Hey everyone,
Apologies as this may be a bit vague or awkward in places, but I have never spoken about this to anyone, or even written it down before. I've barely even addressed it within my own mind.
I have struggled with anxiety and mental health issues my entire life. I don't remember a time where I did not struggle with intense feelings of anxiety, shame, self-consciousness and anger.
A lot of the thoughts, feelings and behavioural things I have exhibited throughout my life, I've just told myself there is simply something wrong with me, like I'm just not wired right. I've seen therapists and tried to self-heal my anxiety and depression with little luck.
So uh... I guess the nitty gritty. Here goes.
I first started touching myself in that way when I was about 5 years old. And for the first time in my life I will admit that I did it while thinking sexual thoughts - usually of abuse, with myself as the victim, and I would think of adult men I had seen on TV or movies etc. It was intense and consumed me from a young age. I was yelled at and humiliated for this. My parent never, ever asked me WHY I did it, or took me to a doctor. I was just given filthy looks and made to feel wrong and disgusting. I have never told anybody this. I once heard my mother telling her friend about what I did on the phone in a disgusted, derisive voice, and I remember crying and thinking that she was going to give me away to another family. This is very strange for me to be writing down. I feel quite anxious and sick inside as I am typing.
I've always felt a deep sense of shame that I have carried with me - as well as fear, embarrassment, self-loathing and worst of all, anger. That one trumps all. There are some emotional things I do recall that I know contributed to this anger, but I've always been baffled as to why I have felt so MUCH anger in such intense and irrational ways.
I started self-harming when I was eleven years old, and I never knew why. It just satisfied the anger and shame I felt towards myself. I also developed an eating disorder when I was thirteen and to this day cannot stand to see myself naked. When I was this age I felt angry and disgusted at the thought of my own sexuality, and when I was touched I would become extremely agitated and enraged and often cry for hours.
Instead of being met with compassion I was met with repulsion, called a 'freak', a 'psycho' and a 'fruitcake'.
I have no clear memory of ever being sexually abused at all. If it did happen, I must have been very, very young. I even feel disgusted at myself for suggesting it while having no memory of it. It seems so silly. But the only facts I have are:
that I refused to hug my father from the age of five and above, had an inexplicable hatred of him until I was about nineteen, and all my life have struggled with random, unexplainable, violent (vengeful?) thoughts against him. I do remember him being incredibly violent towards me in the first 6-7 years of my life and he seemed to really relish in it, but every time I recall the memories, I spiral into a state of mental breakdown and want to hurt myself.
One of my earliest memories is being nearly two years old and when my mother would leave me in my bedroom in my cot I would scream and cry and beg for her not to leave me with my father, but she had to go look after my newborn sibling. I just remember him being in my room for ages, and a sense of terror and praying my mother would come back. Just writing about this memory makes me feel deeply uncomfortable and very angry and betrayed.
I don't know what it means and I don't know if I ever will. He is overly kind and generous now and we have a good friendship but I always have this underlying feeling that he owes it to me whenever he does anything nice, like I am getting even for something. I can't ever feel genuine gratitude towards him.
It was very strange to finally write this down for the first time but I am really interested to hear if anyone else has experienced similar feelings/memories.
Peace and healing to all of you kind souls xx
Apologies as this may be a bit vague or awkward in places, but I have never spoken about this to anyone, or even written it down before. I've barely even addressed it within my own mind.
I have struggled with anxiety and mental health issues my entire life. I don't remember a time where I did not struggle with intense feelings of anxiety, shame, self-consciousness and anger.
A lot of the thoughts, feelings and behavioural things I have exhibited throughout my life, I've just told myself there is simply something wrong with me, like I'm just not wired right. I've seen therapists and tried to self-heal my anxiety and depression with little luck.
So uh... I guess the nitty gritty. Here goes.
I first started touching myself in that way when I was about 5 years old. And for the first time in my life I will admit that I did it while thinking sexual thoughts - usually of abuse, with myself as the victim, and I would think of adult men I had seen on TV or movies etc. It was intense and consumed me from a young age. I was yelled at and humiliated for this. My parent never, ever asked me WHY I did it, or took me to a doctor. I was just given filthy looks and made to feel wrong and disgusting. I have never told anybody this. I once heard my mother telling her friend about what I did on the phone in a disgusted, derisive voice, and I remember crying and thinking that she was going to give me away to another family. This is very strange for me to be writing down. I feel quite anxious and sick inside as I am typing.
I've always felt a deep sense of shame that I have carried with me - as well as fear, embarrassment, self-loathing and worst of all, anger. That one trumps all. There are some emotional things I do recall that I know contributed to this anger, but I've always been baffled as to why I have felt so MUCH anger in such intense and irrational ways.
I started self-harming when I was eleven years old, and I never knew why. It just satisfied the anger and shame I felt towards myself. I also developed an eating disorder when I was thirteen and to this day cannot stand to see myself naked. When I was this age I felt angry and disgusted at the thought of my own sexuality, and when I was touched I would become extremely agitated and enraged and often cry for hours.
Instead of being met with compassion I was met with repulsion, called a 'freak', a 'psycho' and a 'fruitcake'.
I have no clear memory of ever being sexually abused at all. If it did happen, I must have been very, very young. I even feel disgusted at myself for suggesting it while having no memory of it. It seems so silly. But the only facts I have are:
that I refused to hug my father from the age of five and above, had an inexplicable hatred of him until I was about nineteen, and all my life have struggled with random, unexplainable, violent (vengeful?) thoughts against him. I do remember him being incredibly violent towards me in the first 6-7 years of my life and he seemed to really relish in it, but every time I recall the memories, I spiral into a state of mental breakdown and want to hurt myself.
One of my earliest memories is being nearly two years old and when my mother would leave me in my bedroom in my cot I would scream and cry and beg for her not to leave me with my father, but she had to go look after my newborn sibling. I just remember him being in my room for ages, and a sense of terror and praying my mother would come back. Just writing about this memory makes me feel deeply uncomfortable and very angry and betrayed.
I don't know what it means and I don't know if I ever will. He is overly kind and generous now and we have a good friendship but I always have this underlying feeling that he owes it to me whenever he does anything nice, like I am getting even for something. I can't ever feel genuine gratitude towards him.
It was very strange to finally write this down for the first time but I am really interested to hear if anyone else has experienced similar feelings/memories.
Peace and healing to all of you kind souls xx