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Haley
Okay, this is hard for me to write this, I've never really had the opportunity to speak about it, because honestly I'm not sure if what I remember is even accurate. I don't know if my memories are just some sort of sick fabrication my mind has created or what I remember actually happened. There's a strong feeling inside me that my memories are real and it makes me sick to my stomach to even consider that possibility.
I've read that people who have been abused repress their memories of the abuse, especially if it happened at a young age. I fear I may be doing the same thing. A part of me wants to believe, and another doesn't.
I'm not quite sure when I started remembering things, I feel like I always had the memories but it's just now I am realizing that my memories were...wrong.
When I was little, I used to masturbate quite often. I didn't really touch myself, just grinding on things, pretending to have sex with teddy bears. At first I thought I was imagining things, but then when one of my older sisters told me that I used to hump the couch as a really young kid, I knew my memory wasn't my imagination.
Another thing that bothers me, at this age, I feel like I knew a little bit too much about sex then I should have. I knew what sex was before even knowing the actual word itself. I even remember looking up porn on my mom's computer to watch. What 6-7 year old looks up porn? It's weird to even type that. I was this little 6 year old looking up porn, making my toys have sex, and encouraging my friend to do the same thing with her toys.
I also think I understood the concept of rape at that point. When I was around 9 or 10 maybe 11, before rape was even explained to me, my mom started dating this man. (He didn't do anything to me) For some reason, I had this fear that he was going to rape me. My mom's boyfriend was an alcoholic and often times he'd get so drunk to the point he'd strip his clothes and pass out on the floor. When he started living with us, I would sleep in my bed with my clothes on, so that if he came to my room I'd be ready to defend myself and run away. I was anticipating a sexual assault from him, before even knowing what that was. This got to the point I didn't want to bathe, or do anything that meant I had to remove my clothes.
There was also a time in my childhood I hated bathing, and I hated having water on my face. It was like I was drowning. It's strange now since I don't mind having water on my face, but when I was a kid it was the worst thing ever. Okay, I have quite a few memories, some I try to block out as much as possible, but here they are:
Okay, when I was young I lived with my mother. My two older sisters never lived with her, they just stayed with our grandmother. My sisters and I, we have different fathers. From what I remember, my sister's father would come over to my mom's house to spend time with us. What little I know with him, I know he was crazy. He attempted to strangle my mom, and did other cruel things. I don't have much memory of him, but I remember on my tenth birthday? he had brought me a cake and a movie. I was sitting on the couch with him and I remember presenting my body to him, lifting my shirt up trying to make him look at my chest. He wouldn't look though, and told me to stop but it makes me wonder why I did that.
Another weird thing was he always told me to kiss his cheek. I'm probably overthinking this but kissing his cheek always made me uncomfortable. Another vague memory I have is staying the night at his house. I don't remember why I was there, but I remember not being able to fall asleep so I wandered off into the back of his house, where I was left alone with him in his kitchen, which was purely disgusting. I don't remember what happened after that, but whatever it was, I feel like it wasn't something good.
The rest of my memories include one of my older sisters. I don't know if she actually did these things or my mind is just placing a face, but it makes me resent her greatly. My sister would often make her dolls have sex, and prompted me to do the same. One time however, she took the barbie doll, and put it in her pants head first and started masturbating herself with it. She then encouraged me to do the same. So I did it.
My sister did a lot of odd things, she forced me to watch her take out her tampon, she made me watch her masturbate under the tub faucet. she made my friend and I take a shower together against our will, we were both crying when it happened. She also tried to make me touch our cousin's penis (he's mentally challenged) but I had refused.
And my most vivid memory, which makes me feel absolutely disgusting is her giving oral to me. We were both in the bathtub and she asked to touch her down there and put my mouth down there but I had said no. So, she told me to sit on the toilet and gave me oral, where she continued to do on the floor as well. I think I told my mom about it afterwards, but all I can remember is my sister getting a time-out.
I remember exactly where I was, what it felt like, everything. The entire memory is so vivid, I just can't bring myself to think that it was all just made up.
I suffer with severe anxiety and depression, I've never been diagnosed however, but I do believe I may have PTSD from my mom's boyfriend alcohol abuse and some other things that occurred in my life including gang violence with my cousin and the pill abuse from my mother. Self-harm was also a struggle for me but I'm getting better at stopping. Both of my parents are bi-polar so that might be a factor as well.
I was always told that I hated to be touched. Ever since I was a little girl, I hated touch. I still hate touch today, whenever my family touches me I feel so uncomfortable. I don't know why, but my grandmother likes to touch my butt? My sister does the same thing and I can't stand it. It makes my whole body cringe and I just feel so violated. There was this one time in church, my grandmother placed her hand on my upper leg, just resting it there, but it was one of the most unsettling things I have ever felt before. She wouldn't move her hand and I was so uncomfortable that I wanted to cry. I couldn't move, I was just so emotional at that moment. And I feel like I only feel this way with family and boys in school?
Boys will try and touch me in school and it makes me very uncomfortable, sometimes I'll freeze up and won't even stop them. I don't even know if what I'm typing makes sense, I can't think straight right now. I keep trying to repress these things but they just keep coming back. I'm sorry if this was long, Ive been keeping this in for a while now. some things may have been left unsaid since I tend to repress these memories as much as I can. I don't know whether to trust my head or not, I'm just so confused.
