This is my first post here so I hope it's OK. I get kind of edgy about posting in case someone recognises me but it's probably relevant to say that I'm a 20something, been seeing my current therapist for about a year. I was sexually abused when I was a young child (under the age of 7). My memories are very fragmented and sensory (tactile, mostly) and I have flashbacks on a regular basis (normally several times a week). These are tactile and occasionally visual.
I've disclosed the abuse to my therapist and she's been really supportive and helpful, and she's witnessed several flashbacks so understands how distressing it is for me to experience. The problem I have is in disclosing actual details about what happened. I'm not totally sure how this forum handles trigger warnings but the next paragraph of this could be triggering for sexual abuse/assault survivors.
Essentially there are two main things that make me feel so disgusting and dirty about what happened. The first is my body responding to it with arousal-signs (getting 'wet' etc.). It feels just sickening and horrible, I hate the fact that it happens in response to something that was non-consensual, painful and when I was so young. The second is the fact that during the abuse (specifically when being penetrated and having pressure applied to my abdomen) some combination of pressure, fear and tension caused me to lose bladder control. During flashbacks I have the arousal response and it scares the shit out of me and triggers me to hyperventilate and panic because I don't understand what is happening and what my body is feeling. I'm also terrified every single time that I am going to urinate. In the more intense flashbacks that fear is of urinating on my abuser and being too scared to tell him to stop, and in the less intense ones where I still have an awareness of reality I am scared of it happening in the actual place where I am at the time (I have lost bladder control in a couple of flashbacks). The memories and flashbacks of arousal and lying in my own urine and just altogether having no control over my body are leading to serious suicidal thoughts and I don't know how to deal with it, which has made me realise that I need to talk about it in therapy.
I've tried to talk about this stuff several times and failed, so this week I emailed my therapist a word document detailing basically everything I've said here (with a bit more information that I'm not comfortable putting on a public forum). She's said that I can bring a friend with me into therapy, because I've already discussed this with that friend and having her there might make it easier to say.
But I'm really terrified that what I sent to my therapist might be really disgusting to her or that she'll realise that I can't be helped, or be scared of it being really disgusting if I lost bladder control during a flashback when she was there. It makes me feel so, so ashamed and humiliated and dirty and I'm scared of saying stuff and then regretting it when she is disgusted or realises she can't help me. Therapy feels like my only hope of getting better, and like I need to talk about the really hard stuff... but I just don't know how. I don't know if I'm even going to be able to make words come out when I have my therapy session, and I'm so scared about it.
I've disclosed the abuse to my therapist and she's been really supportive and helpful, and she's witnessed several flashbacks so understands how distressing it is for me to experience. The problem I have is in disclosing actual details about what happened. I'm not totally sure how this forum handles trigger warnings but the next paragraph of this could be triggering for sexual abuse/assault survivors.
Essentially there are two main things that make me feel so disgusting and dirty about what happened. The first is my body responding to it with arousal-signs (getting 'wet' etc.). It feels just sickening and horrible, I hate the fact that it happens in response to something that was non-consensual, painful and when I was so young. The second is the fact that during the abuse (specifically when being penetrated and having pressure applied to my abdomen) some combination of pressure, fear and tension caused me to lose bladder control. During flashbacks I have the arousal response and it scares the shit out of me and triggers me to hyperventilate and panic because I don't understand what is happening and what my body is feeling. I'm also terrified every single time that I am going to urinate. In the more intense flashbacks that fear is of urinating on my abuser and being too scared to tell him to stop, and in the less intense ones where I still have an awareness of reality I am scared of it happening in the actual place where I am at the time (I have lost bladder control in a couple of flashbacks). The memories and flashbacks of arousal and lying in my own urine and just altogether having no control over my body are leading to serious suicidal thoughts and I don't know how to deal with it, which has made me realise that I need to talk about it in therapy.
I've tried to talk about this stuff several times and failed, so this week I emailed my therapist a word document detailing basically everything I've said here (with a bit more information that I'm not comfortable putting on a public forum). She's said that I can bring a friend with me into therapy, because I've already discussed this with that friend and having her there might make it easier to say.
But I'm really terrified that what I sent to my therapist might be really disgusting to her or that she'll realise that I can't be helped, or be scared of it being really disgusting if I lost bladder control during a flashback when she was there. It makes me feel so, so ashamed and humiliated and dirty and I'm scared of saying stuff and then regretting it when she is disgusted or realises she can't help me. Therapy feels like my only hope of getting better, and like I need to talk about the really hard stuff... but I just don't know how. I don't know if I'm even going to be able to make words come out when I have my therapy session, and I'm so scared about it.