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Alright, this is what I joined this site for. You see, I have some issues... a lot of issues, actually. And I needed Christian help, badly. But I'm too scared to tell Christians I actually know about what's going on... so I figured a forum full of people I'll probably never meet in real life would be just the group to tell. So, I worked up the courage to tell a piece of my story. Hopefully, someone will be able to help.
Starting off with a warning. My life is not the "typical Christian life." It hasn't been nearly close to perfect, and I am nowhere close to the person I pretend to be. I can fool you with a smile, but there's a lot more to me than most realize. Also, I don't expect you to understand everything I'm going through/have gone through. I just want someone to be understanding that I have issues and to help me through them. Oh, and this story will probably trigger something in you. Please, don't read it if it's gonna worsen your condition.
Okay, my story.
I start off when I was young... I don't know how old, but young. My dad was abusive physically. I don't really remember it. I know it happened 'cause my mom told me about it (they are still married, so this isn't a "he said, she said" thing... it happened). I've been told that I had a teacher in preschool find a hand print on my back and random bruises. Nothing was done, however. But, my dad did change, so the abuse didn't last long. The only reason I don't remember it (well, aside from the fact that I probably blocked it out) is that my mom would pray that I wouldn't remember, and now I don't.
Things were good for a while, except my parents always wanted excellence from me and they pushed me like CRAZY to succeed. I always felt like I was a failure... like I didn't measure up. But, even that isn't awful. Fast forward.
When I was in, like, sixth grade or so, this guy who was five years older than me molested/sexually abused/touched (whatever you want to call it) me. This was in church, around a bunch of people who took no notice at all, and if they DID notice, they said nothing. Granted, at the time, I was lucky if someone asked me how my day was at church... oh I couldn't stand that place. All this was in the presence of people. It wasn't in some back alleyway, it was IN the youth service. Anyway, in essence, this guy says by his actions that I'm only good for sex/sexual pleasure/whatever. If he wasn't touching me, he didn't talk to me... and at the time I viewed him as my only "friend." Fast forward number two.
Years later, I'm a freshman in high school. I start dating this other guy. Basically, he likes being physical. I couldn't STAND it. It reminded me of guy one, and essentially, I felt worthless as a person. Granted, the increasing depression and the worsening self esteem didn't help, either. Neither did the fact that I really didn't have any friends there either. Oh, and I was still stuck in a youth group full of people who didn't help me when guy one was doing his thing. Guy two and I eventually broke up because he wanted me to sleep with him. No way was that happening. Fast forward number three.
Junior year, I started dating guy one. We'd talk on the phone and he'd constantly say sexual things to me. Commenting on how he'd love to lay naked next to me, how he'd love to touch me, etc. Again, it brought back those memories. And, again, I couldn't stand it. But, I stayed with him for a while, and he got progressively worse and worse. The only thing he ever tried to pressure me into was to make out with him, which wasn't going to happen, but I broke it off before he could try to pressure me into anything else. ...three weeks later HE broke up with me because he said he didn't want to keep the relationship secret. Fast forward again.
Now, I'm nineteen, and have been out of high school for two years. I haven't seriously dated since guy two (since he and I dated for five months) and haven't dated at all since guy one (he and I only dated like a month or so). My issues are numerous because of the past. Bear in mind that I'm only revealing bare minimum here to get the point across.
First, I can't stand being touched... like, at all. My space is precious to me, and I become a ninja if people overstep that boundary. I'm hypersensitive about it.
Second, I can't stand making out, kissing, the thought of sex, sexual things, etc. I can't watch it on tv, I can't talk about it, I can't see married people kiss - it's disgusting to me.
I started self-mutilating in sixth grade. I thought I could get away from what this guy was doing to me if I hurt myself. I'm not a cutter, though... I don't like knives.
I have severe trust issues. I don't trust pastors and I don't trust guys.
I also have horrible self-esteem... I feel like I'm worthless. I can quote verses like Psalm 139:17-18 all day long, and I believe them when applied to others, but I don't believe them for myself.
Also, I keep having flashbacks. Like, bad ones. I can almost FEEL guy one next to me, touching me. It makes me feel used and dirty. And as a result of these flashbacks I fall into a deep state of depression. I just battled one that was two days long recently. My mood goes up and down like crazy.
All that to say, I've been talking to a pastor about this. Crazy, because I don't trust them, generally speaking since I've had six let me down, but this one's different. Anyway, he and I have been talking (crazy again, because I don't trust guys either), and he says I need to forgive. Not only do I need to forgive the guy (guy one) who did this, but I need to forgive: the youth leaders who sat by and watched it happen, the pastors who never provided a safety for me to turn to (ugh that's a story all in it's own), the youth who never said anything but instead spread rumors that I was sleeping with the guy, AND myself.
TL;DR: And so, all that to say... I've been screwed over in my life (this isn't even the half of it, trust me), but I somehow need to learn to forgive. Does anyone have any advice on this? Has anyone been through something similar and learned to forgive? Is it possible to let this go? And what about forgiving yourself - any advice on how to do that? I beat myself up constantly over stupid things - how can I stop?
Also, I've contributed certain attributes to God. For instance, He's somehow going to fail me. When I need Him most, He won't be there. JUST like the people He placed as youth pastors in my life. Or, He's going to hurt me somehow. I have issues trusting Him and believing that His love is free... I don't have to earn it with how "good" I am.
Finally, I would really like to not have to deal with these things anymore. I mean, I freak out if someone brushes against me... that's NOT normal.