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I've read that people who have been abused repress their memories of the abuse, especially if it happened at a young age. I fear I may be doing the same thing. A part of me wants to believe, and another doesn't.
I'm not quite sure when I started remembering things, I feel like I always had the memories but it's just now I am realizing that my memories were...wrong.
When I was little, I used to masturbate quite often. I didn't really touch myself, just grinding on things, pretending to have sex with teddy bears. At first I thought I was imagining things, but then when one of my older sisters told me that I used to hump the couch as a really young kid, I knew my memory wasn't my imagination.
Another thing that bothers me, at this age, I feel like I knew a little bit too much about sex then I should have. I knew what sex was before even knowing the actual word itself. I even remember looking up porn on my mom's computer to watch. What 6-7 year old looks up porn? It's weird to even type that. I was this little 6 year old looking up porn, making my toys have sex, and encouraging my friend to do the same thing with her toys.
I also think I understood the concept of rape at that point. When I was around 9 or 10 maybe 11, before rape was even explained to me, my mom started dating this man. (He didn't do anything to me) For some reason, I had this fear that he was going to rape me. My mom's boyfriend was an alcoholic and often times he'd get so drunk to the point he'd strip his clothes and pass out on the floor. When he started living with us, I would sleep in my bed with my clothes on, so that if he came to my room I'd be ready to defend myself and run away. I was anticipating a sexual assault from him, before even knowing what that was. This got to the point I didn't want to bathe, or do anything that meant I had to remove my clothes.
There was also a time in my childhood I hated bathing, and I hated having water on my face. It was like I was drowning. It's strange now since I don't mind having water on my face, but when I was a kid it was the worst thing ever. Okay, I have quite a few memories, some I try to block out as much as possible, but here they are:
Okay, when I was young I lived with my mother. My two older sisters never lived with her, they just stayed with our grandmother. My sisters and I, we have different fathers. From what I remember, my sister's father would come over to my mom's house to spend time with us. What little I know with him, I know he was crazy. He attempted to strangle my mom, and did other cruel things. I don't have much memory of him, but I remember on my tenth birthday? he had brought me a cake and a movie. I was sitting on the couch with him and I remember presenting my body to him, lifting my shirt up trying to make him look at my chest. He wouldn't look though, and told me to stop but it makes me wonder why I did that.
Another weird thing was he always told me to kiss his cheek. I'm probably overthinking this but kissing his cheek always made me uncomfortable. Another vague memory I have is staying the night at his house. I don't remember why I was there, but I remember not being able to fall asleep so I wandered off into the back of his house, where I was left alone with him in his kitchen, which was purely disgusting. I don't remember what happened after that, but whatever it was, I feel like it wasn't something good.
The rest of my memories include one of my older sisters. I don't know if she actually did these things or my mind is just placing a face, but it makes me resent her greatly. My sister would often make her dolls have sex, and prompted me to do the same. One time however, she took the barbie doll, and put it in her pants head first and started masturbating herself with it. She then encouraged me to do the same. So I did it.
My sister did a lot of odd things, she forced me to watch her take out her tampon, she made me watch her masturbate under the tub faucet. she made my friend and I take a shower together against our will, we were both crying when it happened. She also tried to make me touch our cousin's penis (he's mentally challenged) but I had refused.
And my most vivid memory, which makes me feel absolutely disgusting is her giving oral to me. We were both in the bathtub and she asked to touch her down there and put my mouth down there but I had said no. So, she told me to sit on the toilet and gave me oral, where she continued to do on the floor as well. I think I told my mom about it afterwards, but all I can remember is my sister getting a time-out.
I remember exactly where I was, what it felt like, everything. The entire memory is so vivid, I just can't bring myself to think that it was all just made up.
I suffer with severe anxiety and depression, I've never been diagnosed however, but I do believe I may have PTSD from my mom's boyfriend alcohol abuse and some other things that occurred in my life including gang violence with my cousin and the pill abuse from my mother. Self-harm was also a struggle for me but I'm getting better at stopping. Both of my parents are bi-polar so that might be a factor as well.
I was always told that I hated to be touched. Ever since I was a little girl, I hated touch. I still hate touch today, whenever my family touches me I feel so uncomfortable. I don't know why, but my grandmother likes to touch my butt? My sister does the same thing and I can't stand it. It makes my whole body cringe and I just feel so violated. There was this one time in church, my grandmother placed her hand on my upper leg, just resting it there, but it was one of the most unsettling things I have ever felt before. She wouldn't move her hand and I was so uncomfortable that I wanted to cry. I couldn't move, I was just so emotional at that moment. And I feel like I only feel this way with family and boys in school?
Boys will try and touch me in school and it makes me very uncomfortable, sometimes I'll freeze up and won't even stop them. I don't even know if what I'm typing makes sense, I can't think straight right now. I keep trying to repress these things but they just keep coming back. I'm sorry if this was long, Ive been keeping this in for a while now. some things may have been left unsaid since I tend to repress these memories as much as I can. I don't know whether to trust my head or not, I'm just so confused.
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