Feel so dirty

Feel so dirty

Branson

Registrant
I told my partner a couple of nighbts ago what happened. All of it. And last night I told some of it the chat room. I left because I feel so ashamed. I thought telling someone would make me feel better but it doesn't. My partner tries to help but I don't want anyone around me right now. Just don't feel I'm worth it anymore.

There is one question I want to ask them. Why?

Branson
 
Branson,
You are NOT dirty. After I began telling what happened to me, I also felt like dirt. But, with time I realized I had nothing ot be ashamed of. I believe the dirty feeling is becasue we have, in our minds, labeled ourselves as such. What happened was a terrible thing, but not your fault. You are not dirty. Your perp is the dirty one. I realize it will take time to accept that what happened does not make you dirty. I hope this helps a bit!

Casey
 
Branson Casey is right.

As to Why? I think it is because they could and were only interested in themeselves. In that way they are less than animals and more monsters.
 
Branson,

Casey is right. You are not dirty. The only one dirty is your perp. As to the question, "Why?", who knows why your perp did what he did? I used to ask myself that question all the time. Did I turn the guy on? Did I do something to make him think I wanted him? Did I do something so bad that he felt I needed to be hurt that bad?

I kept these thoughts inside of my head for years...decades! Once I told someone, (my wife) I felt better, but then dirty. Like second rate. To this day there are days when I feel like I'm wearing a sandwich board with "DAMAGED GOODS" on both sides. But those days are becoming fewer.

Coming here has helped me realize that it isn't my shame and guilt to carry. It's my perp's shame and guilt. I'm not second rate, damaged goods. My perp WAS the second rate, damaged piece of shit. (he's dead now)

You know what, Branson? I no longer give a damn as to why he did the things he did to me. I don't care. He did them because he was a sick, perverted mo fo like your perp and every other guy's perp here.

Worry about YOUR healing, Branson. Don't allow yourself to wonder a damn thing about your perp.

You're safe now, work on Branson.
 
I don't think it help or work to wonder 'why'. To ask that put importence back to them. They are not importent ones. You are. Beside of that, I do not know that ever we will know why anyway, or if one of them were to say why, that we would understand it. It is most importent to put energy to ourself and what we can feel better of.

Andrei
 
Ah, Branson, how to feel? Isn't that the crux of the matter? Why? Couldn't you love me? Did you have to use me? Did you love me while you were doing those things to me? Was that the only way you could show me love? Was I so worthless to you that you used me merely for gratification and then threw me away? Why did you stop...it was the only love I ever knew from you...it was better than no love from you at all, or was it?
Why was I no more than slime to you? How could you have the nerve to treat me well the rest of your life as though nothing had happened? Did you think I'd forget? Dirty, Branson? I wish it was dirty I felt. What a step up that would be.
They were/are predators, Branson, pure and simple. The reason you feel dirty is that they were dirty, incredibly dirty. You know that feeling when you've fallen in the mud or worked on a car and are covered with dirt or slime from head to toe? It's not part of you. It's not inside you. It's all on the outside and it makes you feel yucky all over. You can hardly wait to wash it off, and when you do, the clean feels so good. Wash it off, Branson. You were never dirty. You just had the terrible misfortune of running into a great big piece of slime. Wash it off. You're pure, Branson...pure as the driven snow and he can't get to you anymore. When you talk about it, don't feel dirty. You are so clean that even contact with such filthy slime couldn't bring you down. Be proud, Branson, of how strong you are. You are, you know...damn strong. Dirty? I don't think so. Be proud of yourself, Branson. You have survived by your own courage one of the most devastating crimes that one person can commit against another. You were never dirty, my friend. Some horrible nigthmare of a person just tried to make you think you were.
 
This is a draft section of the book I am writing for survivors. The issue of labeling perpetrators as "monsters" is not always a good or productive way of looking at it.

Since this is under revision, please do not copy or distribute this passage.

Ken

If you abuser seems larger than life, if he has the power over you or controls your participation at family affairs, for example, you may be demonizing him. There was a classic science-fiction movie made in 1956 called Forbidden Planet. Without going into the entire plot, the gist of the story involves an invisible monster that is attacking the base camp set up by the good guys on a planet in another solar system. Nothing seems to be able to stop the monster and the attacked colonists finally descend into what looks like a bank vault. The monster is melting the steel door and someone realizes that the creature is a product of the chief scientists emotions. His fear is fueling the monsters power. As soon as he grasps this and lets go of the fear, the monster disappears.

In many ways, the monster that is your perpetrator gets fueled by your fears and self-defeating behaviors. The more power you give him in your mind, the more he has to control you. He may not even be thinking of you, but how often do you think of him or find yourself upset by the effects of the abuse?

Many adult survivors are physically bigger and stronger now than their abusers are today. They could literally kick their abusers butt.

It is easy to say, Let go of the fear. That is almost in the same league as the advice many survivors get from family and friends stating, Get over it. Although there may be a small number of survivors who may find some comfort stuck in the role of victim, the overwhelming majority of survivors do not want to be controlled by the abuse or memories of the abuser.
 
Ken, your draft really hit home with me. That is what the battle with this is, control. The fight for control, freedom from it. (if there is such a thing.) To not let the memories have such power. It is a battle I seem to be losing at the moment. I think of that day everyday. Reminded of it everyday. I bet he does not. Life for him just kept going. There is one thing I know, it is easier said than done, not to keep thinking about it.

Mark
 
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