My name is Jo, and I am new. There hasn’t really been a time when I was okay. Really okay. Unless you including the first 11 months of my life. My mother moved in with my father shortly before my first birthday, and everything went south from there.
My father was physically, emotionally, verbally, and sexually abusive up until my mother and I left when I was 6. The memories of him sexually abusing me were repressed up until last year. My father’s family were manipulative and extremely controlling, and both my mother and I were afraid to do anything in fear of anyone doing anything.
While I was 6 and still living with my father I was also sexually abused at school by a boy 4 years older than me, this lasted months until we moved across the country. He was my friend and protected me from bullies; he turned out to be more ‘creative’ than my father, and humiliated and scarred me with what he did.
Once we moved to the other side of the country, I thought I was finally safe. The things my father did screwed my head up, I drew inappropriate things and acted things out with my toys. I told my friends what these ‘special’ words meant and what you had to do. I was completely screwed up and didn’t understand, but I wasn’t constantly afraid and I wasn’t sad all the time.
It stayed this way until I was 11, where I met a guy online. He was friendly, and he was always there when I needed someone. I think it took two months before he got inappropriate. Up to when I was 13 he manipulated and threatened me into sending him photos of myself. My depression, anxiety, and self harm had really set in around age 12, and so began therapy — which is still ongoing.
I decided to try riding the bus by myself for the first time when I was 12. I was excited, I felt grown up —I hadn’t felt like this since I lived with my father and he told me just how ‘grown up’ I was. A 40-something year old man got on and asked to sit with me. The bus was packed, and the seat next to me was one of the only vacant ones. I agreed. He looked harmless, even offered me a boiled cherry sweet. He sexually assaulted me.
The last year of high school was rough. I was bullied and everyone hated me for something I didn’t do. I had two friends and one almost-friend. The last 4 years had been made up entirely of self harm, time off, and suicide attempts, and yet I still managed to complete my exams and pass everything. College started in 2015, and I left in 2016. I couldn’t cope with the work. My mental health was terrible, and we had a bereavement in the family.
January of 2017, not long after my birthday, my mood perked up much too high and much too fast. It’s suspected I had a manic episode, but I’ve been too afraid to see my doctor about it. It got progressively worse, and in the early hours of April 3rd I bumped into the man who would be my rapist. He was nice, friendly at first; and then he turned out to be violent. That night dug up my repressed childhood memories, and I’ve been a mess ever since.
My parents only know about the rape last year. My stepfather is unsupportive, and my mother never brings it up. I’ve started counselling specifically for the sexual abuse and rape, and she knows of the two early childhood traumas and last year. I still struggle with depression and anxiety, and I self harm regularly. I also possibly have PTSD. My last suicide attempt was a couple months ago, and I planned one two weeks ago. I’ve been struggling more for the past few months, especially with flashbacks and nightmares, which makes my suicidal thoughts so much worse.
I feel lost and don’t know how to bring my whole self back. I feel out of touch with the world and myself almost constantly. And when I’m back to being all of me, I feel like I’m losing it. I’m stuck in the midst of memories and flashbacks — both visual and emotional — with glimpses of reality.
I’m sorry this is so long. I have a propensity to ramble, and clearly this post hasn’t made a liar out of me yet.
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Hello Jo, Im Brianna. Im called Zigzag here though. Im both sorry and glad to have found you here. At least you have a place to put these things. Im so sorry for all you have endured. We had similar issues in my own family, incestual rape. While it never happened to me, Ive watched firsthand what that sort of experience can do to someone. I can only imagine how isolating it must be. I wish there was more I could do for you than express my feelings and sympathies over the internet. I hope you find some hope and brightness in your life soon, Jo.
I’d say you’ve been through quite a lot, and it’s a thorough account.. nothing wrong with that.
having been in your shoes a bit, I can relate. and I hope the therapy can help more, although yes what you’ve been experiencing seems to be common not just after the event/s but also when reopening wounds with a counselor.. and hopefully it’s just a case of getting worse before being better.
OH the flashbacks. Damn the flashbacks. Decades of them. But, slowly but surely, about 3 years into therapy (talk, natural stuff, no captivity shit) and they seem to have stopped coming. Flashback free this year so far…
wow.
I plan to be back here tomorrow and read this again. But yes, i sure get the flashbacks part.
Wow, that is one tough life story. What are your plans for the future?
When that creep sat next to you, then sexually assaulted you, did it (if I may ask) make you think yourself a creep magnet? The reason I bring this up is that it is a frequent topic that comes up in my therapy and my therapist is helping me with this creep magnet thing. I did not think she could help with this but yes she is.
Thank you everyone for the replies; I honestly thought no one would actually read it all. I’ve been struggling immensely for the past two days, as the flashbacks have been extremely intense and I haven’t had a safe moment to process them.
Muspelhem: hopefully I get on the course I want to do this September to train as a teacher’s assistant. I have an interview next month for my placement; I have the grades for it, it just depends on the places available and how much it will cost. I hope to one day become a primary school teacher, if it all goes well and I want to go beyond a TA.
A1957: I’ve thought that since the creep online. Almost every guy (adult and younger) I’ve met has been inappropriate with me, either physically or verbally. The man on the bus only made it worse, and it is absolutely awful since what happened last year. It’s gotten to the point where I don’t even trust any male family members anymore, not even my stepfather. My brother is 9, and I freak out if he ‘jokingly’ pokes my bum or breasts. I think this is due to the school thing, seeing as my brother is so close in age to the boy that abused me.
I definitely feel like I attract the worst men, and I don’t understand why. I never say anything that could be taken even slightly out of context; I don’t even wear skirts/dresses above my knee, and I only wear button-ups or jumpers (not that people ‘ask for it’ because of what they wear — my parents and psychologist questioned me on my clothing after my rape last year so I know how those questions can be. But dressing provocatively does attract unwanted attention from certain people, and I’m stating that I never dress like that).
After everything that’s happened to me, I really doubt if I’ll ever really trust men. It’s not that I automatically assume all men are like the ones I’ve met, my brain just can’t comprehend that there are decent men out there and it won’t let me even try anymore. Gosh, I do sound like a man-hating woman, but I’m really not. I just can’t trust people; not when my trust was used against me when I was younger.
It’s all screwed me up, and I can’t help but mourn for the person I could’ve been.
I do want to share a bit of what I have learned about creep avoidance, in case it helps. It is late now and I might not have opportunity to share in detail for a day or two because I need to collect my thoughts on this but I do want to share some creep avoidance details.
I hope this helps with creeps. It goes like this: “If the other person has weak boundaries then your boundaries need to be strong.” I heard this phrase for years from my therapist and I knew it was true somehow but it was not until a few months ago that I was able to put the idea into practice.
But first let just start by saying that both men and women ( I am a male) have made sexual advances on me for decades and I felt powerless to do any more than endure it and I just figured it was part of life.
Then at work, several months ago, I was just about to start telling a coworker a very intimate detail about myself and caught myself and instead kept the matter to myself. Bingo!!! I was making a strong boundary between what should be private and what can be publicly shared. It was a pivotal moment. But I also want to point out once again that my shrink had been reinforcing boundary ideas with me for awhile.
The next part was body language. I t just fell into place. I just don’t much look like the kind of person that would let another person touch me inappropriately without them paying some kind of social or legal cost.
The difference in how I am treated by others in public and at the workplace is very much better now. There are more details but I just want people to know that we can do a lot of pushing back with some help in understanding boundaries. I am so relatively new to the idea and certainly no expert, but I sure like not being the object of unwanted advances for several months now.