Silent Walker
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When I was young, I was scared. I didn`t have a place where I could be myself, a place where I could fail, a place where I could try. A place where I could develop and grow. I hid. I hid from the world so it couldn`t hurt me, if I was not present, then I was indestructible. The person that was supposed to teach me how to become a man, was the one whom I was hiding from. My dad. His drinking, his screaming, his obsessive narcissitic control need. I needed him, but I had to stay away from him. I was confused...
Then I met an older guy. I was 6-7. He was 9. He said that he could protect me. That he would stop people from hurting me. That I was safe around him. I believed him. We started to meet often. He became part of my gang of friends, he soon became our leader. He was older than us, stronger than us, and very violent. He always wanted to play war. Pretend like we were soldiers, warriors from the past or Jedi Knights. He talked about things no child at that age should talk about. He was obsessed with being the hero in our fantasies, the violent, but fair hero. The Tom Cruise, the James Bonds. That`s who he wanted to be. I feared him. I looked up to him. I think we all did.
He became closest to me. He didn`t always show it when we were in a group setting, but when we were alone, he made me feel special. Like we were brothers. We used to spend the night at each others place. I think I was 7. Maybe 6. My room was 2 rooms from my parent`s room. Say 5 meter. I lied on the floor, on a matress,he on the bed. "I want to show you something", he said. I don`t know what I responded, can`t remember. He came closer to me. He took his hands underneath the covers, he touched me. I didn`t know what was happening. My penis did something I had never experienced before, it became hard? What is going on? I remember my body and mind being numb. I couldn`t move. I couldn`t think. It felt good. I was scared. I wanted to disappear. I did disappear. Like I knew from when my dad went into a rage. This wasn`t real, I convinced myself.
"Now it`s your turn. Do the same to me". He didn`t threaten me. He didn`t force me. I can never forgive myself for that. It was me. It was I who did it. I tell myself I did not understand what was going on. I tell that to myself when I hate myself. I am right, I did not understand. I know I am right. But I talk to deaf ears. How could I not defend myself? Why was I so weak? Why did I allow someone else to use me? I am not worthy of living, I am a useless piece of junk that deserves to be used. I do not deserve to defend myself. These are the thoughts that are my core belief. They have rendered me defenseless for so long. I am tired of it. I am tired of working on myself, tired of feeling stronger only to feel weak again. Tired of feeling alive, only to be dead inside moments later. I am so tired...
This lasted for several years. We continued to spend the night at eachothers place. He continued to initiate sexual acts. They escalated. He would always start by fantasizing. "We are Jedi`s in Star Wars. We just been to a war. Bla bla bla... You come home, and you meet your girlfriend"....Before I had a two digit age, I had more sexual experience than a normal pre 20 year old. When I was 14 I probably had more experience than most young adults. Seven years of penetration, masturbation and dick-sucking. How can I ever live with myself, knowing that this happened? The man the outside world saw as my best friend, the one who called me brother. It`s the one that damaged me the most. Who made my soul escape my body, and who brought the world of depersonalization on me. How could he? What did he think? Why?... Just why?
I am so tired of keeping this nightmare within me. I have to let it out. Thank you for listening, thank you for your responses.
Then I met an older guy. I was 6-7. He was 9. He said that he could protect me. That he would stop people from hurting me. That I was safe around him. I believed him. We started to meet often. He became part of my gang of friends, he soon became our leader. He was older than us, stronger than us, and very violent. He always wanted to play war. Pretend like we were soldiers, warriors from the past or Jedi Knights. He talked about things no child at that age should talk about. He was obsessed with being the hero in our fantasies, the violent, but fair hero. The Tom Cruise, the James Bonds. That`s who he wanted to be. I feared him. I looked up to him. I think we all did.
He became closest to me. He didn`t always show it when we were in a group setting, but when we were alone, he made me feel special. Like we were brothers. We used to spend the night at each others place. I think I was 7. Maybe 6. My room was 2 rooms from my parent`s room. Say 5 meter. I lied on the floor, on a matress,he on the bed. "I want to show you something", he said. I don`t know what I responded, can`t remember. He came closer to me. He took his hands underneath the covers, he touched me. I didn`t know what was happening. My penis did something I had never experienced before, it became hard? What is going on? I remember my body and mind being numb. I couldn`t move. I couldn`t think. It felt good. I was scared. I wanted to disappear. I did disappear. Like I knew from when my dad went into a rage. This wasn`t real, I convinced myself.
"Now it`s your turn. Do the same to me". He didn`t threaten me. He didn`t force me. I can never forgive myself for that. It was me. It was I who did it. I tell myself I did not understand what was going on. I tell that to myself when I hate myself. I am right, I did not understand. I know I am right. But I talk to deaf ears. How could I not defend myself? Why was I so weak? Why did I allow someone else to use me? I am not worthy of living, I am a useless piece of junk that deserves to be used. I do not deserve to defend myself. These are the thoughts that are my core belief. They have rendered me defenseless for so long. I am tired of it. I am tired of working on myself, tired of feeling stronger only to feel weak again. Tired of feeling alive, only to be dead inside moments later. I am so tired...
This lasted for several years. We continued to spend the night at eachothers place. He continued to initiate sexual acts. They escalated. He would always start by fantasizing. "We are Jedi`s in Star Wars. We just been to a war. Bla bla bla... You come home, and you meet your girlfriend"....Before I had a two digit age, I had more sexual experience than a normal pre 20 year old. When I was 14 I probably had more experience than most young adults. Seven years of penetration, masturbation and dick-sucking. How can I ever live with myself, knowing that this happened? The man the outside world saw as my best friend, the one who called me brother. It`s the one that damaged me the most. Who made my soul escape my body, and who brought the world of depersonalization on me. How could he? What did he think? Why?... Just why?
I am so tired of keeping this nightmare within me. I have to let it out. Thank you for listening, thank you for your responses.