And, hate to say it, but society at-large I really don't think cares much either. Maybe because it is so horrible they just can't believe it. If you're a guy and have money, you'll find very few therapists even specialize in male survivors. The closest to me is in Miami I believe. I've lost two really good jobs because of it, too.
Hashi, no offense, but I've been dealing with trying to find healing for this for around 18 years and America society really doesn't care about us adult men and not a whole lot more for adult women with regards to childhood sex abuse. It's an epidemic in America that has been swept under the rug. There is definitely a huge stigma for us men. Like I said, I've lost two really good careers over it. They broke confidence and the employers made it hell on me.
So, I'm at my wit's end figuring out how to deal with the aftermath. Become a total fake seems to be my best option. I'm definitely investigating that direction.
I am a big fake in very specific, calculated ways. By that I mean that I am a writer. I write prodigiously (often thousands of words a day) about how I am "really feeling" and I put it on the internet so that I don't feel invisible. And then I go through the rest of the day "acting" how I "know people are supposed to act". It is enormously stressful. I smoke a lot of pot to deal with my hyperarousal. I'm not sure I physically know how to feel calm. It is very hard on my body.
I have been in therapy for 27 years and I've seen 21 therapists. It's not actually easy to find good help if you are female either. I've had therapists try to tell me that I don't have PTSD I have multiple personalities and I'm just making up stories because *they* can't see my anger. !!!!!! ????? WTF?!
I have had to go between therapists who want
all the details because they are creepy and skeavy and I think they masturbate thinking about it and therapists who are so f*cking uncomfortable with how much trauma I endured that they interrupt me to change the topic because they feel too bad knowing about my life.
It's not actually easy for women either. :(
The therapist who tried to convince me I have multiple personalities is the head of the rape crisis counseling center for my metro area. She dumped me as a client by email telling me that she couldn't handle working with someone like me.
I read a lot. I know that the books I read are aimed primarily at women but surely there must be some good nuggets of information in there for you. I go through big chunks of
The Courage to Heal every few years.
I also like the website bandbacktogether.com because they have a lot of very specific online resources for different problems.
As a man you are going to have a very different healing process than me and that sucks. I am extremely public about all of my abuse. I wrote and published a book and I continue to speak out. I am supported in this. I know that men are not supported as they go through the same process and I don't know how to change that.
I will say that I went out and found my own damn support. I have been blogging for ten years. My audience has *changed*. These days I'm one of the top google hits for "my father raped me" which is uhm a dubious honor. But over time I have been more and more able to speak. At first people shushed me and shamed me. I blew the f*ck up at them. I would go on and on about how in my writing space I AM ALLOWED TO WRITE ANYTHING I WANT AND IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH IT f*ck OFF. And eventually it became a support-only space. :) It's nice.
You are going to have a fearsomely hard road. I'm not going to lie to you. I don't really like liars much. But it is a path that only you can judge if you can handle. I have reasons to not die. So I have to figure this out. I have extreme motivation. I don't know what you can do that will motivate you in the same way.
I have to feel needed. I really do. *I* have to be the one to provide _______ support because no one else can.
Most of this comes around incest and rape activism for me. I help a lot of other people find their voices. It's good. It is worth doing.
I don't know what you should go find to do.