As a male teenager, I was sexually abused by a 30-40 year old male.
There. I’ve said it. The abuser was a professional male – and my friend. I have never breathed a word about to this to anyone, partly because of the shame of it, and partly because it would have ruined him. I’m not sure how scarred I am by the actual acts – what I do know is that it has been more and more of a struggle to maintain this secrecy over the several decades that have followed.
I shouldn’t have much to complain about, but these days I feel hemmed in by what I can’t say – my history, my feelings. People probably see me as a fairly confident, slightly sarcastic character, but the reality is that I feel that I am falling apart.
Last night, I lay in bed (2am) and tears trickled down my face.
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I hate when no one comments on post. Hi welcome you are free to express yourself here.
Hi, and welcome.
I’m so sorry you had to experience this. You are not alone. Please feel free to express more, or just talk about anything at all.
I feel for you. One of my dearest friends was repeatedly raped by a priest. I’m sure you carry a heavy burden. I hope you can free yourself from those late night tears.
I’m sorry
Sorry for what happened to you.
I’m glad you let yourself cry. We all need a release, and crying is a great way to let go of some pent up emotions. Hopefully it helped.
SP is a good place to come and express those.things you woouldn’t feel comfortable expressing in daily life.
Welcome to SP.