As a child I grew up in a strict conservative Christian home. My parents believed that spanking and beating your children was a necessary and admirable quality in a Godly parent. A few years ago, my father made the offhand remark about our family that it was the kind of place where “it’s ok to beat your kids”. My mother would carry a wooden ruler in her purse in public to threaten us with to keep in line. Honestly, I think a lot of the spankings have been blocked out. By the time I was 8 most of it had stopped. I remember pulling my pants down. I remember my dad breaking a dowel rod over my older brother during a spanking and also kicking him in the butt. I remember that spankings were always associated with silence and isolation. I have no memories of any of the causes or reasons behind a spanking, I don’t remember what I was supposed to learn or what I had done. My clearest memory is laying on the hardwood floor in my room. My dad walked in and silently flipped me onto my stomach and spanked me with a ruler. When he was done he just stood up, left me on the floor, and walked out. No explanation or comfort. Maybe he thought I should have known why I was getting it. I don’t know. Anyway, I also have a similar memory of when I was older, 10-11 years old of my mom spanking me and my brothers with a dowel rod. Interestingly enough, by this time it was quite an unusual thing to happen. After about the age of 8 my parents approach to discipline/consequences completely turned on its head and became very VERY inconcistent. Sometimes, I would be sent to my room for hours at a time. Other times I would have to eat dinner alone after everyone else had finished. I think the inconcistency really led to a deep confusion for me. I remember claiming that I had done something wrong, when I hadn't, in hopes to be punished. Sadly, during my teen years my parents emotional and physical involvment in my life nearly evaporated. There were no consequences for anything. No real boundaries.
Interestingly, this was the same time that we became involved in an issolated church-group that my therapist now describes as a cult. An even stricter, law and rule centered group that was led by a very likable and disturbed man. He believed in the litteral application of the Old Testament laws (women wearing hats/long dresses, pigs meat being unclean to eat, he would not allow us to celebrate Christmas, even down to stoning a disobedient and rebellious son). This intensely strict religious group, combined with my parents non-existant boundaries at home led to a massive addiction to...*drum roll* spanking porn. As well as becoming addicted to spanking myself. The line between fetish and self-harm is quite blurred here and even after 18 months of therapy I am still confused. It is also confusing to me to think of any of this as trauma. That is a very very new experience for me. I feel myself almost squirming as I write some of this. It just feels wrong. It feels like I am betraying my family and my faith.
I think I need help understanding what the trama is here. There seems to be a lot of things coming from a lot of directions. But it is very difficult to accept any of them as trauma, none of it seems “bad enough”. Some of the themes that are touched on: emotional neglect, physical neglect (of touch from parents), sexual neglect/abuse (lack of sexual information), spiritual abuse (shame and guilt messages pounded from a young age), self-harm (I have literally spanked myself hundreds if not thousands of times including causing open wounds/blood flow.) It’s pretty unbelievable for me to share all of this. Looking for thoughts on what would be considered trauma here. Would this cause PTSD? Is this Complex PTSD?
Interestingly, this was the same time that we became involved in an issolated church-group that my therapist now describes as a cult. An even stricter, law and rule centered group that was led by a very likable and disturbed man. He believed in the litteral application of the Old Testament laws (women wearing hats/long dresses, pigs meat being unclean to eat, he would not allow us to celebrate Christmas, even down to stoning a disobedient and rebellious son). This intensely strict religious group, combined with my parents non-existant boundaries at home led to a massive addiction to...*drum roll* spanking porn. As well as becoming addicted to spanking myself. The line between fetish and self-harm is quite blurred here and even after 18 months of therapy I am still confused. It is also confusing to me to think of any of this as trauma. That is a very very new experience for me. I feel myself almost squirming as I write some of this. It just feels wrong. It feels like I am betraying my family and my faith.
I think I need help understanding what the trama is here. There seems to be a lot of things coming from a lot of directions. But it is very difficult to accept any of them as trauma, none of it seems “bad enough”. Some of the themes that are touched on: emotional neglect, physical neglect (of touch from parents), sexual neglect/abuse (lack of sexual information), spiritual abuse (shame and guilt messages pounded from a young age), self-harm (I have literally spanked myself hundreds if not thousands of times including causing open wounds/blood flow.) It’s pretty unbelievable for me to share all of this. Looking for thoughts on what would be considered trauma here. Would this cause PTSD? Is this Complex PTSD?