I never thought I was a victim of sexual assault, but I've always felt intense shame, guilt, that something is wrong with me, that I'm unlovable and disgusting. I've had a very difficult time making friends, building relationships especially with other men. I believe everyone is judging me, that they are scrutinizing everything I do, the way I walk, talk, the way I look, the way I dress, everything.
I had kind of a mental breakdown about a year ago and had to leave my job and go into intensive therapy for about 4 months. I have treatment resistant depression. I've since returned to work and I'm continuing to see 2 therapists. About a week and a half ago I was having an ART session (similar to EMDR) and I felt this kneejerk reaction type of need to turn my head away and cover my mouth. Then I felt this horrific feeling in the pit of my stomach and I knew I was about to remember something that I didn't want to. Later that night I starting remembering images. First it was the wall of a classroom in the church I attended when I was 5. Then I saw my teacher with his pants undone. A couple of days later I remembered that he bent me over a table and held my head down while I stared at the wall.
I keep trying to convince myself that I'm making it up but I know it's real. The assault is all I can think about and all I feel like I can talk about. I feel like the only way to stop feeling it so much is to get it out and I guess I think that means telling people. I don't know how to handle this. I keep finding myself in these positions where I have to interact with others and I've ended up telling a few random people. I'm hoping that posting here will give a little relief.
I had kind of a mental breakdown about a year ago and had to leave my job and go into intensive therapy for about 4 months. I have treatment resistant depression. I've since returned to work and I'm continuing to see 2 therapists. About a week and a half ago I was having an ART session (similar to EMDR) and I felt this kneejerk reaction type of need to turn my head away and cover my mouth. Then I felt this horrific feeling in the pit of my stomach and I knew I was about to remember something that I didn't want to. Later that night I starting remembering images. First it was the wall of a classroom in the church I attended when I was 5. Then I saw my teacher with his pants undone. A couple of days later I remembered that he bent me over a table and held my head down while I stared at the wall.
I keep trying to convince myself that I'm making it up but I know it's real. The assault is all I can think about and all I feel like I can talk about. I feel like the only way to stop feeling it so much is to get it out and I guess I think that means telling people. I don't know how to handle this. I keep finding myself in these positions where I have to interact with others and I've ended up telling a few random people. I'm hoping that posting here will give a little relief.