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I believe I may have some form of PTSD or so I have been led to believe. Things that make me feel shameful are past actions and I fear I am inherently evil. I have children now and a loving husband but I fear I don't deserve them. I have no idea if I was sexually abused other than a very vague memory from when I was very small, I wasn't a happy child for a lot of my life. Very anxious, nervous and scared of being bad / doing wrong. Always wanting to please and be "good". I believe I was depressed for much of my teens but nobody knew / recognised it. I have no idea if I am inherently bad and good at hiding it most of the time or if I really have PTSD. I've been diagnosed with depression & anxiety disorders but not officially with PTSD and I have constant guilt and intrusive thoughts about past actions.
I was in a stable relationship between 18 & 20 but when I broke up with him I went off the rails completely. I slept with loads of guys, smoked dope, took ecstasy and speed and drank far too much. I was diagnosed with depression between aged 21 & 22 but it was never dealt with properly and my I only took meds for like 2 months. My parents were really useless, my dad kept asking why I felt like that and my mum said why couldn't I just pull myself together. It definitely got worse after that, drinking, sex, drugs and out of control behaviour. I hung out with a group a few years younger than me and I slept my way through that group. I just felt so down and out of control. I contracted crabs and I also got a genital wart as I regularly didn't use protection. Looking back I was just so unhappy. Somehow I managed to get a degree and go on to do a masters. I met my husband after the Masters and I can honestly say he saved me. I have told him everything and he still loves me. No idea why but he does.
When I feel as bad as I do now the things that really make me feel sick me are various things during my childhood where I was definitely acting out including:
I was in a stable relationship between 18 & 20 but when I broke up with him I went off the rails completely. I slept with loads of guys, smoked dope, took ecstasy and speed and drank far too much. I was diagnosed with depression between aged 21 & 22 but it was never dealt with properly and my I only took meds for like 2 months. My parents were really useless, my dad kept asking why I felt like that and my mum said why couldn't I just pull myself together. It definitely got worse after that, drinking, sex, drugs and out of control behaviour. I hung out with a group a few years younger than me and I slept my way through that group. I just felt so down and out of control. I contracted crabs and I also got a genital wart as I regularly didn't use protection. Looking back I was just so unhappy. Somehow I managed to get a degree and go on to do a masters. I met my husband after the Masters and I can honestly say he saved me. I have told him everything and he still loves me. No idea why but he does.
When I feel as bad as I do now the things that really make me feel sick me are various things during my childhood where I was definitely acting out including:
- Experimental kissing and touching breasts of my best friend who was a few months older than me at aged 11. I suggested trying it out because I'd read a book called Princess Daisy (way inappropriate for my age) that I'd stolen and hidden from my mother. For years I worried that someone would find out about this and discover I'm a pervert. The same friend and I tried to pull her younger brothers pants down to get a look at his penis, we made him cry which haunts me. We also got in trouble in school for playing doctors & nurses with a younger girl. I was terrified of being in trouble and what people subsequently thought of me. I think a few mothers even said we weren't allowed play with their kids. That stuck with me for years.
- Experimental touching with my brother who is just under 3 years younger than me. This happened a few times between ages of like 11 and 17. I've asked my brother if he remembers and he says no. I get on fine with him although he lives on a different continent. He has never brought it up again and thinks all of this stuff is my mind blowing it out of proportion.
- Playing games with my younger sister (approx 8 years younger) when I was 11, it involved her pretending to be my lamb and me breastfeeding her. I also asked her about this and she was like "so what, I don't remember and you have no need to worry about this"
- Playing games like doctor (all around age 11) with all three siblings and getting them to kiss my breasts. I probably made them not tell as well which makes me feel really bad.
- Offering to show my breasts to my friends sibllings when I was 13 / 14, they were probably 5 & 7 years younger. Have no idea why I would have thought that is ok but I know I told her brother that I'd say he was lying if he told. I feel so ashamed of scaring him like that.
- Was in a situation where I stayed for a period of time with a bunch of hippy types, they did a lot of naked bathing and swimming which totally freaked me out. I was hanging out a lot with a younger girl, maybe 6 years younger, and one night we went home from the adults skinny dipping and we did some touching. Again I told her about lesbianism and stuff and we kinda tried bits out but I think I called a halt as I wasn't comfortable. I found her number about 10 years ago and called her up to make sure I hadn't scarred her for life. She said she didn't even remember it and was absolutely fine. I on the other hand have never been fine since recovering these memories. I would not be happy if my 10 / 11 year old daughter was in bed with a 16 year old and doing that kind of stuff.
- I have a memory of 2 small girls of my mums friends (aged 3 & 5) who kept following me around into my room and saying they could touch my breasts. I think I said they could look at / touch my lower half but then I panicked when they went to do so and said no get out etc. They told their mum they saw my boobs and she said I shouldn't act like that in front of smaller kids. I was mortified and devastated. Swore I would never be nice to kids again and tried to avoid them wherever possible. I spoke to her about this probably 7 years ago and she said she didn't remember it and that her girls are fine and they only remember me being nice to them. I'm unconvinced that I haven't scarred them for life.
- Once when I babysat my friends daughter, she was under 1 and breastfed, she wouldn't stop crying and I tried everything and then tried to breastfeed her. I have no idea why I thought that would work and I feel sick about it. I've told my friend about it, her daughter is now 19, and she was like well in fairness it was a fairly sensible idea given she was a breastfed baby. She said her daughter is fine ( I see the daughter all the time and we get on well) but I can't get past my guilt.
- There are a few other vague memories where I clearly reacted / spoke in an inappropriate way around small girls particularly. This seemed to interest the therapist who suggested I had PTSD.
- I also think I was kind of mean, angry / cross way to children as if that would keep me safe from them or something.