thinking everything that happened was a bad dream. I think about it everyday, flashback sort of memories, especially if I'm being intimate with a boy. I haven't seeked out therapy yet as I can't afford it at the moment but I do know I should go as It's affecting my everyday life, including uni work and relationships. I'm not sure how to cope with this trauma, I think about suicide everyday because of it. My brain just can't seem to make any sense of it. On top of everything the relationship I have with my sister currently isn't good, I was horrible to her throughout my teenage years and we would argue a lot, but now we don't argue, we just don't talk. Whenever I see two little sisters playing and being happy together it causes a huge lump in my throat because I wish that was me and my sister, but because of what's happened between us I don't think we could have any sort of relationship, every time she looks at me I feel like she thinks I'm disgusting and hates me, but I wouldn't blame her because that's exactly how I feel about myself.
Growing up I thought I didn't belong here, like I was put here by mistake and I ruin people's lives and I still do think that. I thought I was a weirdo and that if anyone was to find out about what happened then they'd hate me, so I kept it to myself, unknowingly making it way harder for myself. I feel weird and out of place at family parties, I hate going to them.
Is there any suggestions or advice anyone could please give? I don't think I can go on much longer like this.
At the age of 4, I was introduced to the idea of sex. My uncle, who is 4 years older than me ( so 8 at the time) got along really well. We would play video games in his room when I would go to my nans house after school. But one day he said he found a "weird" movie in my other uncles room, and me being curious I wanted to know what the movie was. It turned out to be a porn movie, and obviously being as young as I was I was just confused. He suggested that I copy what the female was doing to the male onto him (oral sex). I don't remember much after that, just that it happened a couple of more times after that, evidently stopping at the age of 8/9. The problem was, he wasn't the only one that introduced me, my older female cousin also did. When I use to go round her house for sleepovers as children we would 'play' with each other. I know it may seem crazy but at the time, these two people were essentially my 'favourite' people so I just thought it was a normal thing to do, and because of this, I did the same thing to my sister who is 4 years younger than me. That only happened twice (I was 8 and she was 4), but it's the moment that's affected me the most.
The fact that I copied what was being done to me on the person that I'm supposed to protect sickens me to the core every single day. I try to tell myself that we were both kids but I can't seem to escape the feeling that I'm a monster, a person that doesn't deserve love because of what I've done. It's hard to think of any good childhood memories even though I know deep down that despite the COCSA my childhood was amazing. I'm 21 now and the feeling of immense guilt happened at 16/17 when I finally stopped kidding myself into thinking everything that happened was a bad dream. I think about it everyday, flashback sort of memories, especially if I'm being intimate with a boy. I haven't seeked out therapy yet as I can't afford it at the moment but I do know I should go as It's affecting my everyday life, including uni work and relationships. I'm not sure how to cope with this trauma, I think about suicide everyday because of it. My brain just can't seem to make any sense of it. On top of everything the relationship I have with my sister currently isn't good, I was horrible to her throughout my teenage years and we would argue a lot, but now we don't argue, we just don't talk. Whenever I see two little sisters playing and being happy together it causes a huge lump in my throat because I wish that was me and my sister, but because of what's happened between us I don't think we could have any sort of relationship, every time she looks at me I feel like she thinks I'm disgusting and hates me, but I wouldn't blame her because that's exactly how I feel about myself.
Growing up I thought I didn't belong here, like I was put here by mistake and I ruin people's lives and I still do think that. I thought I was a weirdo and that if anyone was to find out about what happened then they'd hate me, so I kept it to myself, unknowingly making it way harder for myself. I feel weird and out of place at family parties, I hate going to them.
Is there any suggestions or advice anyone could please give? I don't think I can go on much longer like this.