Hey all,
I'm not sure this is allowed here, but I'm desperate to talk to somebody right now.
I was raised by a mentally ill abusive mother. That trauma started later in life, around middle school. But lately, I'm wondering if some type of sexual abuse happened when I was younger. I've had a few people say it sounds like it, but I'm unsure. I really feel like I would remember something like that.
I've always hated the idea of sex. I'm not a prude, and actually pretty liberal with my beliefs around sex, but I can't get comfortable with it for myself. I have a real relationship for the first time. He's a great guy, and I want to connect with him. I had sex for the first time with him a couple of months ago. (I'm 26). We've done it several times. I feel oddly depersonalized and uncomfortable during it, even though I'm very comfortable with him. Since having sex, my anxiety has been through the roof.
My body's reaction to being touched a certain way is a bit strange, but any time he touches me around the thighs or even around the wait, my body recoils as if he's holding a burning torch to my skin. I'm not sure why. I have no issues with being touched above the waist - in fact, I'm a pretty touchy person - but something feels very wrong about a man touching me below the waist.
The idea of oral sex is almost out of the question. Just thinking about giving somebody a blow job almost makes me want to have a panic attack.
I really, really like this guy, but I've almost considered leaving him because I can't seem to get comfortable with it.
When I was five, a friend brought me to a neighbors house. He had lots of other girls playing in his yard and on his porch. I can hardly remember my kindergarten teacher, who I saw every day, but I remember this random neighbor vividly. I remember his hat, his clothes, his smile, his dogs, where his home was and what his porch looked like. I remember how he would smile at us and brought us candy and how much I liked him because he was really nice. I remember that day well... at least, the beginning of it. He guided me inside, but I always said I got scared and left. However, I don't really remember that. I don't remember anything from the rest of that day.
I remember sometime after that, I ran into him outside. He invited me to his house, which scared me so badly I ran and hid. I don't know what shifted and why the nice man who was my friend suddenly became so terrifying to me, but he was.
One day he was gone. I had suddenly become a very fearful, anxious kid, obsessed with tragedy, always thinking something bad was going to happen. Years later, I found out the neighbor was arrested. They found child pornography in his house and apparently he had been convicted of sexually abusing the other neighborhood girls.
I have a history of depression, suicidal thoughts and attempts, self-harm, addiction, bipolar, and eating disorders. I've been in recovery from drug addiction for five years, and in those five years I have put a lot of effort into getting well. I've done a lot of work with my depression and can honestly say I'm doing better than I thought possible. :) Most days I am quite happy. But, being in a relationship has brought up issues I had never paid much attention to.
Are repressed memories even real? Is there a reason I feel this way, or am I just a nutcase? I feel like a crazy person. :(
I'm not sure this is allowed here, but I'm desperate to talk to somebody right now.
I was raised by a mentally ill abusive mother. That trauma started later in life, around middle school. But lately, I'm wondering if some type of sexual abuse happened when I was younger. I've had a few people say it sounds like it, but I'm unsure. I really feel like I would remember something like that.
I've always hated the idea of sex. I'm not a prude, and actually pretty liberal with my beliefs around sex, but I can't get comfortable with it for myself. I have a real relationship for the first time. He's a great guy, and I want to connect with him. I had sex for the first time with him a couple of months ago. (I'm 26). We've done it several times. I feel oddly depersonalized and uncomfortable during it, even though I'm very comfortable with him. Since having sex, my anxiety has been through the roof.
My body's reaction to being touched a certain way is a bit strange, but any time he touches me around the thighs or even around the wait, my body recoils as if he's holding a burning torch to my skin. I'm not sure why. I have no issues with being touched above the waist - in fact, I'm a pretty touchy person - but something feels very wrong about a man touching me below the waist.
The idea of oral sex is almost out of the question. Just thinking about giving somebody a blow job almost makes me want to have a panic attack.
I really, really like this guy, but I've almost considered leaving him because I can't seem to get comfortable with it.
When I was five, a friend brought me to a neighbors house. He had lots of other girls playing in his yard and on his porch. I can hardly remember my kindergarten teacher, who I saw every day, but I remember this random neighbor vividly. I remember his hat, his clothes, his smile, his dogs, where his home was and what his porch looked like. I remember how he would smile at us and brought us candy and how much I liked him because he was really nice. I remember that day well... at least, the beginning of it. He guided me inside, but I always said I got scared and left. However, I don't really remember that. I don't remember anything from the rest of that day.
I remember sometime after that, I ran into him outside. He invited me to his house, which scared me so badly I ran and hid. I don't know what shifted and why the nice man who was my friend suddenly became so terrifying to me, but he was.
One day he was gone. I had suddenly become a very fearful, anxious kid, obsessed with tragedy, always thinking something bad was going to happen. Years later, I found out the neighbor was arrested. They found child pornography in his house and apparently he had been convicted of sexually abusing the other neighborhood girls.
I have a history of depression, suicidal thoughts and attempts, self-harm, addiction, bipolar, and eating disorders. I've been in recovery from drug addiction for five years, and in those five years I have put a lot of effort into getting well. I've done a lot of work with my depression and can honestly say I'm doing better than I thought possible. :) Most days I am quite happy. But, being in a relationship has brought up issues I had never paid much attention to.
Are repressed memories even real? Is there a reason I feel this way, or am I just a nutcase? I feel like a crazy person. :(
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