How did I forget?
Resurgam
Registrant
I am in my early 50's. It was only a couple of years ago that I learned I had been molested by a grandfather and continued COCSA from an older brother. I struggle with the not-knowing; the fact that my memories are so limited and fragmented. For a while, I wanted the details. I wanted to know what happened, how it happened, how often it happened, and who exactly it happened with. I wanted to be sure I wasn't gaslighting myself. I haven't regained much in the way of details or new memories, but I have done some story work and I have deduced the kinds of sexual activities that were done to me based on the fantasies and unwanted sexual behaviors I have engaged in. I believe they were attempts to recreate my trauma experiences.
So, I'm not obsessing over what I can't remember, but now I find myself agonizing over the fact that I have completely brainwashed myself. As a little boy, I ran around naked. I would escape my house as a toddler and run in the yard naked. I was unashamed of my body. I know this because of family stories, but my self image is loaded with body shame and self-hatred. At some point, before 4th grade, I learned to be ashamed of myself. I gained weight and I hid myself. I became extremely modest. I can't remember my family talking about sex, or puberty, or physical development. I just remember being fat. I remember being embarrassed and believing I am an embarrassment to my dad. I remember not feeling like I belonged with men.
Even so, when asked, I would say that I had a good childhood. That was my narrative. That was my story. Ask me about details, though, and I come up empty handed. I can't tell you what any of my bedrooms looked like before high-school. I can't give you the names of my friends through most of my life. I can't tell you what my favorite clothes were.
So that's the question: How did I erase my memories so effectively? How did I lose my whole story? Did I drive out the memories myself, or were they driven out of me?
There is still a part of me that wants the details, but the stronger drive is to know how I lost myself. . . and how can I find myself again?
I hear about therapies like hypnosis, EMDR, and brainspotting. Could they work? Is there some other thing I should try?
I just want to know who I am, who I was, and who I am meant to be.
So, I'm not obsessing over what I can't remember, but now I find myself agonizing over the fact that I have completely brainwashed myself. As a little boy, I ran around naked. I would escape my house as a toddler and run in the yard naked. I was unashamed of my body. I know this because of family stories, but my self image is loaded with body shame and self-hatred. At some point, before 4th grade, I learned to be ashamed of myself. I gained weight and I hid myself. I became extremely modest. I can't remember my family talking about sex, or puberty, or physical development. I just remember being fat. I remember being embarrassed and believing I am an embarrassment to my dad. I remember not feeling like I belonged with men.
Even so, when asked, I would say that I had a good childhood. That was my narrative. That was my story. Ask me about details, though, and I come up empty handed. I can't tell you what any of my bedrooms looked like before high-school. I can't give you the names of my friends through most of my life. I can't tell you what my favorite clothes were.
So that's the question: How did I erase my memories so effectively? How did I lose my whole story? Did I drive out the memories myself, or were they driven out of me?
There is still a part of me that wants the details, but the stronger drive is to know how I lost myself. . . and how can I find myself again?
I hear about therapies like hypnosis, EMDR, and brainspotting. Could they work? Is there some other thing I should try?
I just want to know who I am, who I was, and who I am meant to be.


