ok hi.
So I've been lurking on this site for the past few weeks trying to understand/figure out what may or may not have happened to me as a kid. I know there are a lot of threads about this but I thought I might as well try and get some kind of second person perspective since I'm not in a very good situation right now and can't get therapy (probably wont be able to for many years) or have anyone to confide in.
I'm 17 and I think I was molested possibly when I was around 4-7 years old. See the problem is all my memories from that year span are so hazy and they bleed into each so much it's hard to say when the thoughts started popping up exactly, but around that age I started having extremely vivid fantasies and thoughts about a woman doing things to me that i can only really describe as things akin to stuff in dd/lg culture. Fantasies where she would infantilize me but in a really weird sexual way, like her touching me constantly and this kind of phantom feeling of stuff being inserted into me.
I'd force myself to have these recurrent fantasies, get aroused, stick things up my butt, touch myself, hump things and when I say they were vivid they were REALLY vivid. I had this entire outline of a room in an apartment I'd never been to in my life in my head and for some reason my old elementary school was always connected to the thoughts somehow. As I got older I just kept adding to the fantasies, making stuff up to the point where I'd be staring at a wall for HOURS just blankly staring into space while they went through my head like a movie. I stopped having sexual fantasies about the woman specifically as I got older and I started replacing them with new ones, always having to do with an older women.
I would try to coercer friends into do things to me forcefully, like tying me up, treating me like I belonged to them like a slave or baby or something and I'd get a weird sexual gratification from that and I never knew what it was then, but looking back on it now I realize how f****d up it all was.
I've been constantly disassociating to these fantasies for so long that at this point in my life I can't control whenever I disassociate or zone out. I'll randomly just like "clock out of existence" for minutes sometimes hours on end sometimes at really inconvenient times. I don't feel connected to my body. I masturbate way too much, way too many times a day and I think (?) I might be hypersexual. I've looked into it a lot and I fit into almost all of the symptoms. And I feel really weird and almost guilty about all of this because most of the time I hear about csa victims they dread sex and feel pain or something but for me it's like my sex drive is completely insatiable, like something is blocking me from actually going all the way but I just. Cant. Stop. I look forward to sex and crave it every time but afterwards I always feel gross (but then again that fact may have to do with my religious upbringing. idk).
I've identified as a lesbian for a while (since I was about 13) and i don't know if the fact that I can't feel attraction to men has to do with that or with whoever this woman is.
There's more i could probably say. There's way too many things swirling in my head about this, and I can rarely if ever, connect my thoughts into one cohesive sentence. I don't know if im just overthinking some vague childhood memories. I don't know.
thank you for reading this if you did.
So I've been lurking on this site for the past few weeks trying to understand/figure out what may or may not have happened to me as a kid. I know there are a lot of threads about this but I thought I might as well try and get some kind of second person perspective since I'm not in a very good situation right now and can't get therapy (probably wont be able to for many years) or have anyone to confide in.
I'm 17 and I think I was molested possibly when I was around 4-7 years old. See the problem is all my memories from that year span are so hazy and they bleed into each so much it's hard to say when the thoughts started popping up exactly, but around that age I started having extremely vivid fantasies and thoughts about a woman doing things to me that i can only really describe as things akin to stuff in dd/lg culture. Fantasies where she would infantilize me but in a really weird sexual way, like her touching me constantly and this kind of phantom feeling of stuff being inserted into me.
I'd force myself to have these recurrent fantasies, get aroused, stick things up my butt, touch myself, hump things and when I say they were vivid they were REALLY vivid. I had this entire outline of a room in an apartment I'd never been to in my life in my head and for some reason my old elementary school was always connected to the thoughts somehow. As I got older I just kept adding to the fantasies, making stuff up to the point where I'd be staring at a wall for HOURS just blankly staring into space while they went through my head like a movie. I stopped having sexual fantasies about the woman specifically as I got older and I started replacing them with new ones, always having to do with an older women.
I would try to coercer friends into do things to me forcefully, like tying me up, treating me like I belonged to them like a slave or baby or something and I'd get a weird sexual gratification from that and I never knew what it was then, but looking back on it now I realize how f****d up it all was.
I've been constantly disassociating to these fantasies for so long that at this point in my life I can't control whenever I disassociate or zone out. I'll randomly just like "clock out of existence" for minutes sometimes hours on end sometimes at really inconvenient times. I don't feel connected to my body. I masturbate way too much, way too many times a day and I think (?) I might be hypersexual. I've looked into it a lot and I fit into almost all of the symptoms. And I feel really weird and almost guilty about all of this because most of the time I hear about csa victims they dread sex and feel pain or something but for me it's like my sex drive is completely insatiable, like something is blocking me from actually going all the way but I just. Cant. Stop. I look forward to sex and crave it every time but afterwards I always feel gross (but then again that fact may have to do with my religious upbringing. idk).
I've identified as a lesbian for a while (since I was about 13) and i don't know if the fact that I can't feel attraction to men has to do with that or with whoever this woman is.
There's more i could probably say. There's way too many things swirling in my head about this, and I can rarely if ever, connect my thoughts into one cohesive sentence. I don't know if im just overthinking some vague childhood memories. I don't know.
thank you for reading this if you did.