It started a few months ago and was triggered by something that was happening with my child at school.
I began to notice for the first time that I was missing memories for a few years during high school. I tried to make a timeline of what I did remember. I talked about it with an old friend to see if she could fill in the gaps. We were drinking that night and for unknown reasons I told her "I think something really bad happened to me in a van". I started drawing pictures at first with clocks, black holes and missing time (and a shady van in the background).
One day I was taking a walk and I started seeing this image of old red velvet upholstery.. It was making me feel sick to my stomach. I sat down to draw it and instead, within 10 minutes I had drawn a scene (with my non-dominant hand) showcasing the interior of a van, featuring a gang of boys from high school who had tormented me in a gang rape scene. I almost threw up. I still get sick when I look at it.
I have drawn pages of an entire scenario. It reads like a story but doesn't feel real. It is so f*cked up! However, it explains so many of the times I have been triggered (any time I see one of these people in a public setting, etc.). As this comes back, I feel like I am unraveling. I can put together pieces of it. Smells, sounds (soundtracks), places, times, body memory... I feel totally unglued.
I began to notice for the first time that I was missing memories for a few years during high school. I tried to make a timeline of what I did remember. I talked about it with an old friend to see if she could fill in the gaps. We were drinking that night and for unknown reasons I told her "I think something really bad happened to me in a van". I started drawing pictures at first with clocks, black holes and missing time (and a shady van in the background).
One day I was taking a walk and I started seeing this image of old red velvet upholstery.. It was making me feel sick to my stomach. I sat down to draw it and instead, within 10 minutes I had drawn a scene (with my non-dominant hand) showcasing the interior of a van, featuring a gang of boys from high school who had tormented me in a gang rape scene. I almost threw up. I still get sick when I look at it.
I have drawn pages of an entire scenario. It reads like a story but doesn't feel real. It is so f*cked up! However, it explains so many of the times I have been triggered (any time I see one of these people in a public setting, etc.). As this comes back, I feel like I am unraveling. I can put together pieces of it. Smells, sounds (soundtracks), places, times, body memory... I feel totally unglued.