15YearsOfSilence
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I told my mom about the sexual assault in a note yesterday. I told her it was a boy of the same age and two people whom it was not (my closest friends at the time). I also said I didn't blame anyone in the family.
About three weeks ago I told her that my shrink (I'm not using this term in derogatory manner; he's terrific) thought I had PTSD; I needed to let her know why I was so angry. I told her it wasn't anyone in our family and not ask me more about it. She complied.
I slept the entire day before. I started running on the treadmill at about 5 AM and finished about two hours later. I just started running again. After showering I sat on the edge of the tub thinking about whether or not to tell her, for what felt like a long time.
I told her I was ready to tell her the cause of my PTSD and through my tears I said she needed to be stoic when she read the note. I went into her bathroom and waited. Shortly after she read the note I threw up (eventually it was everything I had eaten) from a combination of the extreme anxiety and overexertion. We laid on the bed talking a little bit about what happened and how I felt but mostly about things only tangentially related. I'm comfortable about talking about my sex life, so I told her the entirety of it, as well as how difficult it is to feel close to people now. I told her the boy and I were experimenting non-physically and that he threatened that he would tell people, if I didn't do what he wanted. I said I wish I knew that there was no way he would have said anything. I told her I sometimes flashback to those involuntarily physical pleasures and the extreme emotional distress.
About three weeks ago I told her that my shrink (I'm not using this term in derogatory manner; he's terrific) thought I had PTSD; I needed to let her know why I was so angry. I told her it wasn't anyone in our family and not ask me more about it. She complied.
I slept the entire day before. I started running on the treadmill at about 5 AM and finished about two hours later. I just started running again. After showering I sat on the edge of the tub thinking about whether or not to tell her, for what felt like a long time.
I told her I was ready to tell her the cause of my PTSD and through my tears I said she needed to be stoic when she read the note. I went into her bathroom and waited. Shortly after she read the note I threw up (eventually it was everything I had eaten) from a combination of the extreme anxiety and overexertion. We laid on the bed talking a little bit about what happened and how I felt but mostly about things only tangentially related. I'm comfortable about talking about my sex life, so I told her the entirety of it, as well as how difficult it is to feel close to people now. I told her the boy and I were experimenting non-physically and that he threatened that he would tell people, if I didn't do what he wanted. I said I wish I knew that there was no way he would have said anything. I told her I sometimes flashback to those involuntarily physical pleasures and the extreme emotional distress.