GUILT - big time TRIGGERS
Hi, guys. I would like to share with you something that happened to me and that I did not use to see as abuse but now I am looking at it from a different perspective.
I was about 15-16 yo and was spending summer vacation at the beach house with relatives and friends. Because the house was full, many of us had to sleep on sleeping bags on the floor. This guy, who is a relative and is about 3-4 years older than me, started touching my body while I was asleep. I woke up when he was touching my tights and then my penis and I was shocked but I felt paralyzed. I could not do anything. I could not move a finger. He gave me a blow job and went back to sleep. I was feeling so disgusted! The next day I was so angry with him but I did not say anything to him or to anyone else. The same thing happened many other times. I would be terrified when I it was time to go to bed expecting that he would come. And again I would feel paralyzed when he approached me.
It was very confusing because I could not understand why I couldn't stop him since I did not want him to do those things. At that time, the SA that occurred in my childhood was kind of lost in my memories and I had still not acknowledged it. With this guy, although I felt disgusted, I also had pleasure and was receiving the sexual gratification that my body and hormones craved for at that age. One of the nights he placed himself in a 69 position with his penis in my face and induced me to suck on it. Again, I felt a mix of fear, pleasure, shame and guilt. This went on for a while until the day that I made myself stay awake all night long and did not allow him to get near me. Then he stopped.
We never talked about these incidents and the room was always dark so we wouldn't even see each other. As we were close relatives we would talk to each other during the day and carry on with our lives in the family as if nothing was happening. I remember that the very first day he did it he was all careful with me and all nice and gentle, giving me things, etc, probably afraid that I would say something. But I was so afraid of people's reaction that I didn't say anything. Everyone in the family suspected that I was gay so I thought that they would blame me for what had happened.
In some instances after we had stopped, this guy would try other strategies to catch me. For example, once when we were talking in the living room and no one was around, he had the flyer of his pants open and I could notice he had an erection. Later he started leaving porn gay videos for me in my bedroom. I was very confused about my sexuality but I didn't think of myself as a gay man and did not want to be gay. But I did feel attracted to men and would masturbate watching those videos. Still, I was able to manage getting away from him and his traps. One day I went to his home to pick up something. He had recently gotten married but his wife was not there then. He invited me in and as we were talking he turned on the TV and there was a gay porn video playing. Again I felt paralyzed. He put his hand on my legs. I prayed to God to give me strength to do something and then was able to stop him and leave the apartment.
I was very confused all those years but somehow thankful and proud of being able to resist him. But then something happened years later. I was doing therapy and was fed up of being the perfect boy, the good boy that wanted to please everyone. So I had the (terrible) idea of doing something bad on purpose to prove it to myself that I could break that pattern. I don't know why I had that stupid idea. I went looking for this guy and this time I did not want to be the victim. I wanted to be the initiator. So I said I wanted to give him a blow job and I took off his pants. I only got it started when he came and gave me a blow job. I ejaculated so quickly and then all of a sudden it was as if I had woken up. I was disgusted by what I was doing and run away as quickly as possible. I haven't hardly spoken to him ever since. I felt so ashamed, and so guilty. What makes me feel so guilty even to this day is that I was already married when that happened. I feel so unfaithful for that, so unworthy of my wife's love.
I am so sorry for this long message and for the graphic details. I hope it has not offended anyone. I needed to tell someone about this. And because I feel so guilty and did not want to hide any details. I needed to get them all out.
It is because I feel guilty that sometimes I think of telling my wife about the effects of the SA and the gay porn addiction, and this incident. But on the other hand I am afraid of her reaction. Not that if she wants to leave me I don't feel that I deserve that. It would destroy me but sometimes I feel I need to be punished. She would have all the right to punish me. I know it all sounds horrible to say that but I need to say it because that is the voice playing in my mind all the time.
Again, sorry for the length of this message and thank you for reading it.
I was about 15-16 yo and was spending summer vacation at the beach house with relatives and friends. Because the house was full, many of us had to sleep on sleeping bags on the floor. This guy, who is a relative and is about 3-4 years older than me, started touching my body while I was asleep. I woke up when he was touching my tights and then my penis and I was shocked but I felt paralyzed. I could not do anything. I could not move a finger. He gave me a blow job and went back to sleep. I was feeling so disgusted! The next day I was so angry with him but I did not say anything to him or to anyone else. The same thing happened many other times. I would be terrified when I it was time to go to bed expecting that he would come. And again I would feel paralyzed when he approached me.
It was very confusing because I could not understand why I couldn't stop him since I did not want him to do those things. At that time, the SA that occurred in my childhood was kind of lost in my memories and I had still not acknowledged it. With this guy, although I felt disgusted, I also had pleasure and was receiving the sexual gratification that my body and hormones craved for at that age. One of the nights he placed himself in a 69 position with his penis in my face and induced me to suck on it. Again, I felt a mix of fear, pleasure, shame and guilt. This went on for a while until the day that I made myself stay awake all night long and did not allow him to get near me. Then he stopped.
We never talked about these incidents and the room was always dark so we wouldn't even see each other. As we were close relatives we would talk to each other during the day and carry on with our lives in the family as if nothing was happening. I remember that the very first day he did it he was all careful with me and all nice and gentle, giving me things, etc, probably afraid that I would say something. But I was so afraid of people's reaction that I didn't say anything. Everyone in the family suspected that I was gay so I thought that they would blame me for what had happened.
In some instances after we had stopped, this guy would try other strategies to catch me. For example, once when we were talking in the living room and no one was around, he had the flyer of his pants open and I could notice he had an erection. Later he started leaving porn gay videos for me in my bedroom. I was very confused about my sexuality but I didn't think of myself as a gay man and did not want to be gay. But I did feel attracted to men and would masturbate watching those videos. Still, I was able to manage getting away from him and his traps. One day I went to his home to pick up something. He had recently gotten married but his wife was not there then. He invited me in and as we were talking he turned on the TV and there was a gay porn video playing. Again I felt paralyzed. He put his hand on my legs. I prayed to God to give me strength to do something and then was able to stop him and leave the apartment.
I was very confused all those years but somehow thankful and proud of being able to resist him. But then something happened years later. I was doing therapy and was fed up of being the perfect boy, the good boy that wanted to please everyone. So I had the (terrible) idea of doing something bad on purpose to prove it to myself that I could break that pattern. I don't know why I had that stupid idea. I went looking for this guy and this time I did not want to be the victim. I wanted to be the initiator. So I said I wanted to give him a blow job and I took off his pants. I only got it started when he came and gave me a blow job. I ejaculated so quickly and then all of a sudden it was as if I had woken up. I was disgusted by what I was doing and run away as quickly as possible. I haven't hardly spoken to him ever since. I felt so ashamed, and so guilty. What makes me feel so guilty even to this day is that I was already married when that happened. I feel so unfaithful for that, so unworthy of my wife's love.
I am so sorry for this long message and for the graphic details. I hope it has not offended anyone. I needed to tell someone about this. And because I feel so guilty and did not want to hide any details. I needed to get them all out.
It is because I feel guilty that sometimes I think of telling my wife about the effects of the SA and the gay porn addiction, and this incident. But on the other hand I am afraid of her reaction. Not that if she wants to leave me I don't feel that I deserve that. It would destroy me but sometimes I feel I need to be punished. She would have all the right to punish me. I know it all sounds horrible to say that but I need to say it because that is the voice playing in my mind all the time.
Again, sorry for the length of this message and thank you for reading it.