SeekingAfrica
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8 years ago I was raped in a very unsafe situation(wasn't unsafe just because of the rape). It was a bad situation and the hardest part of it was being abroad and not being able to leave that situation for couple of months. That sort of was the beginning of my PTSD, although it really took a while to get diagnosed since I was in denial and spend a lot of time thinking that the anxiety, flashbacks, nightmares and being scared and touchy was some sort of proof I was going crazy.
Anyway, a lot of time, effort, books, therapy and life experiences later, I am somewhat better at dealing with the rape itself, although of course it will always be a hard think to think about. But I have less daily symptoms and more ways to cope when things get hard. But it also awoke something in me. I've been running from what I went through as a child all my life and I was getting pretty good at changing who I am every time I was close to thinking about it. But then I was raped(multiple times- as I said I couldn't really leave the situation for a while and I lived in the same building with the person).
And it all came crashing back at me again. I had so carefully constructed ways to not think about it. I had avoided the person from my childhood for 5-6 years at that point, even calls, although he's a relative. And I don't know how to deal with it. So far I've briefly discussed it in therapy, but most times I try I freeze and dissociate. I wrote what I felt sometimes for T to read, and that was something.
But for the most part this is unspeakable and hard and whenever I get one flashback about this, I get like a wave of few more. And I hate myself for what I remember and it gets me off-balance for days, and I don't know how to cope. It makes me sick and I feel like a horrible person and I don't know how to cope. I can't even...my grandfather molested me and sexually abused me when I was 6 until about 10 years old how do I deal with this, ever, how do I live with it? He's died 3 years ago and that was a relief(I'm sorry. I know it's wrong to feel that way). But sadly what he did to me didn't fade just because he's gone. I spend half my life terrified of guys even when I liked them, intimacy took a long time and several freakouts with my first relationships, and all that was before the rape. I'm all messed up in so many ways and I'm working on it, I'm trying, but this feels like it will break me. It feels like I don't want to be me when I remember.
Anyway, a lot of time, effort, books, therapy and life experiences later, I am somewhat better at dealing with the rape itself, although of course it will always be a hard think to think about. But I have less daily symptoms and more ways to cope when things get hard. But it also awoke something in me. I've been running from what I went through as a child all my life and I was getting pretty good at changing who I am every time I was close to thinking about it. But then I was raped(multiple times- as I said I couldn't really leave the situation for a while and I lived in the same building with the person).
And it all came crashing back at me again. I had so carefully constructed ways to not think about it. I had avoided the person from my childhood for 5-6 years at that point, even calls, although he's a relative. And I don't know how to deal with it. So far I've briefly discussed it in therapy, but most times I try I freeze and dissociate. I wrote what I felt sometimes for T to read, and that was something.
But for the most part this is unspeakable and hard and whenever I get one flashback about this, I get like a wave of few more. And I hate myself for what I remember and it gets me off-balance for days, and I don't know how to cope. It makes me sick and I feel like a horrible person and I don't know how to cope. I can't even...my grandfather molested me and sexually abused me when I was 6 until about 10 years old how do I deal with this, ever, how do I live with it? He's died 3 years ago and that was a relief(I'm sorry. I know it's wrong to feel that way). But sadly what he did to me didn't fade just because he's gone. I spend half my life terrified of guys even when I liked them, intimacy took a long time and several freakouts with my first relationships, and all that was before the rape. I'm all messed up in so many ways and I'm working on it, I'm trying, but this feels like it will break me. It feels like I don't want to be me when I remember.