Hi. I thought I should introduce myself here. I have been on the PTSD Forum for a while but I just recently started coming onto this forum.
About two years ago I started to recover memories of something that happened 43 years ago, when I was 5 years old. I was abducted by a man and then raped by two people, the man and a woman I never saw because I had a sheet or pillowcase wrapped around my head. I should be dead but instead they let me go and I will never know why. This all happened while I was supposed to be in kindergarten class.
There is a lot of things that I am still trying to make sense of, still memories coming back. Everything is disjointed, just flashes and emotions. At times I remember the pain but sometimes I just know that there was pain. Sometimes I remember how helpless I felt when I didn't have the strength to fight anymore. I tried to get away but I couldn't. It is like sometimes the memories try to find an opening in the wall but they are still so big they keep getting stuffed back behind it again.
About two years ago I started to recover memories of something that happened 43 years ago, when I was 5 years old. I was abducted by a man and then raped by two people, the man and a woman I never saw because I had a sheet or pillowcase wrapped around my head. I should be dead but instead they let me go and I will never know why. This all happened while I was supposed to be in kindergarten class.
There is a lot of things that I am still trying to make sense of, still memories coming back. Everything is disjointed, just flashes and emotions. At times I remember the pain but sometimes I just know that there was pain. Sometimes I remember how helpless I felt when I didn't have the strength to fight anymore. I tried to get away but I couldn't. It is like sometimes the memories try to find an opening in the wall but they are still so big they keep getting stuffed back behind it again.