...I want to be normal. To be like everyone else.
Help me, CF - you seem good at that. Sorry, this is long and emo sounding. I just really need the help...
Starting off with a warning. My life is not the "typical Christian life." It hasn't been nearly close to perfect, and I am nowhere close to the person I pretend to be. I can fool you with a smile, but there's a lot more to me than most realize. Also, I don't expect you to understand everything I'm going through/have gone through. I just want someone to be understanding that I have issues and to help me through them. Oh, and this story will probably trigger something in you. Please, don't read it if it's gonna worsen your condition.
Okay, my story.
I start off when I was young... I don't know how old, but young. My dad was abusive physically. I don't really remember it. I know it happened 'cause my mom told me about it (they are still married, so this isn't a "he said, she said" thing... it happened). I've been told that I had a teacher in preschool find a hand print on my back and random bruises. Nothing was done, however. But, my dad did change, so the abuse didn't last long. The only reason I don't remember it (well, aside from the fact that I probably blocked it out) is that my mom would pray that I wouldn't remember, and now I don't.
Things were good for a while, except my parents always wanted excellence from me and they pushed me like CRAZY to succeed. I always felt like I was a failure... like I didn't measure up. But, even that isn't awful. Fast forward.
When I was in, like, sixth grade or so, this guy who was five years older than me molested/sexually abused/touched (whatever you want to call it) me. This was in church, around a bunch of people who took no notice at all, and if they DID notice, they said nothing. Granted, at the time, I was lucky if someone asked me how my day was at church... oh I couldn't stand that place. All this was in the presence of people. It wasn't in some back alleyway, it was IN the youth service. Anyway, in essence, this guy says by his actions that I'm only good for sex/sexual pleasure/whatever. If he wasn't touching me, he didn't talk to me... and at the time I viewed him as my only "friend." Fast forward number two.
Years later, I'm a freshman in high school. I start dating this other guy. Basically, he likes being physical. I couldn't STAND it. It reminded me of guy one, and essentially, I felt worthless as a person. Granted, the increasing depression and the worsening self esteem didn't help, either. Neither did the fact that I really didn't have any friends there either. Oh, and I was still stuck in a youth group full of people who didn't help me when guy one was doing his thing. Guy two and I eventually broke up because he wanted me to sleep with him. No way was that happening. Fast forward number three.
Junior year, I started dating guy one. We'd talk on the phone and he'd constantly say sexual things to me. Commenting on how he'd love to lay naked next to me, how he'd love to touch me, etc. Again, it brought back those memories. And, again, I couldn't stand it. But, I stayed with him for a while, and he got progressively worse and worse. The only thing he ever tried to pressure me into was to make out with him, which wasn't going to happen, but I broke it off before he could try to pressure me into anything else. ...three weeks later HE broke up with me because he said he didn't want to keep the relationship secret. Fast forward again.
Now, I'm nineteen, and have been out of high school for two years. I haven't seriously dated since guy two (since he and I dated for five months) and haven't dated at all since guy one (he and I only dated like a month or so). My issues are numerous because of the past. Bear in mind that I'm only revealing bare minimum here to get the point across.
First, I can't stand being touched... like, at all. My space is precious to me, and I become a ninja if people overstep that boundary. I'm hypersensitive about it.
Second, I can't stand making out, kissing, the thought of sex, sexual things, etc. I can't watch it on tv, I can't talk about it, I can't see married people kiss - it's disgusting to me.
I started self-mutilating in sixth grade. I thought I could get away from what this guy was doing to me if I hurt myself. I'm not a cutter, though... I don't like knives.
I have severe trust issues. I don't trust pastors and I don't trust guys.
I also have horrible self-esteem... I feel like I'm worthless. I can quote verses like Psalm 139:17-18 all day long, and I believe them when applied to others, but I don't believe them for myself.
Also, I keep having flashbacks. Like, bad ones. I can almost FEEL guy one next to me, touching me. It makes me feel used and dirty. And as a result of these flashbacks I fall into a deep state of depression. I just battled one that was two days long recently. My mood goes up and down like crazy.
All that to say, I've been talking to a pastor about this. Crazy, because I don't trust them, generally speaking since I've had six let me down, but this one's different. Anyway, he and I have been talking (crazy again, because I don't trust guys either), and he says I need to forgive. Not only do I need to forgive the guy (guy one) who did this, but I need to forgive: the youth leaders who sat by and watched it happen, the pastors who never provided a safety for me to turn to (ugh that's a story all in it's own), the youth who never said anything but instead spread rumors that I was sleeping with the guy, AND myself.
TL;DR: And so, all that to say... I've been screwed over in my life (this isn't even the half of it, trust me), but I somehow need to learn to forgive. Does anyone have any advice on this? Has anyone been through something similar and learned to forgive? Is it possible to let this go? And what about forgiving yourself - any advice on how to do that? I beat myself up constantly over stupid things - how can I stop?
Also, I've contributed certain attributes to God. For instance, He's somehow going to fail me. When I need Him most, He won't be there. JUST like the people He placed as youth pastors in my life. Or, He's going to hurt me somehow. I have issues trusting Him and believing that His love is free... I don't have to earn it with how "good" I am.
Finally, I would really like to not have to deal with these things anymore. I mean, I freak out if someone brushes against me... that's NOT normal.
...I want to be normal. To be like everyone else.
Help me, CF - you seem good at that. Sorry, this is long and emo sounding. I just really need the help...

