First, I have to tell that I am not native-English speaker, so I apologize my not so good English :)
I have read many forums about sexual abuse and I have not yet found any story which is like mine. I know, or I try to say it to myself, that it was not my fault what he made to me, BUT... In shortly, years ago my employer abuse me. My "problem" is that he did not rape me but also I was not child anymore. When I read your stories I found only two kinds of them: sexual abuse of underage and rapes of adults. Some little voice start to say in my mind "You are so stupid, that you was adult (20 years old) and even so you cannot say NO!!!"
So, please please please tell your story here if you have same kind of story. Many years I said to myself that "I cannot go to terapy because nothing very bad did not happend!!! No one else suffer from this kind of problem, so maybe I just scared it little too much and I just have to go on." Now, after massive flashbacks and after many cries I am in terapy and I know that I should be done this long ago. But still I wonder, am I alone with my story...?
I have read many forums about sexual abuse and I have not yet found any story which is like mine. I know, or I try to say it to myself, that it was not my fault what he made to me, BUT... In shortly, years ago my employer abuse me. My "problem" is that he did not rape me but also I was not child anymore. When I read your stories I found only two kinds of them: sexual abuse of underage and rapes of adults. Some little voice start to say in my mind "You are so stupid, that you was adult (20 years old) and even so you cannot say NO!!!"
So, please please please tell your story here if you have same kind of story. Many years I said to myself that "I cannot go to terapy because nothing very bad did not happend!!! No one else suffer from this kind of problem, so maybe I just scared it little too much and I just have to go on." Now, after massive flashbacks and after many cries I am in terapy and I know that I should be done this long ago. But still I wonder, am I alone with my story...?