I feel like my life has been a blur..a blur I didnt want to acknowledge until I realized its eating me inside and im basically dead already. I am ashamed of myself and I cant speak to ANYBODY about this. I dont want to die.. but i dont want to exist either. I dont want to exist because there is not a day im not reminded of the torture and abuse i had to withstand and have never been able to share with anybody. I was sexually abused and molested when i was a kid..for several years. I was confused. I didnt know what was happening to me until i grew up-im 20 now- now there is not a day that passes by that i dont have bad thoughts… I feel my life has no direction and i cant confront anybody. I was abused by my brother and his friends when i was around 6 years old. I tried pushing it out of my memory and i eventually “forgot” about it until i was a little bit older. it is difficult to explain but one day i realized what had truly happened to me and i havent been the same ever since. i cant even have sex with my boyfriend without having reoccurring sick memories. Someone please help me. My life is a living hell and out of all the problems ive had to face..this follows me everywhere. I am a demon. I am dammed, I am rotten, I am trapped inside my body, I cannot speak out. Please help me.
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Fight your demons. They have nowhere else to hide. You have a long battle ahead of you but the spoil is a fulfilling life that will last into the ages.
There is support and speaking out is vital for reclaiming your skin.
I’d say know your enemy, your demonds.
As social creatures we instinctually absorb from others close to us.
My heart is with you….I understand part of what you are going through as I was raped and molested as a child. Though not by family members and I imagine that would bring a whole other level of a sense that someone has not only pirated your ship by from inside, but done so mutinously.
I spoke out to the only person in my life at the time my mentally ill mother who had been the one who drunk and on drugs left the front door open the night a stranger came in and woke me in my bed with a knife to my throat while my mother slept in her locked bedroom with her big guard dog. the rapist said he’d kill her and the dog if I made any noise. So I sort of saved her life but she of course turned the rape all on me (though I hadn’t blamed her at all at the time). I was 12. And then there were the men she brought home who molested me. I finally ended up in foster care which was terrible too but the third home was the best of the bunch – at least I learned some persistence.
Anyway, a decade or so later I too couldn’t have sex without flash backs until I realized that the flashbacks were a warning sign that I felt controlled. I realized too I was having sex just to be close to someone physically because I had no idea how to do so emotionally. In other words I was having sex with someone I really didn’t know well enough to feel comfortable with and the flash backs were helping me see that in big neon lights.
Find support while you are young and enjoy the beautiful miracle of a body you have been given and do so on your own terms.