Last week was a really bad week for me. I saw people that I did not want to see and I saw things that I did not want to see and it really prevented me from studying for my midterm tomorrow.
Here's the back story of my trauma. Several years ago when I first started college my ex boyfriend and his best friend sexually abused me multiple times. When I told one of my friends about the incident and he confronted my abusers and my abusers said I was lying and I was doing this to getting attention. After that my abusers told all of my friends who were also his friends how I was lying and was doing this for attention and that I was a slut. That's how I lost all of my friends. None of my friends asked me for my side of the story and they took his words for it.
Now flash forward to about a month ago. I was president of a club at my school when my vice president was doing things behind my back to overthrow me. She told my club adviser who was also a very prestigious professor lies about me stealing money, how I was not listening to the other officers ideas, and how terrible I was running the club. The professor believed her over me. I again felt completely powerless and I felt like I was reliving my sexual abuse trauma all over again. When I found out about this situation and that the professor did not listen to me or hear my side of the story, the first thing I did to myself was I cut myself. My therapist help me write a resignation letter to get me out of the club because she knew it would not be good for my health and my fragile state.
Now to this past week, I was riding the bus minding my own business when I saw one of my vice president's henchmen who was also part of the plan of trying to overthrow me. He and my former vice president are very good friends and now both he and her are co-president of the club I use to run. When I got off the bus I ran straight to the bathroom at school and cradled myself and cried because I was reminded of the club that I loved so much that I was a part of for over 3 years and I was also reminded about my sexual abuse. Few days after that encounter, I was trying to delete everything that reminded me of the club that was on my computer. When it came down to deleting the clubs site off my bookmark, I accidentally clicked onto the clubs site and I saw things that I did not want to see. All the pictures and memory and everything and my name no longer as president. I again broke down crying reminded by all the trauma.
I was not able to study because of all of this was going on this past week. I was lying in my bed moping and crying and sleeping more than I should because I felt sleeping was better than my reality. Well the good thing is today I was able to get my psychatrist to write me a note today to excuse me for the exam tomorrow, but still I really don't like asking people to do things for me and I don't like missing an exam. I sometimes wish I was able to just go through and be able to study without all this trauma bothering me.
Here's the back story of my trauma. Several years ago when I first started college my ex boyfriend and his best friend sexually abused me multiple times. When I told one of my friends about the incident and he confronted my abusers and my abusers said I was lying and I was doing this to getting attention. After that my abusers told all of my friends who were also his friends how I was lying and was doing this for attention and that I was a slut. That's how I lost all of my friends. None of my friends asked me for my side of the story and they took his words for it.
Now flash forward to about a month ago. I was president of a club at my school when my vice president was doing things behind my back to overthrow me. She told my club adviser who was also a very prestigious professor lies about me stealing money, how I was not listening to the other officers ideas, and how terrible I was running the club. The professor believed her over me. I again felt completely powerless and I felt like I was reliving my sexual abuse trauma all over again. When I found out about this situation and that the professor did not listen to me or hear my side of the story, the first thing I did to myself was I cut myself. My therapist help me write a resignation letter to get me out of the club because she knew it would not be good for my health and my fragile state.
Now to this past week, I was riding the bus minding my own business when I saw one of my vice president's henchmen who was also part of the plan of trying to overthrow me. He and my former vice president are very good friends and now both he and her are co-president of the club I use to run. When I got off the bus I ran straight to the bathroom at school and cradled myself and cried because I was reminded of the club that I loved so much that I was a part of for over 3 years and I was also reminded about my sexual abuse. Few days after that encounter, I was trying to delete everything that reminded me of the club that was on my computer. When it came down to deleting the clubs site off my bookmark, I accidentally clicked onto the clubs site and I saw things that I did not want to see. All the pictures and memory and everything and my name no longer as president. I again broke down crying reminded by all the trauma.
I was not able to study because of all of this was going on this past week. I was lying in my bed moping and crying and sleeping more than I should because I felt sleeping was better than my reality. Well the good thing is today I was able to get my psychatrist to write me a note today to excuse me for the exam tomorrow, but still I really don't like asking people to do things for me and I don't like missing an exam. I sometimes wish I was able to just go through and be able to study without all this trauma bothering me.