anonymous06
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Hello,
Lately I haven't been able to sleep properly. Each time I close my eyes and start falling asleep,I have a nightmare about that day.
You have to understand I am still young, 14 and a half years old to be exact, and it has been 6 years since... Since it happened. Back then ( 6 years ago), I didn't think much (well, I did, I just didn't overthink much) and lately, memories of that day have been pouring back on me. Every day, I remember it more clearly. And what I remember makes me shiver, I start crying, and I don't know what to do about it. Should I talk? Should I keep quiet?
I should explain:
6 years ago, I went to my grandparents house, in the mountains. They take care of a few teens that have some issues (issues in the head, mostly). One in particular has been sticking around for, what? 20 years now? Anyway, back then, I was approximately 8 or 9. Surprisingly, I don't remember the exact year. But he asked me if I wanted to go play outside, and I accepted. I trusted him, I would call him "cousin" whenever I would mention him in a conversation. Not anymore. We played outside, and at one point, we started walking towards the woods. Suddenly he stopped, and asked me if I wanted to, and I quote: "Do you want to see something cool?".
HA. tricky question, now isn't it? At first, when I started having my nightmares, I would wake up instantly. Any 8 year old would have said yes. I think. So I did. He started unzipping his trousers, and I got nervous. But deep inside, I was also interested in finding out what he was doing. I don't have any brothers, and at 8, I had no idea of what sex was. For me, it was mommy and daddy kissing. I'll spare you the details, part of it because I am not yet comfortable talking about it, but also because I... Actually, no, I take that back, that is the only reason why I am sparing you the details. He touched himself. He made me touch him. It wasn't enough for him. He touched me. And innocent, young me said: "that feels good". HA. Again. He tried penetrating, but I screamed as soon as he tried too, and that alarmed him and he decided it was probably safer for him to just give up. He didn't make me swear not to talk about it... So why didn't I?
I'll tell you the truth, for a long period of time, I was convinced he had done nothing wrong. That I was the only one to blame. That I deserved what I got. Is it so? I wish I could blame it all on him. After all, I was eight. Maybe nine. at most.
But at no point, I said no. At no point, I said "stop". Why? Why on earth didn't I try to stop him?
Now here comes the reason why I am so nervous to finally get this out of my head/heart: I am afraid that, back then, the really young kid I was, was enjoying it... Could it be because it was new to me? Because I didn't know what it was?
I decided to come on this forum to ask you, victims of rape, sexual assaults, and all those other horribles acts, to tell me, PLEASE, If I am a victim of sexual assault or not... You have to understand I have never told anyone this, fearing they would laugh at me, say I deserved it, or worse....: That they wouldn't believe me. As years pass, I am starting to feel guiltier, and guiltier, and inside my head, I keep hearing this voice that screams: "SHAME ON YOU!" each time I think of it.
I am lost.
This has ruined me in so many ways... Each time I liked a boy, I would keep my feelings to myself, and each time that boy liked me back and got the guts to tell me, I would run away. I wouldn't tell him what I felt, because I was scared... When I was smaller, around 10 to 12, I hated boys. I would refuse to talk to them.
But I don't want to jump to conclusion.
Is it possible I was the one responsible? He does have some mental issues. And he did, after that, show me some pictures of his naked girlfriend laying in bed. That terrorized me. I told my dad, but he thought I was lying. And before that, he used to steal my barbies, undress them, and I would find them under his pillow (Yes, I have now figured out what that implies).
I know I am young, but please, if anyone that reads this can help me, in anyway, please do! I don't know what to do. I can't sleep at night anymore... The memories are coming back, and I want to know how I can make them stop hurting me, destroying my life. Last few months, I started cutting my leg, because I thought it would help me realize what a failure I am. Now, what I am realizing is that I am killing myself, slowly, but surely. Last few weeks, I have lost all appetite. I can't stand chocolate anymore, and believe me, I used to be a great fan of it...
I know I am getting a little off topic, and please forgive me if I didn't post this in the right place, it's just I think it's the only way I can try to get better...
