For the longest time I could only remember the nightmare. It started when I was fifteen. I felt his hands on my head and I was choking and gagging. I was pretty sure it happened when I was three or four. I thought it happened in a bathroom. I remembered the curve of white like a toilet or a sink. I lived with the occasional night for almost twenty years.
I kept trying to figure it out. I've tried to figure it out for many years. I thought it might have happened at my church. I knew of a few other kids who were abused that were around the same age as me. They all went to my church. It didn't really affect my daily life until recently. I started having the nightmares regularly about a year and a half ago. It got to the point where I was afraid to go to sleep. I spent months not sleeping. I tried taking over the counter sleeping pills, then I doubled the dose and started taking them with alcohol. I still wasn't sleeping.
I finally found a trauma therapist about a year after the dreams started affecting my sleep. He diagnosed me with PTSD. He helped me find a doctor to get on antidepressants and sleep medication. I was finally sleeping again! We did EMDR, first on small trauma, then on the big trauma. It was strange remembering new thing about the abuse. For the first time I remembered the face of my abuser. I don't recognize the face. I've tried drawing the face, but I can't draw his eyes. I don't want him looking at me. I remember the blue sweater he was wearing.
Another part of the therapy was going back to the church where it happened. I had to go back twice. The first time I realized it didn't happen in the bathroom. I was still pretty sure it happened at the church. Just walking in the front door I was filled with a terrible sense of dread. This time I went back into the offices. Fractions of memories started coming back to me. I got nauseous when I entered one of the offices. There was a bathroom directly across from that office.
Over the next few months I kept getting little pieces of memories. An orange chair, his hands touching my face, his fingers on my lips, I became obsessed with connecting these little pieces of information. I became distracted, depressed, and eventually very suicidal. I was hospitalized for a few days and ended up taking eight weeks off of work due to medication issues. While I was on this break from work I had a flashback. Everything around me disappeared and I felt him hit me. I tasted blood in my mouth. For some reason I think I bit him and then he hit me. I remember his arm around my waist and him holding me down on the orange chair. I think he raped me, but I don't trust any of my new memories. I told my therapist that I think I'm lying. He told me I have no motivation to make it up. He also told me that recovered memories are notoriously inaccurate.
I'm confused as to what happened and whether it matters. All I know for sure is that something happened. Is it possible I made it up just so that I could connect the dots? I'm sorry this post is so long. I'm just not sure what to believe. Any help is much appreciated.
I kept trying to figure it out. I've tried to figure it out for many years. I thought it might have happened at my church. I knew of a few other kids who were abused that were around the same age as me. They all went to my church. It didn't really affect my daily life until recently. I started having the nightmares regularly about a year and a half ago. It got to the point where I was afraid to go to sleep. I spent months not sleeping. I tried taking over the counter sleeping pills, then I doubled the dose and started taking them with alcohol. I still wasn't sleeping.
I finally found a trauma therapist about a year after the dreams started affecting my sleep. He diagnosed me with PTSD. He helped me find a doctor to get on antidepressants and sleep medication. I was finally sleeping again! We did EMDR, first on small trauma, then on the big trauma. It was strange remembering new thing about the abuse. For the first time I remembered the face of my abuser. I don't recognize the face. I've tried drawing the face, but I can't draw his eyes. I don't want him looking at me. I remember the blue sweater he was wearing.
Another part of the therapy was going back to the church where it happened. I had to go back twice. The first time I realized it didn't happen in the bathroom. I was still pretty sure it happened at the church. Just walking in the front door I was filled with a terrible sense of dread. This time I went back into the offices. Fractions of memories started coming back to me. I got nauseous when I entered one of the offices. There was a bathroom directly across from that office.
Over the next few months I kept getting little pieces of memories. An orange chair, his hands touching my face, his fingers on my lips, I became obsessed with connecting these little pieces of information. I became distracted, depressed, and eventually very suicidal. I was hospitalized for a few days and ended up taking eight weeks off of work due to medication issues. While I was on this break from work I had a flashback. Everything around me disappeared and I felt him hit me. I tasted blood in my mouth. For some reason I think I bit him and then he hit me. I remember his arm around my waist and him holding me down on the orange chair. I think he raped me, but I don't trust any of my new memories. I told my therapist that I think I'm lying. He told me I have no motivation to make it up. He also told me that recovered memories are notoriously inaccurate.
I'm confused as to what happened and whether it matters. All I know for sure is that something happened. Is it possible I made it up just so that I could connect the dots? I'm sorry this post is so long. I'm just not sure what to believe. Any help is much appreciated.
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