Am I in the right place? *** TRIGGERS ***
Hi all. I am new to this so bear with me if I make no sense.
After many years running away, trying too hard, trying to be strong and most importantly denying that anything had ever happened, I reach the age of 40 and my life falls apart.
I'd never realised why I was a mess and never discussed my teenage years. For some reason I only now realise what actually happened to me.
I have never told anyone nor discussed with anyone what occurred beyond acknowledging that I was having sex with men from an early age.
I always thought that it was my fault, and worse, I always thought I was strong and therefore none of it affected me.
But I know now.
I was raped at 13 and spent my years after that until about 17 being abused by a string of different men.
My 'fault' if you like, was just knowing I was gay and desperately wanting to find a friend. Because of this I regularly put myself in danger and even picked up the older men who abused me. None ever wanted to support or help me, they just wanted sex with me. I clung on to a hope that I would find some warmth and belonging.
The first, when I was 13 followed me home. He was handsome. He didn't say much but pulled my pants down in an alleyway and f...ed me. I couldn't say no, I was too nervous and didn't know what was happening. But as the pain increased I asked him to stop repeatedly but he didn't. He didn't kiss me or hold me which was all I wanted. When he was finished he left me there to dress myself. I put a brave face on and never thought of it again. Until recently.
All the men after that treated me the same way. None actually raped me (I think, but it's such a hard thing to define) but none offered me anything but sex. If I refused they cajoled, persuaded or forced me. If they did none of that, they left me. They were all considerably older. They all should have known better.
It only stopped when I found a gay bar and started making friends my own age. I realise now that the damage was done by that time.
I keep thinking of a song from that time that seems to sum up what I feel about it all now.
Forgive me being corny but I can't get it out of my mind. So here it is:
"Standing in the dark
I was waiting for a man to come
I am beautiful and clean
And so very very young
to be standing in the street
To be taken by someone.
Questions questions
give me no answers
Look at the strange boy
he finds it hard existing
To cut a long story short I lost my mind."
Am I in the right place?
Thank you. Faithless
After many years running away, trying too hard, trying to be strong and most importantly denying that anything had ever happened, I reach the age of 40 and my life falls apart.
I'd never realised why I was a mess and never discussed my teenage years. For some reason I only now realise what actually happened to me.
I have never told anyone nor discussed with anyone what occurred beyond acknowledging that I was having sex with men from an early age.
I always thought that it was my fault, and worse, I always thought I was strong and therefore none of it affected me.
But I know now.
I was raped at 13 and spent my years after that until about 17 being abused by a string of different men.
My 'fault' if you like, was just knowing I was gay and desperately wanting to find a friend. Because of this I regularly put myself in danger and even picked up the older men who abused me. None ever wanted to support or help me, they just wanted sex with me. I clung on to a hope that I would find some warmth and belonging.
The first, when I was 13 followed me home. He was handsome. He didn't say much but pulled my pants down in an alleyway and f...ed me. I couldn't say no, I was too nervous and didn't know what was happening. But as the pain increased I asked him to stop repeatedly but he didn't. He didn't kiss me or hold me which was all I wanted. When he was finished he left me there to dress myself. I put a brave face on and never thought of it again. Until recently.
All the men after that treated me the same way. None actually raped me (I think, but it's such a hard thing to define) but none offered me anything but sex. If I refused they cajoled, persuaded or forced me. If they did none of that, they left me. They were all considerably older. They all should have known better.
It only stopped when I found a gay bar and started making friends my own age. I realise now that the damage was done by that time.
I keep thinking of a song from that time that seems to sum up what I feel about it all now.
Forgive me being corny but I can't get it out of my mind. So here it is:
"Standing in the dark
I was waiting for a man to come
I am beautiful and clean
And so very very young
to be standing in the street
To be taken by someone.
Questions questions
give me no answers
Look at the strange boy
he finds it hard existing
To cut a long story short I lost my mind."
Am I in the right place?
Thank you. Faithless