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I hope it's ok to start a new thread like this. I've been reading the board for about 10 days and I wanted to introduce myself and ask a few questions.
I'm 35 and I've only just (in the last month) "remembered" being abused when I was about 10.
When I "remembered" this, it straight away made a lot of sense of my life. Everything seemed to fit. I had a few days when I felt happy and free. I realised how easy and good life would be if I only had to deal with life itself, not with all the stuff I carry around. And I recognised some of the feelings people express on the board as applying to me.
But "remembering" like this also worries me. I don't have what I'd call a real memory of what happened. Part of me thinks I've just made it up because it "fits" so well. It's such a good explanation for my fucked-up life (like a good scientific explanation which ties together all the data); and it's one which somehow lets me off the hook because I can think that my problems aren't really to do with, they're all because of something that's been done to me. I keep trying to remember properly, but I only get some disjointed images. Today, though, I've been feeling a really wierd and scary sensation which is making me think that I must have been buggered. But that's a big jump to a big conclusion on the basis of a feeling!
My wife had a psychotic episode last year and she had to be "sectioned" (UK-speak for compulsorily hospitalised) for 3 months. This was really traumatic (for her, obviously, but also for me) and I think it started me "remembering" because I experienced it as a repetition of the earlier, repressed, trauma.
When my wife got ill I got a lot closer to my Mum because she was just about the only person I could really talk to about it. (One of the worst things about the whole episode, for me, was "losing" my wife, who is often the only person I can really talk to: I had so many fuckwits giving me their uninvited and uninformed opinions.) So I told my Mum on the phone last week what I seemed to "remember" about being abused. She was really good to talk to (I still can't really talk to my wife as she is so involved with her own recovery; she's really struggling and close to the edge). But one thing she said worried me as well. As far as I can "remember" I was only raped once, by a teacher who was abusing lots of kids in my school and was kicked-out soon after. And my Mum asked whether that one event would that really have had such an effect on my life. When I read some of the posts on the board I feel so lucky, because other people have had such awful experiences; but it makes me feel like a fake as well. It's like I'm trying to get some kind of sympathy which I'm not entitled to because other people have suffered so much more.
This is getting really long. I guess I've got two other questions which I'll try to keep brief.
(1) I'm puzzled that I don't feel any anger at all. I've actually always been a bit horrified by the vilification of paedophiles. Not because I think what they do is acceptable: I know that it's horrific and incredibly damaging. I guess I just think that they're either born with, or acquire through no fault of their own, a sexuality which they can't express. Just having such a sexuality makes them monsters in our society, even if they manage to control it. Is it OK, in your view, to feel this way? Should I be more angry?
(2) I've been thinking that I should try to trace the teacher who abused me. Obviously I couldn't take any legal action or contact the police because my memories are so incomplete and it was 25 years ago. But I do know for certain that he was a paedophile who abused lots of kids and moved from school to school changing his name. I feel that I have a responsibility to find him, and if he's still working with children to do something (but what could I do which wouldn't be libellous?) to let people know about him. Does anyone have any advice about this?
Well, that's me, anyway. Please be honest with me (I think I can take it). Tell me what you think.
Tom.
I hope it's ok to start a new thread like this. I've been reading the board for about 10 days and I wanted to introduce myself and ask a few questions.
I'm 35 and I've only just (in the last month) "remembered" being abused when I was about 10.
When I "remembered" this, it straight away made a lot of sense of my life. Everything seemed to fit. I had a few days when I felt happy and free. I realised how easy and good life would be if I only had to deal with life itself, not with all the stuff I carry around. And I recognised some of the feelings people express on the board as applying to me.
But "remembering" like this also worries me. I don't have what I'd call a real memory of what happened. Part of me thinks I've just made it up because it "fits" so well. It's such a good explanation for my fucked-up life (like a good scientific explanation which ties together all the data); and it's one which somehow lets me off the hook because I can think that my problems aren't really to do with, they're all because of something that's been done to me. I keep trying to remember properly, but I only get some disjointed images. Today, though, I've been feeling a really wierd and scary sensation which is making me think that I must have been buggered. But that's a big jump to a big conclusion on the basis of a feeling!
My wife had a psychotic episode last year and she had to be "sectioned" (UK-speak for compulsorily hospitalised) for 3 months. This was really traumatic (for her, obviously, but also for me) and I think it started me "remembering" because I experienced it as a repetition of the earlier, repressed, trauma.
When my wife got ill I got a lot closer to my Mum because she was just about the only person I could really talk to about it. (One of the worst things about the whole episode, for me, was "losing" my wife, who is often the only person I can really talk to: I had so many fuckwits giving me their uninvited and uninformed opinions.) So I told my Mum on the phone last week what I seemed to "remember" about being abused. She was really good to talk to (I still can't really talk to my wife as she is so involved with her own recovery; she's really struggling and close to the edge). But one thing she said worried me as well. As far as I can "remember" I was only raped once, by a teacher who was abusing lots of kids in my school and was kicked-out soon after. And my Mum asked whether that one event would that really have had such an effect on my life. When I read some of the posts on the board I feel so lucky, because other people have had such awful experiences; but it makes me feel like a fake as well. It's like I'm trying to get some kind of sympathy which I'm not entitled to because other people have suffered so much more.
This is getting really long. I guess I've got two other questions which I'll try to keep brief.
(1) I'm puzzled that I don't feel any anger at all. I've actually always been a bit horrified by the vilification of paedophiles. Not because I think what they do is acceptable: I know that it's horrific and incredibly damaging. I guess I just think that they're either born with, or acquire through no fault of their own, a sexuality which they can't express. Just having such a sexuality makes them monsters in our society, even if they manage to control it. Is it OK, in your view, to feel this way? Should I be more angry?
(2) I've been thinking that I should try to trace the teacher who abused me. Obviously I couldn't take any legal action or contact the police because my memories are so incomplete and it was 25 years ago. But I do know for certain that he was a paedophile who abused lots of kids and moved from school to school changing his name. I feel that I have a responsibility to find him, and if he's still working with children to do something (but what could I do which wouldn't be libellous?) to let people know about him. Does anyone have any advice about this?
Well, that's me, anyway. Please be honest with me (I think I can take it). Tell me what you think.
Tom.