As most of you know, as child I was abused both physically and the other type. However, this goes into a topic that I don't know if I should talk about with my therapist.
[EDIT] (after I wrote it in detail, I ended up wanting to not be so descriptive and minimize the detail for my own feeling of safety because I hated reading it).
To be spontaneous, I went to a psychic reading place once a year ago. Not that I believe in it. But there, I witnessed a little girl being abused in both ways (physically and the other) and when I wanted to help, I was held at gunpoint and later, chased with a weapon in their hand. Among other things.
I think it effected me badly, but I don't want to be an asshole here. I'm talking about how traumatic or weird it was for me, when the little GIRL was the one that went through the ACTUAL abuse? That just sounds petty to me. I'm not the type of person to complain, but I don't know why it bothers me so much. I just don't want to make a big deal out of nothing but at the same time, lately it's all that's been on my mind, I just don't want to sound whiny.
My therapist would never think I am, but, well... I think I am. I just don't know if it's something I want to share. I mean, I want to but should I? I know it's not a big deal on my end, because it's not like I was in the little girl's place at that moment, but it still for some reason left a mark there. So many similarities and memories brought back. I had to watch them go at her, hit her, being utterly useless for five minutes and every minute killed me. I couldn't help. I'm not exactly the strongest person ever, not against two men that were high. They made me smoke something which I assume was weed. I don't know anything about drugs so I have no idea what it was. I took one puff and threw it at them in anger.
[EDIT] (after I wrote it in detail, I ended up wanting to not be so descriptive and minimize the detail for my own feeling of safety because I hated reading it).
To be spontaneous, I went to a psychic reading place once a year ago. Not that I believe in it. But there, I witnessed a little girl being abused in both ways (physically and the other) and when I wanted to help, I was held at gunpoint and later, chased with a weapon in their hand. Among other things.
I think it effected me badly, but I don't want to be an asshole here. I'm talking about how traumatic or weird it was for me, when the little GIRL was the one that went through the ACTUAL abuse? That just sounds petty to me. I'm not the type of person to complain, but I don't know why it bothers me so much. I just don't want to make a big deal out of nothing but at the same time, lately it's all that's been on my mind, I just don't want to sound whiny.
My therapist would never think I am, but, well... I think I am. I just don't know if it's something I want to share. I mean, I want to but should I? I know it's not a big deal on my end, because it's not like I was in the little girl's place at that moment, but it still for some reason left a mark there. So many similarities and memories brought back. I had to watch them go at her, hit her, being utterly useless for five minutes and every minute killed me. I couldn't help. I'm not exactly the strongest person ever, not against two men that were high. They made me smoke something which I assume was weed. I don't know anything about drugs so I have no idea what it was. I took one puff and threw it at them in anger.
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