Pictures - did anyone take pictures of you during abuse?

[Swift]

@Congruency , if the laws work in any way like they do here...
You should have had to sign a consent form. Sometimes people slip "consent for photo/video" into general forms buried in the paragraphs. They shouldn't, but they do.
Assuming you didn't sign a consent form, that was illegal.
Assuming you did without the awareness to make an informed decision, it was super dodgy.
You're entitled to write to your T and revoke consent, if you provided it, and order that all copies be destroyed.
You can issue a cease-and-desist, which is a pre-lawyer method of going legal on someone. They don't have any consequences if they're disobeyed, but the words "legal action" are generally enough to make people freak and do what you want. It's their responsibility to take them down.
(Theoretically, one could do this to their abuser, but I'd recommend staying the hell away.)
Taking pics is... disgusting.
I'm sorry this happened to everyone on here.

 

[ILoveLife]

Yes. A video was filmed.

 

[KwanYingirl]

This is a subject that I haven’t had the fortitude to tell my T. Reading the posts here, and considering how much suffering we have endured from being photographed/videotaped, now I’m not so sure about disclosing it. What could be gained by it anyway? I know my photos were from the 60’s. But when my father went to the grandparents house to put them both in a nursing home and threw everything out but the furniture-most of it was given to me. This has bothered me ever since. I have 4 siblings. Only I got the furniture. Weird, right? Well, anyway, I gave it all away. That shit had no place in my home.

Last week, I had a major panic attack when it dawned on me that I would have to have a mother in law/son in law dance at my daughters wedding. I finally just texted her to please not make me do that. That it was a ptsd thing. She told me she wasn’t doing any of that wedding ritual crap, that we could boogie with everyone else dancing. She’s awesome. I can’t stand to be stared at. Even if my T is looking at me, I have to look out the window.