sassy-snape
Bronze Member
Hi, I am so confused about what happened to me! Whether or not it's my fault or not!
I was firstly sexually abused by my sister's dad at 3 years old. I do not under any circumstance blame myself for this one.
But it did have devastating affects on my life. I sexaulised very early. I started masturbating very early. I can remember when exactly, something like 10 or 11.
And I would masterbate in front of my family, trying to orgasm. Sat on the sofa with a cushion in my lap.
I hated my step dad with a veangence, I can't remember at all when they got together but I hated it when my mum got married and then got pregnant with my brother by him.
He started sexually abusing me and after a while emotionally torturing me with it.
I cannot remember when or how it started at all. I just remember liking what he was doing with a vague suspicion that it was wrong. I think he abused me between the age of 9-13 and a half.
It felt good and pleasurable so I went to him regularly and allowed it to happen. Then I noticed he started rubbing my nose in it! And that scared the hell out of me.
I went on the internet at 13 and started looking at porn sites. Then my mum found out and said she was going to tell my step dad and that terrified me!
So I ran away and told my mum what he was doing to me.
I blame myself for this because I think I started these "ENCOUNTERS" and I liked it. It scared me yes but I liked it.
I even tried to lure my sister into sexual encounters with me, which I hate myself for.
Then over the years I have looked for abuse near enough.
I lost my virginity at 14 I think and met up with guys off the internet for sex. I couldnt get enough, I was addicted to it. This happened 4 times with 3 men.
Then I met a guy at 16 in his 50's and I dunno how it happened but I ended up taking my top off for him reguarly and hiding my face when he touched me. I was so ashamed of myself but I couldn't stop.
Then I met a guy in his 60's, an ex marine and he kept putting his hands up my top and I never stopped him, I liked it even, but I didn't because I was ashamed.
I will go as far as saying I looked to animals for it as well,(not sex though) which I feel like killing myself for that. I'm so afraid I will end up abusing like my aggressors.
When I was 18 I met up with the guy in his 60's and he got me drunk and he ended up taking advantage of me. I laid down and pretended to be asleep just to see if he would, and he did, and when he did I felt disgust at myself. I didn't say he could but he did, he even dressed me again and put me in bed and left and never came back. Was that even an assualt?
I feel so ashamed of the things I have done but it has taken its toll on me!
I have no sex drive at all now, I can't bear for my breasts to be touched on some occasions and get aggressive but I feel disgust. And this is with my year long partner.
I hate sex and men, I'm nervous dominant aggressive, I hate people touching me! I am an animal lover and always have preferred animals.
I suppose that's why I did the things I did was because I trusted them more then people. But I'm not like that now.
I am a horrible excuse for a human being because I liked it and went looking for it.
I was firstly sexually abused by my sister's dad at 3 years old. I do not under any circumstance blame myself for this one.
But it did have devastating affects on my life. I sexaulised very early. I started masturbating very early. I can remember when exactly, something like 10 or 11.
And I would masterbate in front of my family, trying to orgasm. Sat on the sofa with a cushion in my lap.
I hated my step dad with a veangence, I can't remember at all when they got together but I hated it when my mum got married and then got pregnant with my brother by him.
He started sexually abusing me and after a while emotionally torturing me with it.
I cannot remember when or how it started at all. I just remember liking what he was doing with a vague suspicion that it was wrong. I think he abused me between the age of 9-13 and a half.
It felt good and pleasurable so I went to him regularly and allowed it to happen. Then I noticed he started rubbing my nose in it! And that scared the hell out of me.
I went on the internet at 13 and started looking at porn sites. Then my mum found out and said she was going to tell my step dad and that terrified me!
So I ran away and told my mum what he was doing to me.
I blame myself for this because I think I started these "ENCOUNTERS" and I liked it. It scared me yes but I liked it.
I even tried to lure my sister into sexual encounters with me, which I hate myself for.
Then over the years I have looked for abuse near enough.
I lost my virginity at 14 I think and met up with guys off the internet for sex. I couldnt get enough, I was addicted to it. This happened 4 times with 3 men.
Then I met a guy at 16 in his 50's and I dunno how it happened but I ended up taking my top off for him reguarly and hiding my face when he touched me. I was so ashamed of myself but I couldn't stop.
Then I met a guy in his 60's, an ex marine and he kept putting his hands up my top and I never stopped him, I liked it even, but I didn't because I was ashamed.
I will go as far as saying I looked to animals for it as well,(not sex though) which I feel like killing myself for that. I'm so afraid I will end up abusing like my aggressors.
When I was 18 I met up with the guy in his 60's and he got me drunk and he ended up taking advantage of me. I laid down and pretended to be asleep just to see if he would, and he did, and when he did I felt disgust at myself. I didn't say he could but he did, he even dressed me again and put me in bed and left and never came back. Was that even an assualt?
I feel so ashamed of the things I have done but it has taken its toll on me!
I have no sex drive at all now, I can't bear for my breasts to be touched on some occasions and get aggressive but I feel disgust. And this is with my year long partner.
I hate sex and men, I'm nervous dominant aggressive, I hate people touching me! I am an animal lover and always have preferred animals.
I suppose that's why I did the things I did was because I trusted them more then people. But I'm not like that now.
I am a horrible excuse for a human being because I liked it and went looking for it.