Madame Bunni
New Here
Hey, everyone! I'm new, and decided to join the forums after reading a very interesting post that kind of relates to me...
Let me tell you my story.
A little over two years ago, I was sexually assaulted by an acquaintance of mine. I'd only known him for about a month, and our relationship was just a business matter (I was a freelance graphic artist and he was a client)...well...it was to me. But he wanted something else...and to make a long story short, he took it. I don't really want to get into details about it, because when I think about it, it still feels like my fault. I let him guilt trip me into being in an abusive relationship with him because "it was the right thing to do" (since I was in a relationship with someone else when this horrible event happened).
Well, it lasted two months before I decided that one of us was going to die before it was over with (he was starving me to death, and it got to a point where I became mute and trembled violently every waking minute of my time there because I was afraid for my life), and my survival instincts finally kicked in, and I was rescued by a family member I had decided to contact who had mercy on me (I'm not very close to my family...).
So shortly after that I was harassed for a while, and managed to close all contact with him and start a new life. I moved from the area he was at so I would be less likely to see him again. I had horrible, violent nightmares about being gangraped and tortured for about a year and a half. Constant, vivid nightmares that would make me wake up crying, gasping, and disoriented. I was in a new relationship and doing well in school, but I was miserable and wanted to die. I felt like trash. I also felt abandoned spiritually, and the God I once looked up to, was no where in my life.
Just recently, only about a month ago, I thought to myself, "You know what? I can forgive him. I know that he will get his, and being angry and blaming myself is only hurting me." And then I thought it was over with, and I could move on.
Now, I've just started college and I don't live with my parents, so I'm pretty broke after all my bills. I wanted to get therapy, but certainly couldn't afford it. I've always been strong, and thought I could get over it myself...eventually.
The thing is, since this has happened, I've noticed that during "that time of the month", I get crazy. Really really crazy. I cut myself and break things and yell at people and cry and cry and cry. I had started to OD on some of my medications just so I wouldn't feel anything anymore. (But that has since stopped because I made myself REALLY sick). It's very odd, because I'm not usually like that at all. I start to hear voices even, and suffer from formication! When I look in the mirror, I see that I've gained 100 pounds (not exaggerating either) when I'm really just fine! It's weird, because my ovulation period just ended (that's usually when I feel the effects of PMS, is two weeks before I start), and when I looked in the mirror, I looked REALLY REALLY thin, when yesterday, I was ready to have liposuction. I didn't feel fat. I actually saw it, and was convinced that I couldn't pull the same shorts up over my knees that are almost too big for me today. And that was just yesterday!!
I've never experienced hallucinations during PMS before, but it's very serious now. In fact, until this event happened to me, I'd get a little irritable, and then have very painful cramps. Never anything like this though. Sometimes I feel like I should be committed during this time. Whats even stranger is I don't even feel cramps anymore. And when I think about what I was feeling like yesterday, I can't even believe I was acting so crazy! It's unbelievable.
I'm wondering if this hormonal reaction is somehow related to any repression I'm experiencing. I really felt like I was over what happened, but I didn't get crazy like this until after all that. Maybe my subconscious is dealing with it by pushing it back, and somehow my hormones bring it to surface during my ovulation period? I don't know the science of any of this, I'm just guessing!
Well, I'm sorry this was so long! I just wanted to say hi, share my story, and hope that maybe I can get the therapy here, that I can't afford in a doctor's office. Just having someone understand helps a lot.
Nice to meet you all! ^___^
Let me tell you my story.
A little over two years ago, I was sexually assaulted by an acquaintance of mine. I'd only known him for about a month, and our relationship was just a business matter (I was a freelance graphic artist and he was a client)...well...it was to me. But he wanted something else...and to make a long story short, he took it. I don't really want to get into details about it, because when I think about it, it still feels like my fault. I let him guilt trip me into being in an abusive relationship with him because "it was the right thing to do" (since I was in a relationship with someone else when this horrible event happened).
Well, it lasted two months before I decided that one of us was going to die before it was over with (he was starving me to death, and it got to a point where I became mute and trembled violently every waking minute of my time there because I was afraid for my life), and my survival instincts finally kicked in, and I was rescued by a family member I had decided to contact who had mercy on me (I'm not very close to my family...).
So shortly after that I was harassed for a while, and managed to close all contact with him and start a new life. I moved from the area he was at so I would be less likely to see him again. I had horrible, violent nightmares about being gangraped and tortured for about a year and a half. Constant, vivid nightmares that would make me wake up crying, gasping, and disoriented. I was in a new relationship and doing well in school, but I was miserable and wanted to die. I felt like trash. I also felt abandoned spiritually, and the God I once looked up to, was no where in my life.
Just recently, only about a month ago, I thought to myself, "You know what? I can forgive him. I know that he will get his, and being angry and blaming myself is only hurting me." And then I thought it was over with, and I could move on.
Now, I've just started college and I don't live with my parents, so I'm pretty broke after all my bills. I wanted to get therapy, but certainly couldn't afford it. I've always been strong, and thought I could get over it myself...eventually.
The thing is, since this has happened, I've noticed that during "that time of the month", I get crazy. Really really crazy. I cut myself and break things and yell at people and cry and cry and cry. I had started to OD on some of my medications just so I wouldn't feel anything anymore. (But that has since stopped because I made myself REALLY sick). It's very odd, because I'm not usually like that at all. I start to hear voices even, and suffer from formication! When I look in the mirror, I see that I've gained 100 pounds (not exaggerating either) when I'm really just fine! It's weird, because my ovulation period just ended (that's usually when I feel the effects of PMS, is two weeks before I start), and when I looked in the mirror, I looked REALLY REALLY thin, when yesterday, I was ready to have liposuction. I didn't feel fat. I actually saw it, and was convinced that I couldn't pull the same shorts up over my knees that are almost too big for me today. And that was just yesterday!!
I've never experienced hallucinations during PMS before, but it's very serious now. In fact, until this event happened to me, I'd get a little irritable, and then have very painful cramps. Never anything like this though. Sometimes I feel like I should be committed during this time. Whats even stranger is I don't even feel cramps anymore. And when I think about what I was feeling like yesterday, I can't even believe I was acting so crazy! It's unbelievable.
I'm wondering if this hormonal reaction is somehow related to any repression I'm experiencing. I really felt like I was over what happened, but I didn't get crazy like this until after all that. Maybe my subconscious is dealing with it by pushing it back, and somehow my hormones bring it to surface during my ovulation period? I don't know the science of any of this, I'm just guessing!
Well, I'm sorry this was so long! I just wanted to say hi, share my story, and hope that maybe I can get the therapy here, that I can't afford in a doctor's office. Just having someone understand helps a lot.
Nice to meet you all! ^___^