When I think about when I was at my worst; between all the dissociation, hyper-sexuality, the self-abuse and acting out, I feel as though I have gone through a kind of self-inflicted trauma. To put it bluntly, I feel as though I have raped myself.
I hope that doesn’t offend anyone. I do not intend to trivialize sexual abuse. Nor am I necessarily shifting blame to those I interacted with during that time. It’s just when I think about that period in my life, there were often great inner-conflicts and even greater distances between the identities I wrestled with. My sense of shame, self-loathing and disgust are bottomless. Whatever little sense of self I had back then, I think I violated it.