At A Loss
Hey all. This is my first post, though I've been reading the forum for a few days now. Whenever I read the word rape here or anywhere really something almost primitive is set off in me, like a little explosion of fear, anxiety and anger. I have to admit, expressing myself to other guys is not easy, I've always percieved men as potential threats or enemies, and thus try to show no weakness. I've only in the last couple of weeks told my parents what happened to me, and for their sake in no great detail. I always told people I didn't remember anything before 9, but i did remember. Or so I thought. Memories I didn't know were there have been flooding my conscious mind. Detailed, vivid, stark memories from which there seems no escape. I can't explain how much that one day when I was eight stays in my thoughts, rotting me away. I don't know if my case really counts as abuse cause it was only one time, though. I've begun having these "visions" where I'm transported back to that day and everything even down to the scents and the white noise of the tv are vivid. Like lightning striking in my head, I lose my breathe and I lose myself for seconds or minutes at a time. I used to cut, and I'm finding myself resort back to those old habit just to numb the pain. I'm in therapy and I told my therapist about the abuse, but he doesn't seem to be focusing on it, even though it's all I think about right now. I do try to focus my mind on other things....school, work, music. But it always shifts back. Before I told my parents and opened the door, I had a lot of problems, but nothing like this...I just want to go back to pretending it never happened. These new emotions are too raw. My point here is not to have a pity party or to feel sorry for myself. Maybe just input from people who might know what this feels like.