Moving forward never felt so hard (triggers)
This last week has been a rollercoaster ride from hell. I can stand outside of myself and smile because I am proud of myself for the work I am doing. But inside I am battered and broken, yet strong, fighting, and beginning to feel myself becoming whole.
I had mentioned earlier that I was trying to understand and express my anger. I worked on it more and realize that I need to incorporate the angry and raging part of myself the way I did the hurt and fearful child part. I am thankful for how far I've come. But still so far to go.
With my anger I have found my power, but each time I find my power I have the strength to look further and I am once again broken down with new realizations. I remember one experience when my dad's stepfather raped me, I remember being fondled but have no specific memory, and remember what I thought was some things that happened to my brother. This morning I realized that I've been keeping myself at an arms reach and what I remembered as my brother was not him but me. I broke past my defenses and remembered.
One of the memories was of "giving him a blowjob." But as I remembered and was broken to my core with shame and guilt I felt the anger and the rage and the power that has been residing in me and I told myself and told him no. I told myself - no, I didn't "give" him anything. He "made me" suck his ****. It was not something I wanted - and I wasn't an adult doing it, I was a child, a little boy and fuck the bastard that rapes a little boy. If he weren't dead I could kill him. (please edit if that was too much - I'm trying to keep it toned down - sorry)
I'm tired, I feel like I've aged 100 years; and yet I'm strong with a new sense of wisdom, of understanding myself really for the first time - each day. I'm angered by the confusion, the loss of years taken by fear and holding back. More and more I realize that I've blocked out so much feeling and emotions. I'm beginning to really feel my body for the first time. I'm beginning to love myself deeply and have compassion for who I am and how I've survived what was done to me. I'm beginning the process of forgiving myself for being so damn hard on myself.
Thank you for listening to this long rant.
I had mentioned earlier that I was trying to understand and express my anger. I worked on it more and realize that I need to incorporate the angry and raging part of myself the way I did the hurt and fearful child part. I am thankful for how far I've come. But still so far to go.
With my anger I have found my power, but each time I find my power I have the strength to look further and I am once again broken down with new realizations. I remember one experience when my dad's stepfather raped me, I remember being fondled but have no specific memory, and remember what I thought was some things that happened to my brother. This morning I realized that I've been keeping myself at an arms reach and what I remembered as my brother was not him but me. I broke past my defenses and remembered.
One of the memories was of "giving him a blowjob." But as I remembered and was broken to my core with shame and guilt I felt the anger and the rage and the power that has been residing in me and I told myself and told him no. I told myself - no, I didn't "give" him anything. He "made me" suck his ****. It was not something I wanted - and I wasn't an adult doing it, I was a child, a little boy and fuck the bastard that rapes a little boy. If he weren't dead I could kill him. (please edit if that was too much - I'm trying to keep it toned down - sorry)
I'm tired, I feel like I've aged 100 years; and yet I'm strong with a new sense of wisdom, of understanding myself really for the first time - each day. I'm angered by the confusion, the loss of years taken by fear and holding back. More and more I realize that I've blocked out so much feeling and emotions. I'm beginning to really feel my body for the first time. I'm beginning to love myself deeply and have compassion for who I am and how I've survived what was done to me. I'm beginning the process of forgiving myself for being so damn hard on myself.
Thank you for listening to this long rant.