rattiestbird
New Here
Hi. Call me Bird.
I've recently been diagnosed with C-PTSD. I knew my childhood was dysfunctional and scarring. I score 8 (maybe 9 -- we'll get to it) on the ACE questions. I understand why I'm jumpy, afraid to be close to people, most of what hurts I get -- my family was physically and emotionally abusive, neglectful, I was parentified, and I've lost two brothers to drug overdoses. Logically I grasp that I am affected by the neglect and abuse and have understood and been working through that for a long time.
What is "new" to me is considering the possibility that I am a victim of child sexual abuse. My brothers were molested/raped by our oldest brother, and discovering that in my early teens/finding out my oldest brother was that kind of monster was very upsetting; but in my head nothing like that ever happened to me. My brothers were victims of CSA -- I had a hard upbringing, but not sexual trauma. It made sense.
My mother had boyfriends that acted inappropriately towards me. I knew that much, and that it was wrong. They'd say how mature I was for my age, put their arms around my shoulders, make inappropriate jokes and say how clever I was when I got them. She had one boyfriend (we'll call him C) who showed me his dick. I knew that, too, and even mentioned it to my boyfriend once as an example of "the worst thing" that had happened, to prove I wasn't a victim of CSA. But I've been thinking about that more in recent months and finding it really distressing.
I was nine years old when C showed me his dick. We moved in with him shortly after my parents split and he was probably the first "nice" father figure I had. I walked in on him alone in their room, naked on their bed. I remember I stared first, then blushed and turned away. He laughed at my reaction, thought it was funny how embarrassed I was. I don't remember what he said exactly -- something about it just being skin, maybe -- but it made me feel like I had to stay there and look at him. I felt stupid and small and powerless. I remember I saw his dick several after that. He'd walk around the house naked if no one else was home. What I don't remember is if anything else happened -- if he ever went any further than that. I start EMDR therapy soon and I hope that will help me understand better.
I know I've struggled with intimacy issues all my life. I thought I was asexual, sex-repulsed, and that genitalia was disgusting in my teens, but decided I was just demisexual after getting a boyfriend and liking things with him. I didn't relate my asexuality to those experiences before. I don't feel afraid of sex, but I struggle with consistent interest and initiating with my partner even now.
I struggle with feeling that what happened didn't matter in comparison to what my brothers went through, because as far as I know it was non-contact. I'm scared of remembering more and realising it went further, but also scared of never knowing. I am bothered by the influence it may be having on my life now when it was so minor. I am bothered by not knowing if my intimacy issues are linked to it or if it's "just the way I am".
I've recently been diagnosed with C-PTSD. I knew my childhood was dysfunctional and scarring. I score 8 (maybe 9 -- we'll get to it) on the ACE questions. I understand why I'm jumpy, afraid to be close to people, most of what hurts I get -- my family was physically and emotionally abusive, neglectful, I was parentified, and I've lost two brothers to drug overdoses. Logically I grasp that I am affected by the neglect and abuse and have understood and been working through that for a long time.
What is "new" to me is considering the possibility that I am a victim of child sexual abuse. My brothers were molested/raped by our oldest brother, and discovering that in my early teens/finding out my oldest brother was that kind of monster was very upsetting; but in my head nothing like that ever happened to me. My brothers were victims of CSA -- I had a hard upbringing, but not sexual trauma. It made sense.
My mother had boyfriends that acted inappropriately towards me. I knew that much, and that it was wrong. They'd say how mature I was for my age, put their arms around my shoulders, make inappropriate jokes and say how clever I was when I got them. She had one boyfriend (we'll call him C) who showed me his dick. I knew that, too, and even mentioned it to my boyfriend once as an example of "the worst thing" that had happened, to prove I wasn't a victim of CSA. But I've been thinking about that more in recent months and finding it really distressing.
I was nine years old when C showed me his dick. We moved in with him shortly after my parents split and he was probably the first "nice" father figure I had. I walked in on him alone in their room, naked on their bed. I remember I stared first, then blushed and turned away. He laughed at my reaction, thought it was funny how embarrassed I was. I don't remember what he said exactly -- something about it just being skin, maybe -- but it made me feel like I had to stay there and look at him. I felt stupid and small and powerless. I remember I saw his dick several after that. He'd walk around the house naked if no one else was home. What I don't remember is if anything else happened -- if he ever went any further than that. I start EMDR therapy soon and I hope that will help me understand better.
I know I've struggled with intimacy issues all my life. I thought I was asexual, sex-repulsed, and that genitalia was disgusting in my teens, but decided I was just demisexual after getting a boyfriend and liking things with him. I didn't relate my asexuality to those experiences before. I don't feel afraid of sex, but I struggle with consistent interest and initiating with my partner even now.
I struggle with feeling that what happened didn't matter in comparison to what my brothers went through, because as far as I know it was non-contact. I'm scared of remembering more and realising it went further, but also scared of never knowing. I am bothered by the influence it may be having on my life now when it was so minor. I am bothered by not knowing if my intimacy issues are linked to it or if it's "just the way I am".