I've been floating around these forums for a while now, posting here and there, but this is one of the forums I've only posted a little bit in that I still feel like I belong in. I guess I just wanted to say hi and explain my story, and maybe ask a few questions.
Anyway, I guess I can open to say that I'm young, and that I'm currently in the process of finding a psychologist to help me with everything going on. I have a lot of baggage, and I find it hard to really just survive on a day to day basis sometimes. It gets better sometimes and worse others, but even just the recurring depression is worrying. SH, suicidal thoughts... all of that sort of stuff. I experience dissociation as well, which is a problem all in it's own.
But anyway. I wanted to explain what I think could be a cause for my potential PTSD, and what I know to be the cause for most (if not all) of my daily disfunctions.
When I was twelve, I met someone online who was older then me and who was interested in me sexually. It took a little while, but soon enough I believed I was in love with him and that he loved me too. Being twelve, this was the best thing ever of course, and I was determined to do anything to keep him.
It didn't take long for me to become a sexual item. He asked me to do this or that, and I did it. No questions asked. The one time I /did/ question him, he became very angry and refused to talk to me, something that I couldn't handle. His requests got more and more obscene as time went on, and he began to 'teach' me what to do for him, and for others. Now, I recognise this as being something like ritual abuse, but at the time I saw it as an expression of his love for me.
Anyway, after two years of this, right around my 14th birthday, something happened and my parents found out. They responded nearly immediately and with intensity. They contacted the police and I was forced to agree to participate in an investigation I didn't want to participate in, as well as forbidding me from contacting anyone outside of my household. I was not allowed to use phones, or anything that could connect to the internet. I was grounded for 8 months from any sort of friendly contact and torn from the only person in my life (the online boy) that I percieved to love me or know what was best for me.
I couldn't handle any of it. I tried to kill myself twice in this period, and I began to sleep a lot more and have anxiety attacks. My parents, when they did finally give me my electronics back, began reading my texts and my emails, as well as go through my face book. I had no privacy, and felt like I was living with the people who 'took him away from me'.
Even now, knowing logically in my mind that what he did was seriously sexually and emotionally abuse a very young girl, I want him back. I still feel like he is the only one to really want or love me, which has hunted me in all of my relationships since. I view sex as being love, and I percieve abuse as the proper way to show adoration. I find it extremely hard to get over these things, and it impacts me deeply still. I still have anxiety attacks when people touch my phone or computer, and I still think about getting him back every day.
I belive that I have had depression ever since this event, as well as PTSD. I have flashbacks and anxiety attacks, and cannot seem to get out of the past no matter how hard I try. Even when I absolutely loathe him and what he did to me, I would run back in an instant.
I really need help with this. I've been trying to help myself, but time has shown that that is impossible for me. Stuff at home is very stressful as well, and I don't trust my parents enough to try to talk to them about anything. Just waking up in the morning and going to bed relatively unscathed at the end of the day is difficult for me, and this is one of the 'high' periods in my life, something which basically means I'm not having suicidal thoughts.
I don't know.I just wanted to explain eveything I guess. Type it out here and see if anyone actually responds.
I need friends, I guess.
Does this even sound like something that can cause PTSD?
Anyway, yeah. Thank you for reading.