I just want to apologize. It’s twelve in the morning where I am and I couldn’t get my thoughts equally put together. Sorry if it’s out of place at points.
I’m sixteen and have been trying to explore my own sexuality like everyone else my age. I’ve been trying to explore masterbation but all attempts just led to nothing. So I did what any person probably would have and started googling. All results lead me back to vaginismus, which while it can happen due to other reasons. It can happen due to sexual assault. I’ve never been physically assaulted but it just lead me to look up some of the other affects childhood assault can have. I fit most of them, but I have no memories of it. I’ve always had a bad memory and my childhood can get fuzzy, but I feel like I should be able to remember some doing this to me. I know I was groomed as a child, but I don't know if anything outside of online grooming happened to me.
I know since I was at least ten I’ve worried about sexual assault; I used to get nervous staying over at my grandma’s house out of fear maybe my uncle would touch me. I don’t know why I got scared of this. I’ve never been touched before. At the time, it’s not like I really knew a lot about being raped or sexual assault. After that, I just noticed everyone; any adult male who paid attention to me wanted me for more. I had a bus driver who I can remember giving me special treatment. I was terrified of him. I was only ten. He never touched me, but I was still scared he might try to. I used to fake being sick or miss the bus so I wouldn’t have to see him.
I built up the need to be noticed by older guys. All of my crushes were older men. Everyone around me still makes fun of me for being really only interested in men way past my age. I can’t explain why it happened. It just did. The one guy I’m really into right now is seventy-four. I get so mixed on if I like him or if I want him to be my dad, then I just get disgusted with myself. I dressed way older than I should have and put so much emphasis on the fact I had boobs coming in. Like, if I could wear anything, I made sure my bra was showing. No guys ever did anything, no kids in my school ever had a crush on me, so it’s not like anything happened there.
I used to get so lonely that despite the fact I was under the age of twelve; I downloaded a dating app and pretended to be twenty. I sent my own nudes out like that, and then I would feel disgusted and delete it all. But every few years I would do it again. Including last year, where it had been another woman who convinced me to send her nudes. I just thought she wanted to be my friend, she did not.
I have this giant fear that any guy who gets close to me wants nothing more than to hurt me. My dad and I spent time together recently, it was a lot of time. I really thought he might have been interested in me. I was horrified by my own thoughts. Nobody looks at a moment with their dad and thinks that. A few nights ago I had a detailed dream where I was forced to have sex with someone who was taking a dad role and I was a child. I was upset, and I was begging, but he wouldn’t stop. I woke up ashamed. No one else thought of these things.
My oldest brother is autistic, but he’s always been really weird to me. I don’t want to say anything about it because what if because of his autism he truly didn’t understand what he was doing? Not like my parents would really do anything to help me. He used to (still sometimes) hit us, but he always got away with it no matter how bad it got. He’ll randomly say weird things like calling me his princess once despite the fact he had never done that before. If I go anywhere, he follows. If I do anything, he watches. He’s got me so paranoid that he’s going to hurt me. I lock the doors, and I’m terrified he’ll still get in. Or he’s got some camera watching me no matter where I go. I swear I think he’s touched me. I know he’s touching my butt and groped my shoulder, but I can’t really put together if that’s what really happened. Hell, he even gets me thinking I’m being stalked.
These thoughts have only gotten worse. I’m constantly worrying about him. My brain is just constantly worrying about what if he did rape me, what if he does, and what if he hurts me worse than that.
I just need advice. It just feels like I’m losing it most of the time.
I’m sixteen and have been trying to explore my own sexuality like everyone else my age. I’ve been trying to explore masterbation but all attempts just led to nothing. So I did what any person probably would have and started googling. All results lead me back to vaginismus, which while it can happen due to other reasons. It can happen due to sexual assault. I’ve never been physically assaulted but it just lead me to look up some of the other affects childhood assault can have. I fit most of them, but I have no memories of it. I’ve always had a bad memory and my childhood can get fuzzy, but I feel like I should be able to remember some doing this to me. I know I was groomed as a child, but I don't know if anything outside of online grooming happened to me.
I know since I was at least ten I’ve worried about sexual assault; I used to get nervous staying over at my grandma’s house out of fear maybe my uncle would touch me. I don’t know why I got scared of this. I’ve never been touched before. At the time, it’s not like I really knew a lot about being raped or sexual assault. After that, I just noticed everyone; any adult male who paid attention to me wanted me for more. I had a bus driver who I can remember giving me special treatment. I was terrified of him. I was only ten. He never touched me, but I was still scared he might try to. I used to fake being sick or miss the bus so I wouldn’t have to see him.
I built up the need to be noticed by older guys. All of my crushes were older men. Everyone around me still makes fun of me for being really only interested in men way past my age. I can’t explain why it happened. It just did. The one guy I’m really into right now is seventy-four. I get so mixed on if I like him or if I want him to be my dad, then I just get disgusted with myself. I dressed way older than I should have and put so much emphasis on the fact I had boobs coming in. Like, if I could wear anything, I made sure my bra was showing. No guys ever did anything, no kids in my school ever had a crush on me, so it’s not like anything happened there.
I used to get so lonely that despite the fact I was under the age of twelve; I downloaded a dating app and pretended to be twenty. I sent my own nudes out like that, and then I would feel disgusted and delete it all. But every few years I would do it again. Including last year, where it had been another woman who convinced me to send her nudes. I just thought she wanted to be my friend, she did not.
I have this giant fear that any guy who gets close to me wants nothing more than to hurt me. My dad and I spent time together recently, it was a lot of time. I really thought he might have been interested in me. I was horrified by my own thoughts. Nobody looks at a moment with their dad and thinks that. A few nights ago I had a detailed dream where I was forced to have sex with someone who was taking a dad role and I was a child. I was upset, and I was begging, but he wouldn’t stop. I woke up ashamed. No one else thought of these things.
My oldest brother is autistic, but he’s always been really weird to me. I don’t want to say anything about it because what if because of his autism he truly didn’t understand what he was doing? Not like my parents would really do anything to help me. He used to (still sometimes) hit us, but he always got away with it no matter how bad it got. He’ll randomly say weird things like calling me his princess once despite the fact he had never done that before. If I go anywhere, he follows. If I do anything, he watches. He’s got me so paranoid that he’s going to hurt me. I lock the doors, and I’m terrified he’ll still get in. Or he’s got some camera watching me no matter where I go. I swear I think he’s touched me. I know he’s touching my butt and groped my shoulder, but I can’t really put together if that’s what really happened. Hell, he even gets me thinking I’m being stalked.
These thoughts have only gotten worse. I’m constantly worrying about him. My brain is just constantly worrying about what if he did rape me, what if he does, and what if he hurts me worse than that.
I just need advice. It just feels like I’m losing it most of the time.