Kick in the gut (serious triggers and talking about triggers)
Hi guys.
No one needs to reply to this, or even really read it.
I just needed to vent about something that felt like a kick in the gut.
I took a tip from Mike Lew's book Victim's No Longer, where it said we can't get our childhoods back, but we can get to know the child we were. He suggested getting a collection of pictures of ourselves as children.
So I was able to scrape together a collection of pictures of myself from about 6 until 11. Let me tell you, it really helped me a ton! I started to fall in love w/ that boy, that happy, innocent kid. And I started to think about the sort of future that the kid I was deserved to have, and still deserves to have. And I started to think how I want to do my best to give that boy the future he deserves, a happy ending, a happy ending no matter what sort of messed up garbage is in the middle chapters.
And I found that I loved showing my friends about those pictures. I loved introducing my friends to the boy I was, to the boy I loved. I was proud of that kid. He was a great kid. Maybe he's still there...
anyway, here's the part where it went sour.
I was showing a friend of mine the pictures, and he saw a picture of me at probably 10.5. He said "so that's you with the seductive pose and the 'come hither' hold on the kitten? I can see it now... 'My names ---- and I like long walks on the beach.'"
That was 6 months before I was abused the first time. I felt so G- D- filthy. I laughed and pretended I was just appaled at his sense of humor, but I was like... did the perp see me that way? Was I like that? Was I ....
*cusses.*
Look. I'm ok. Honestly, I'm ok.
I'm just grateful for this place. I'm so grateful for a safe place to say G- D- it... that HURT. THAT HURT SO BAD. Usually I feel like I'm doing ok. Then something stabs past the chinks in my armor straight to the heart.
That hurt really bad.
There. I feel better saying that. I feel better. Thank God for this place. I almost hope you guys don't read this 'cause I don't want to trigger or hurt anyone.
I just... I just needed someplace where it was ok to say that.
Thanks.
Peace.
No one needs to reply to this, or even really read it.
I just needed to vent about something that felt like a kick in the gut.
I took a tip from Mike Lew's book Victim's No Longer, where it said we can't get our childhoods back, but we can get to know the child we were. He suggested getting a collection of pictures of ourselves as children.
So I was able to scrape together a collection of pictures of myself from about 6 until 11. Let me tell you, it really helped me a ton! I started to fall in love w/ that boy, that happy, innocent kid. And I started to think about the sort of future that the kid I was deserved to have, and still deserves to have. And I started to think how I want to do my best to give that boy the future he deserves, a happy ending, a happy ending no matter what sort of messed up garbage is in the middle chapters.
And I found that I loved showing my friends about those pictures. I loved introducing my friends to the boy I was, to the boy I loved. I was proud of that kid. He was a great kid. Maybe he's still there...
anyway, here's the part where it went sour.
I was showing a friend of mine the pictures, and he saw a picture of me at probably 10.5. He said "so that's you with the seductive pose and the 'come hither' hold on the kitten? I can see it now... 'My names ---- and I like long walks on the beach.'"
That was 6 months before I was abused the first time. I felt so G- D- filthy. I laughed and pretended I was just appaled at his sense of humor, but I was like... did the perp see me that way? Was I like that? Was I ....
*cusses.*
Look. I'm ok. Honestly, I'm ok.
I'm just grateful for this place. I'm so grateful for a safe place to say G- D- it... that HURT. THAT HURT SO BAD. Usually I feel like I'm doing ok. Then something stabs past the chinks in my armor straight to the heart.
That hurt really bad.
There. I feel better saying that. I feel better. Thank God for this place. I almost hope you guys don't read this 'cause I don't want to trigger or hurt anyone.
I just... I just needed someplace where it was ok to say that.
Thanks.
Peace.