I have read the rules of the forums and I hope that I am staying within them. The one thing I am most afraid of by sharing here is triggering flashbacks for other people. If I am sharing too much or giving too many details, would someone please gently tell me so?
Yesterday, I had a flash back in front of my kids and I am horrified that they saw it. My daughter is almost 21 and my son is 17. Neither one of them have ever seen me have a flash back before.
If you are particularly sensitive to sexual assault situations, you might want to stop reading this now. The person who raped me many times over the course of my childhood had this game where he would open the door to the grainery and grab a mouse as quickly as he could. Then he would crush the mouse between his thumb and finger and throw it to the ground outside so the cats could find it. Each harvest season, he would count how many mice he could kill versus how many mice the cats could kill. After killing mice with his hands, he would rape me. I am not afraid of mice in the slightest but when I see a mouse, I have a flashback.
This fall, we are having a problem with mice in the house. When I see a mouse, I have flash backs. I was sweeping the kitchen floor and a mouse peeked out from under the stove. I was instantly transported back to the place of my assaults. During my flash back, I turned and ran and smashed into a door or wall. I can't actually remember what I hit. I just know that my shoulder hurts from where I ran into something. My daughter thinks I might have hurt it when I fell on the desk in my son's room.
This was one of the worst flashbacks I have ever had and I am mortified that I did it in front of my kids. I hyperventilated, shook from the inside out, couldn't stand, wept, and went into a fetal position. I haven't left my bedroom since then.
Yesterday, I had a flash back in front of my kids and I am horrified that they saw it. My daughter is almost 21 and my son is 17. Neither one of them have ever seen me have a flash back before.
If you are particularly sensitive to sexual assault situations, you might want to stop reading this now. The person who raped me many times over the course of my childhood had this game where he would open the door to the grainery and grab a mouse as quickly as he could. Then he would crush the mouse between his thumb and finger and throw it to the ground outside so the cats could find it. Each harvest season, he would count how many mice he could kill versus how many mice the cats could kill. After killing mice with his hands, he would rape me. I am not afraid of mice in the slightest but when I see a mouse, I have a flashback.
This fall, we are having a problem with mice in the house. When I see a mouse, I have flash backs. I was sweeping the kitchen floor and a mouse peeked out from under the stove. I was instantly transported back to the place of my assaults. During my flash back, I turned and ran and smashed into a door or wall. I can't actually remember what I hit. I just know that my shoulder hurts from where I ran into something. My daughter thinks I might have hurt it when I fell on the desk in my son's room.
This was one of the worst flashbacks I have ever had and I am mortified that I did it in front of my kids. I hyperventilated, shook from the inside out, couldn't stand, wept, and went into a fetal position. I haven't left my bedroom since then.