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***Trigger Warning!!!***
Im not really a new member here but dont feel comfortable posting with my regular account just yet. I keep having flashbacks back to the times he hurt me nothing seems to stop them and it feels like Im reliving it every day. I cant keep it to myself though. I need to write it. Im sorry if this is against any rules, but Ive seen similar posts recently and hope its ok. Im adding a big trigger warning to the top too though. Please be careful if you read any further.
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When I was younger my Dad was a businessman and he and my Mother travelled a lot. When this happened, I would often stay with my Aunt and her partner from about the time I was 12. I adored my Aunt, but there was something about her partner that always scared me the way he used to look at me.
Before long, I ended up staying there once every two weeks while my parents had other duties, or just didnt want me at home. Things were fine at first, until my Aunt started having to work the same nights that I stayed there this left just her partner and me there. This was when things started getting bad. He started making crude comments to me, and wanting to watch me as I changed or showered although I never let him come near me. I was terrified of him but didnt know what to do about it.
Over time things just got worse, my Aunt was working night shift so didnt come home at all. He constantly kept making comments and pressuring me, until one night I woke up to him standing over me. I will never forget that night. He made me do things that, although I didnt know what they really were at the time, made me feel gross and awkward. That continued, and kept getting worse to the point where he started raping me every time I was there. I knew I should have tried to stop him or cried out or something, but every time he was there I would freeze. I just couldnt move or talk or do anything at all to stop him. I would just lie there until it was over and he left before huddling in the corner.
At the time, I tried to tell my parents what was going on first that I just didnt like being at my Aunts, to the point where I actually tried to tell them what he had done, but they never believed me. According to them, and the rest of the family, he was perfect for my Aunt and could never hurt a fly. So it continued for 3 ½ years and there was nothing I could do.
When I was almost 16, I managed to convince my parents that I was old enough to stay on my own and didnt need to stay there anymore. Soon after that, my Aunt and her partner broke up anyway so he was no longer around. But things never got any easier from there. I started getting flashbacks to the nights and could never sleep. I was unable to feel or show any kinds of emotion, and that just made me feel worse and worthless. My parents and family still fought and blamed me for everything as well, which never helped. I wanted to feel and so tried to start SI, but thankfully never fell into any kind of routine with it. It never helped me. I needed to feel or express the pain in some way, but even when I had physical cuts and scars it didnt help. Half the time I was so numb that I didnt even feel the cut or really notice the bleeding. Over time, I have managed to feel again mainly due to my best friend who has been so supportive ever since she found out a bit about what happened.
I want to get past this but it all hurts too much why cant I just forget it ever happened and get on with my life?
***Trigger Warning!!!***
Im not really a new member here but dont feel comfortable posting with my regular account just yet. I keep having flashbacks back to the times he hurt me nothing seems to stop them and it feels like Im reliving it every day. I cant keep it to myself though. I need to write it. Im sorry if this is against any rules, but Ive seen similar posts recently and hope its ok. Im adding a big trigger warning to the top too though. Please be careful if you read any further.
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When I was younger my Dad was a businessman and he and my Mother travelled a lot. When this happened, I would often stay with my Aunt and her partner from about the time I was 12. I adored my Aunt, but there was something about her partner that always scared me the way he used to look at me.
Before long, I ended up staying there once every two weeks while my parents had other duties, or just didnt want me at home. Things were fine at first, until my Aunt started having to work the same nights that I stayed there this left just her partner and me there. This was when things started getting bad. He started making crude comments to me, and wanting to watch me as I changed or showered although I never let him come near me. I was terrified of him but didnt know what to do about it.
Over time things just got worse, my Aunt was working night shift so didnt come home at all. He constantly kept making comments and pressuring me, until one night I woke up to him standing over me. I will never forget that night. He made me do things that, although I didnt know what they really were at the time, made me feel gross and awkward. That continued, and kept getting worse to the point where he started raping me every time I was there. I knew I should have tried to stop him or cried out or something, but every time he was there I would freeze. I just couldnt move or talk or do anything at all to stop him. I would just lie there until it was over and he left before huddling in the corner.
At the time, I tried to tell my parents what was going on first that I just didnt like being at my Aunts, to the point where I actually tried to tell them what he had done, but they never believed me. According to them, and the rest of the family, he was perfect for my Aunt and could never hurt a fly. So it continued for 3 ½ years and there was nothing I could do.
When I was almost 16, I managed to convince my parents that I was old enough to stay on my own and didnt need to stay there anymore. Soon after that, my Aunt and her partner broke up anyway so he was no longer around. But things never got any easier from there. I started getting flashbacks to the nights and could never sleep. I was unable to feel or show any kinds of emotion, and that just made me feel worse and worthless. My parents and family still fought and blamed me for everything as well, which never helped. I wanted to feel and so tried to start SI, but thankfully never fell into any kind of routine with it. It never helped me. I needed to feel or express the pain in some way, but even when I had physical cuts and scars it didnt help. Half the time I was so numb that I didnt even feel the cut or really notice the bleeding. Over time, I have managed to feel again mainly due to my best friend who has been so supportive ever since she found out a bit about what happened.
I want to get past this but it all hurts too much why cant I just forget it ever happened and get on with my life?