~J.
Lately I haven't been able to sleep properly. Each time I close my eyes and start falling asleep,I have a nightmare about that day.
You have to understand I am still young, 14 and a half years old to be exact, and it has been 6 years since... Since it happened. Back then ( 6 years ago), I didn't think much (well, I did, I just didn't overthink much) and lately, memories of that day have been pouring back on me. Every day, I remember it more clearly. And what I remember makes me shiver, I start crying, and I don't know what to do about it. Should I talk? Should I keep quiet?
I should explain:
6 years ago, I went to my grandparents house, in the mountains. They take care of a few teens that have some issues (issues in the head, mostly). One in particular has been sticking around for, what? 20 years now? Anyway, back then, I was approximately 8 or 9. Surprisingly, I don't remember the exact year. But he asked me if I wanted to go play outside, and I accepted. I trusted him, I would call him "cousin" whenever I would mention him in a conversation. Not anymore. We played outside, and at one point, we started walking towards the woods. Suddenly he stopped, and asked me if I wanted to, and I quote: "Do you want to see something cool?".
HA. tricky question, now isn't it? At first, when I started having my nightmares, I would wake up instantly. Any 8 year old would have said yes. I think. So I did. He started unzipping his trousers, and I got nervous. But deep inside, I was also interested in finding out what he was doing. I don't have any brothers, and at 8, I had no idea of what sex was. For me, it was mommy and daddy kissing. I'll spare you the details, part of it because I am not yet comfortable talking about it, but also because I... Actually, no, I take that back, that is the only reason why I am sparing you the details. He touched himself. He made me touch him. It wasn't enough for him. He touched me. And innocent, young me said: "that feels good". HA. Again. He tried penetrating, but I screamed as soon as he tried too, and that alarmed him and he decided it was probably safer for him to just give up. He didn't make me swear not to talk about it... So why didn't I?
I'll tell you the truth, for a long period of time, I was convinced he had done nothing wrong. That I was the only one to blame. That I deserved what I got. Is it so? I wish I could blame it all on him. After all, I was eight. Maybe nine. at most.
But at no point, I said no. At no point, I said "stop". Why? Why on earth didn't I try to stop him?
Now here comes the reason why I am so nervous to finally get this out of my head/heart: I am afraid that, back then, the really young kid I was, was enjoying it... Could it be because it was new to me? Because I didn't know what it was?
I decided to come on this forum to ask you, victims of rape, sexual assaults, and all those other horribles acts, to tell me, PLEASE, If I am a victim of sexual assault or not... You have to understand I have never told anyone this, fearing they would laugh at me, say I deserved it, or worse....: That they wouldn't believe me. As years pass, I am starting to feel guiltier, and guiltier, and inside my head, I keep hearing this voice that screams: "SHAME ON YOU!" each time I think of it.
I am lost.
This has ruined me in so many ways... Each time I liked a boy, I would keep my feelings to myself, and each time that boy liked me back and got the guts to tell me, I would run away. I wouldn't tell him what I felt, because I was scared... When I was smaller, around 10 to 12, I hated boys. I would refuse to talk to them.
But I don't want to jump to conclusion.
Is it possible I was the one responsible? He does have some mental issues. And he did, after that, show me some pictures of his naked girlfriend laying in bed. That terrorized me. I told my dad, but he thought I was lying. And before that, he used to steal my barbies, undress them, and I would find them under his pillow (Yes, I have now figured out what that implies).
I know I am young, but please, if anyone that reads this can help me, in anyway, please do! I don't know what to do. I can't sleep at night anymore... The memories are coming back, and I want to know how I can make them stop hurting me, destroying my life. Last few months, I started cutting my leg, because I thought it would help me realize what a failure I am. Now, what I am realizing is that I am killing myself, slowly, but surely. Last few weeks, I have lost all appetite. I can't stand chocolate anymore, and believe me, I used to be a great fan of it...
I know I am getting a little off topic, and please forgive me if I didn't post this in the right place, it's just I think it's the only way I can try to get better...
~J.
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