ShodokanJenn
Platinum Member
So my first memory is of the fight that led my mom to take me and leave my dad. I was 3.5, but I remember it crystal clear and always have. I've verified my memory with both parents so I know it is accurate.
Second memory? It is of the first time my mom's dad touched my genitals. Third is of the first time he penetrated me. Fourth is of the first time he flat out raped me, when I was almost 4. All four are crystal clear and always have been. I haven't described the actual abuse part of the memories to my mom, but I have described everything else, like the little details of the house. She has verified that all of that stuff. So I really have no reason to doubt these memories.
The problem? I have maybe ten or fifteen memories up until age twelve that didn't involve sexual assault and/or rape and/or physical abuse and/or the ritual abuse stuff.
It just seems so unfair that almost all of my childhood memories involve sexual abuse/assault/rape or whatever else you care to call it. People are always saying things like "I loved Mrs. O in third grade. Didn't you?" and I am left thinking "no clue, but I remember that around that age is the first time I remember seeing a man give him money after a particularly brutal rape." The positive stories I can tell from my childhood are almost exclusively based on things family or friends have said to me as an adult.
How do you reconcile a life where the second thing you remember from your whole life is being molested by someone who is supposed to love you and protect you?
Second memory? It is of the first time my mom's dad touched my genitals. Third is of the first time he penetrated me. Fourth is of the first time he flat out raped me, when I was almost 4. All four are crystal clear and always have been. I haven't described the actual abuse part of the memories to my mom, but I have described everything else, like the little details of the house. She has verified that all of that stuff. So I really have no reason to doubt these memories.
The problem? I have maybe ten or fifteen memories up until age twelve that didn't involve sexual assault and/or rape and/or physical abuse and/or the ritual abuse stuff.
It just seems so unfair that almost all of my childhood memories involve sexual abuse/assault/rape or whatever else you care to call it. People are always saying things like "I loved Mrs. O in third grade. Didn't you?" and I am left thinking "no clue, but I remember that around that age is the first time I remember seeing a man give him money after a particularly brutal rape." The positive stories I can tell from my childhood are almost exclusively based on things family or friends have said to me as an adult.
How do you reconcile a life where the second thing you remember from your whole life is being molested by someone who is supposed to love you and protect you?