TRIGGER WARNING
No one wants to talk about it happening. It's Too Much.
I Don't Want To Talk About It!
I Don't!
I Don't!!
I Don't!!!
But Right now, On this page I Will...
( Bear with me. I have some learning disablities whichs makes it hard to explain things. My thoughts might go off, where it might be a little hard to follow.
And It's an extremely difficult topic to talk about, which will make it worse.)
Trigger Warning
I'm not exactly sure where to start...
It's hard to say because it hurts.
I've never truely come out and said it.
I don't think most people want to know. People don't even want to think about the fact that Kids (or anyone) get sexually abused. They don't want to believe it happens, Because I mean just think about. It's HORRIBLE and about a thousand other things.
Alot of people might think well for it to be abuse then it must have hurt, That if you responed to it, then it must not be abuse, that you liked it... and So on...
Well...
I guess,I'll talk about my experience...
I was just about 3 when a male family member started touching me. He's someone I loved and was close to. Of course when you're a little kid you don't know any better, you don't know right from wrong, unless someone teachs you. If an Adult tells you it's okay, then it must be. So I never did anything. He told me it was okay and it never hurt when he touched me. In Fact... He always made it feel good. So if it didn't hurt and he said it was okay then why should I do anything?
At first all he did was touch me, and he give me baths, clean me. Then He started putting he's fingers inside me. Which it did hurt. But Again, he still made it feel good, even if it did hurt. He'd have me take showers with him and he'd clean me outside and Inside. I still never did anything, never said no or tired to stop him or anything.
When I 5, He raped me for the First time. It WAS EXCRUCIATING pain. I cried So hard. It WAS the worst pain ever. More pain then most people can even imagen...
This is when I had my first, (I don't even want to say the word!) Orgasm... I can't even discribe what it felt like. I had no words to discribe it then. And I don't have any now...
That first time, he told me "It's okay. I'll make you feel real good". And well... As much as I don't want to say it... He did. When he was done. I laid in bed and cried. I was in pain and confused. Up until that night he never really hurt me, it wasn't excruciating. I was confused because I couldn't understand how something that hurt that much, could also feel good at the same time.
But for me, I didn't care. I didn't care how much he hurt me. I still loved him. Alot of people won't/ can't understand this.
See he always made me feel special and he'd hold me close to him. I loved that feeling. Just like most people would.
But I learned that Love had to come with pain. I didn't want it any other way. When he stayed away (as in didn't do anything), I Hated it! I'd hurt myself if it got to be too much. The pain made it feel alittle better. But I NEEDED him to hurt to make it go away. So when He did come to my room at night. I wanted him to do it, I wanted him to hurt me. Part of me was always scared of that excruciating pain. But I always knew that it'd come with that weird pleasure feeling. I always knew he loved me. I Never fought him, Never said No, Never did anything...
He stopped when I was 7. Which hurt worse then the physical pain of being raped...
...
I feel extremely messed up! Like I'm such a Horrible person. That I don't deserve to breathe.
I don't know... Most people talk about Hating the person who abused them. And Hating what they did.
I feel even more messed up because I Don't feel that way. I Love Him. I don't hate him at all. I'm not even sure if I hate what he did to me. That makes me feel even more messed up!
...I had to write this letter, to the person I trust the most, for counseling homework. And I had to tell this person the truth.. Well, I wrote it to my best friend. I wrote the truth, well most of it. I told him about what He did to me, and I half told him about what it felt like. (That it felt good.) I kind of hopped around it. Not dirrectly saying anything about that feeling. But whatever way, I told him that he didn't have to read any of it, that I just had to write it. And I told him that, hell I didn't even want to know, I'd understand if he didn't want to know. Either way, he said that he'd read. And I had to wait two weeks to go back and talk to him about it. When I did go back to talk to him. He said that he was sorry that I went through that and stuff...
I said something about "That I'm just messed up" and his response was " No, You're not messed up. You Were F*cked Up." (When He said that I almost brust out laughing, but kept it in my head. Thought it wouldn't be right to do. But I had to laugh at his wonderful Choice of words right there.)...
But deep down I know that he's right. That I was just F*cked up. That I'm not messed up.
I Still feel messed up though. I mean how can a good person want that.
Now, I get "turned on" when I think about what happened to me, or if I hear about rape or sexual abuse. It's even worse when it comes to incest. And I hate, Hate the feeling. I hate that "weird pleasure" feeling. I hate that it only comes when I think about stuff like that. It makes me feel Disgusting. I AM DISGUSTING! And the only thing that makes the feeling go away is to hurt myself. Either that or find someone else to do it...
It makes me so sick! It makes me feel like dying! All I want is for the feeling to go away.
but it just..Doesn't.
I don't know...
I think this is all I can say right now...
I feel like I'm going to be sick. So I think I should stop...