stayingalive86
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I don't understand how to move on. There are some days that are easier than others, but for the most part I don't know what to do. My doctors either way to shove pills down my throat or give me coping tools. I like the coping tools. I need something for the moment when the flash back and anxiety hits. But I need to stop running from what happened. I have been running all these years. I need to turn and face what happened, but I don't know how to do that.
I was sexually abused as a child by my brother in law at the time. I am pretty much over that for the most part, sometimes it still affects me, but enough time has passed. The tramua that I am still not over is my ex husband. I know there were countless times he raped me. He might not consider it rape, maybe even technically it's not. But I did a lot of things I didn't want to do because I had no where else to go. He knew this and used it against me to basically get whatever he wanted. Those memories bother me a lot. Sometimes I can still feel the physical pain. Or I will have a pain that will remind me of those experiences and it just turns my world upside down.
But there is one night I cannot get out of my head. I had a drink, then woke up in a room with ex husband (boyfriend at the time) and his friend. My pants were on the other side of the room. At the time I was a virgin and just stopped cutting. I never showed off my legs, ever. My ex kept telling me I must have took my pants off and thrown them on the other side of the room because I was hot or something. Afterwards him and his friend kept making jokes that I would end up pregnant by the toilet seat. I tried to just completely forget it ever happened.
I found a diary entry from back then. The entry before that happened, was very happy and hopeful. It was about how I wanted to wait until I got married to have sex. That it was probably not going to happen so I at least wanted to wait until I was 19 so he and I would be the same age. I talked about how I was scared and not really ready. I kept telling him I wasn't ready. It didn't feel right. Less than a month later we did have sex, we were both naked, I said I wasn't ready and he just put it in anyway. He accused me of not being a virgin. I told him I was as far as I knew, unless there was something about that night he wasn't telling me. He got upset. Later in an argument, like when we were already married, we were fighting and he just started crying. He went on and on about how the first time we had sex he raped me. He never clarified if he was talking about the night I remember or the night that I don't.
I just wish I knew how to move past this. I am happy for the therapy helping me cope in the moment, but I need to get through it. I am taking myself off the anti depressants because I feel like it's done nothing really but keep me from facing my problems. I have been running from this for 10 years. I have been in denial, using bulimia, cutting, whatever I can to not think about it. I think I need to finally face what happened and work through it. That's the only way. I can't keep running from the pain.
I just don't know how to go about doing it.
I was sexually abused as a child by my brother in law at the time. I am pretty much over that for the most part, sometimes it still affects me, but enough time has passed. The tramua that I am still not over is my ex husband. I know there were countless times he raped me. He might not consider it rape, maybe even technically it's not. But I did a lot of things I didn't want to do because I had no where else to go. He knew this and used it against me to basically get whatever he wanted. Those memories bother me a lot. Sometimes I can still feel the physical pain. Or I will have a pain that will remind me of those experiences and it just turns my world upside down.
But there is one night I cannot get out of my head. I had a drink, then woke up in a room with ex husband (boyfriend at the time) and his friend. My pants were on the other side of the room. At the time I was a virgin and just stopped cutting. I never showed off my legs, ever. My ex kept telling me I must have took my pants off and thrown them on the other side of the room because I was hot or something. Afterwards him and his friend kept making jokes that I would end up pregnant by the toilet seat. I tried to just completely forget it ever happened.
I found a diary entry from back then. The entry before that happened, was very happy and hopeful. It was about how I wanted to wait until I got married to have sex. That it was probably not going to happen so I at least wanted to wait until I was 19 so he and I would be the same age. I talked about how I was scared and not really ready. I kept telling him I wasn't ready. It didn't feel right. Less than a month later we did have sex, we were both naked, I said I wasn't ready and he just put it in anyway. He accused me of not being a virgin. I told him I was as far as I knew, unless there was something about that night he wasn't telling me. He got upset. Later in an argument, like when we were already married, we were fighting and he just started crying. He went on and on about how the first time we had sex he raped me. He never clarified if he was talking about the night I remember or the night that I don't.
I just wish I knew how to move past this. I am happy for the therapy helping me cope in the moment, but I need to get through it. I am taking myself off the anti depressants because I feel like it's done nothing really but keep me from facing my problems. I have been running from this for 10 years. I have been in denial, using bulimia, cutting, whatever I can to not think about it. I think I need to finally face what happened and work through it. That's the only way. I can't keep running from the pain.
I just don't know how to go about doing it.