One of the things he did to me after giving me drugs to take (after a while I stopped fighting it) was to get me to undress, then he'd pick out a pair of panties that he liked. He'd insert sex toys into me and make me wear the panties. He'd then tell me to get dressed and he'd take me out to the grocery store like that. All doped up, walking around with a dildo or some other object inside me. It was humiliating, but I was so drugged up, I was not in touch with it at the time. I think of it now and I want to kill him in the most painful manner possible.
I've had panic attacks in grocery stores my whole life. It was only about two years ago that I realized the root of it.
How do you ever get over the shame of having been used like a piece of meat like this? How do you ever stop feeling angry and wanting to kill him? When I think about how this public humiliation has added to my social anxiety, my fear of people, and the feelings I've always had of being looked at or laughed at, it all makes sense, but it doesn't make the feelings stop.
I've had panic attacks in grocery stores my whole life. It was only about two years ago that I realized the root of it.
How do you ever get over the shame of having been used like a piece of meat like this? How do you ever stop feeling angry and wanting to kill him? When I think about how this public humiliation has added to my social anxiety, my fear of people, and the feelings I've always had of being looked at or laughed at, it all makes sense, but it doesn't make the feelings stop.