My story and a question (this is long)
One of my first memories is a third person view of me dancing with my boy next door neighbor (few years older) in our underwear in the park behind my house. Attached to the memory are feelings of fear and confusion. I have some very vague feelings about it not being the only time I had a similar interaction with that boy. Then, when I was in 4th grade, my brother (8th grade) started sexually abusing me. The abuse from my brother ended when I was between 6th and 7th grade. After that we did not talk for a few years until he left for college. At that point he started giving me pointers on how to have sex with women, techniques to use and what not. Seemed normal at the time but now it makes me want to vomit.
That first experience was uncomfortable and confusing but afterwards I was always thinking about sex. I would be up late at night when everyone else was sleeping touching teddybears and humping pillows. When it started with my brother it was scary and he told me not to tell. After a while I sought it out. It was the only time he would interact with me positively.
I was always and angel at school and when around other people but at home I was a terror. Always acting out and fighting with my siblings. My parents would leave my older brother in charge when they would leave and my younger brother, older sister and that brother would all play together and not include me. My older brother would torment me, tease me and physically abuse me. I would lash out and when my parents came home I'd get in trouble.
I have always felt crazy haha. In high school I wanted to be good so badly. It's like there were two people in my head. On one side the innocent boy who wanted to enjoy the world and all the magic it held. And on the other this self destructive, self loathing scared teen. Constantly thought of suicide in high school. Didn't get along with anyone unless it involved drugs or hooking up with girls. I am extremely intelligent but dropped out because of drugs and attendance.
I've searched and searched for answers to why I slowly became dysfunctional after the abuse stopped. Constantly wondering why there was this demon inside of me that was addicted, depressed and angry. Constantly looking for the thing I did that set me off on this self destructive path. Never once did I consider this could have been an issue.
My whole life I have thought these things were normal (I'm now 27). Three years ago I told my mother and father but quickly retracted the admission because of the fear of ruining the family. I pleaded with them to drop it and never bring it up again. I asked my psychiatrist about it and he told me it was normal (wtf?). It wasn't until this last Monday, when I called a sex addiction therapist because I wanted more insight into the negative effects of porn use and how to stop using, that I got validation. She asked me if I had ever been abused and I said "Well maybe sort of". She cleared it up for me.
I've felt (and still feel) like the abuse was my doing and the fact that I ended up enjoying and seeking it out means it was my responsibility as well. When I say "feel" I mean this: My logical brain says it wasn't my responsibility. My heart says it was.
Now that I have admitted this to myself it makes sense. When I think about the abuse and the hurt I felt I cry. I cry and it feels SO good. I can't explain it. I've cried a lot in my life but its never felt like this. It's always felt empty. This feels different.
This week has been very intense. I told my mother about it again and that I was seeking therapy. I had a few text message conversations telling her how I've felt about my life and about how much I've struggled. I know this is breaking her heart
I do not have very many friends and I have 0 close friends. I am closest with my older brother. Up until I went to my first therapy appointment this last Wednesday I had no problems interacting with him. Now the thought of talking to him makes me panic. He is going to want to hang out as I just moved back into the area he lives in. I don't know what to do.
I am angry with my parents as well. I was punished so much as a child. I told them everything my brother would do (other than the sexual things) and they wouldn't get him in trouble! I am responsible for the things that I do but I just remember feeling so helpless and alone.
Ok sorry for the long run up.
My plan and I guess my question is this: I want to send an email to all the members of my family (mom, dad and three siblings) and tell them that I am going through some stuff and need time to myself without being contacted. I just want to block them all out while I go through this healing process until I am ready to talk to them. I am not ready to confront my brother by any means. I just need to be independent right now. Does this sound rational? I'm going to ask my therapist on Monday but thought I'd ask if anyone has some experience in this realm.
If you are reading this thank you.
That first experience was uncomfortable and confusing but afterwards I was always thinking about sex. I would be up late at night when everyone else was sleeping touching teddybears and humping pillows. When it started with my brother it was scary and he told me not to tell. After a while I sought it out. It was the only time he would interact with me positively.
I was always and angel at school and when around other people but at home I was a terror. Always acting out and fighting with my siblings. My parents would leave my older brother in charge when they would leave and my younger brother, older sister and that brother would all play together and not include me. My older brother would torment me, tease me and physically abuse me. I would lash out and when my parents came home I'd get in trouble.
I have always felt crazy haha. In high school I wanted to be good so badly. It's like there were two people in my head. On one side the innocent boy who wanted to enjoy the world and all the magic it held. And on the other this self destructive, self loathing scared teen. Constantly thought of suicide in high school. Didn't get along with anyone unless it involved drugs or hooking up with girls. I am extremely intelligent but dropped out because of drugs and attendance.
I've searched and searched for answers to why I slowly became dysfunctional after the abuse stopped. Constantly wondering why there was this demon inside of me that was addicted, depressed and angry. Constantly looking for the thing I did that set me off on this self destructive path. Never once did I consider this could have been an issue.
My whole life I have thought these things were normal (I'm now 27). Three years ago I told my mother and father but quickly retracted the admission because of the fear of ruining the family. I pleaded with them to drop it and never bring it up again. I asked my psychiatrist about it and he told me it was normal (wtf?). It wasn't until this last Monday, when I called a sex addiction therapist because I wanted more insight into the negative effects of porn use and how to stop using, that I got validation. She asked me if I had ever been abused and I said "Well maybe sort of". She cleared it up for me.
I've felt (and still feel) like the abuse was my doing and the fact that I ended up enjoying and seeking it out means it was my responsibility as well. When I say "feel" I mean this: My logical brain says it wasn't my responsibility. My heart says it was.
Now that I have admitted this to myself it makes sense. When I think about the abuse and the hurt I felt I cry. I cry and it feels SO good. I can't explain it. I've cried a lot in my life but its never felt like this. It's always felt empty. This feels different.
This week has been very intense. I told my mother about it again and that I was seeking therapy. I had a few text message conversations telling her how I've felt about my life and about how much I've struggled. I know this is breaking her heart
I do not have very many friends and I have 0 close friends. I am closest with my older brother. Up until I went to my first therapy appointment this last Wednesday I had no problems interacting with him. Now the thought of talking to him makes me panic. He is going to want to hang out as I just moved back into the area he lives in. I don't know what to do.
I am angry with my parents as well. I was punished so much as a child. I told them everything my brother would do (other than the sexual things) and they wouldn't get him in trouble! I am responsible for the things that I do but I just remember feeling so helpless and alone.
Ok sorry for the long run up.
My plan and I guess my question is this: I want to send an email to all the members of my family (mom, dad and three siblings) and tell them that I am going through some stuff and need time to myself without being contacted. I just want to block them all out while I go through this healing process until I am ready to talk to them. I am not ready to confront my brother by any means. I just need to be independent right now. Does this sound rational? I'm going to ask my therapist on Monday but thought I'd ask if anyone has some experience in this realm.
If you are reading this thank you.


