My earliest memory is of a neighbor kid, a older than me, wanting me to put his penis in my mouth. I didn't want to do it, and never liked hanging out with him because he was mean and pushy, but always did because he was a friend and you were supposed to. I was four or so.
I never really forgot it, but was absolutely convinced it was unimportant, had probably not really happened, and if it had, hadn't impacted me in any way. I'm starting to think I was wrong, that it definitely hurt me, and affected me almost my entire life in a major way.
But I can't remember anything but him telling me to do it. I don't remember if I did it, I don't remember if it happened more than once. I have no memory of his parents, either. I'm worried they might have been abusing him, as well, and that he was repeating the abuse on me; hope he's okay.
I hate not knowing how bad it was. I have no scale to judge how much it should have affected me. Was it a one time thing, did I actually do it or did I refuse? Did it happen several times? Where his parents, of whom I have no memory, involved? I had a daydream within about a year that was very intense, and I still remember it, that involved the adults in a kids TV show having weird sex whenever a magic camera took a picture of them. That's a dream a kindergartner shouldn't be having, and it makes me terrified of the fact that there was a camera in the daydream.
I'd also completely disregarded the daydream as unimportant, and never connected the two until recently.
I just have no idea.
Does anyone else feel like that, like they have no way of knowing how bad it was? I have so much doubt over this, and it's scaring me. I never let myself think of this as something bad before, and now that I am, I still don't know how bad.
I never really forgot it, but was absolutely convinced it was unimportant, had probably not really happened, and if it had, hadn't impacted me in any way. I'm starting to think I was wrong, that it definitely hurt me, and affected me almost my entire life in a major way.
But I can't remember anything but him telling me to do it. I don't remember if I did it, I don't remember if it happened more than once. I have no memory of his parents, either. I'm worried they might have been abusing him, as well, and that he was repeating the abuse on me; hope he's okay.
I hate not knowing how bad it was. I have no scale to judge how much it should have affected me. Was it a one time thing, did I actually do it or did I refuse? Did it happen several times? Where his parents, of whom I have no memory, involved? I had a daydream within about a year that was very intense, and I still remember it, that involved the adults in a kids TV show having weird sex whenever a magic camera took a picture of them. That's a dream a kindergartner shouldn't be having, and it makes me terrified of the fact that there was a camera in the daydream.
I'd also completely disregarded the daydream as unimportant, and never connected the two until recently.
I just have no idea.
Does anyone else feel like that, like they have no way of knowing how bad it was? I have so much doubt over this, and it's scaring me. I never let myself think of this as something bad before, and now that I am, I still don't know how bad.
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