HI,
I too was once terrified to go into public restrooms because of an abuse that occurred at a beach restroom when I was 11. I'm in my late 20's now and for about two years now those symptoms have gone away thanks to a 10-wk male survivors group I participated in... for me connecting with other male survivors and talking about what happened allowed me to lessen my fear of other men, gay and straight, and to also feel more comfortable with who I was next to another man. I think it was a big plus that my group had gay and straight men both...
For a long time I didn't think I was gay because I thought my feelings were just the effects of the abuse and a cycle that was set up for me literally asking for it. But through time I've come to see being gay as its own part of my being and the abuse blurred in and around the issue... or maybe, blurring is more appropriate.
I still have primarily female friends. I lost years of bonding with males my age and making those connections and feeling comfortable in them... it's part of my path, and I suspect many others. Even now I strive to reach out to more gay men and have moments of wondering if I "should" have more gay friends...
Yet, I have more now than I did a year ago... and that is many more than I had 5 years ago. My therapist had told me that things only come to us when we are strong enough to handle them. I'd say that if you are trying to head in a direction and a lot of triggers are there or you're having flashbacks... be gentle. Maybe take a step back. Maybe we(and I include myself in this) don't have to push ourselves into being able to handle or do what we think is best for us, and can listen to our bodies and hearts and what they need.
It took my Mom until she was 45 to wake-up and, in her words, "stop living like I was just waiting to die." I'd say she lived that way since my parents' divorce when I was 6. We can't really know how long our time of recovery needs to be is the lesson I learned from her. I'm often as impatient as they come... it's a hard one to keep in mind, but important to come back too, I think.
All the best to you... thanks for posting and inspiring one of my first posts.