Need Help From Palestine
Hello all,
I have been thinking about posting my story here for a while already, and finally I decided to post and say what I never told anyone about. I thought my past will never affect me since it happened long time ago, but I really feel the need now to talk, maybe I will be able to get support from you, or I may be able to get some answers.
I am 26 years old now, I am Arab Palestinian. I was born and raised in Palestine for twenty years. I dont remember all the details about what happened to me and when, but there are few scenes I still carry in my memory, and I even see it in my dreams.
I was sexually assaulted by 5 different men between the age 12 and 17. The first to assault me was my brother. He is 8 years older than I am. I dont know who did that happened, all I remember that I was laying on the catch and my brother next me and covered. My brother took his pants down, also I dont know how, and he was touching me, and at the same time, he held my hand and made me touch him. I have no idea how did it end, or even how did it start. It only happened once.
The second was my dad friend and work partner. They had an office right next to our house, and I used to spend a lot of time there. One day he grabbed me from behind, and he started rubbing his body with mine. It lasted for a while, and then I left home. Since that happened I never showed up at the office when he was there.
The third time, was my dad best friend Another one. He was a family friend at the same time. It happened when he took me for a ride which was usual. And I asked him if I can drive. So he put me in his lab, and he put his hand inside my underpants from behind. He kept driving for a long time as I remember. Another time he took me for a ride, and I dont know why I said yes, but I did. And he parked in an area, and he took his out, and he asked me to touch him. What is amazing, that I asked him for 100 dollars? I was about 15 maybe at that time, and 100dollars is a lot of money. He said yes, and he gave me the money, I told him to find another place, and when we got into traffic area, I left the car with the money and walked home. Then he talked to my older brother about the 100 dollars I dont know what he told him so I gave it back to him. Then nothing happened because his son died in an accident at that time.
In the summer of that year, I worked at a small grocery store next to my home, and my brother friend and our neighbor was the owner. I dont remember much about that incident other than I was in his home which is in the same building, sitting and watching porn movie, he took his pants down and was touching me and he took my cloth off. But no intercourse happened. During all what happened I was just watching the movie. Then I quit.
Finally, when I was 17 or late 17 in summers, I was working with my dad, and I dont know what is that business called, he takes rocks of the mountains. I had to sleep 6 days a week at the work location because I wasnt driving and was so far from home. So I was sleeping with the guy who was about 21 years old at that time who works as a night security guy. He got closer to me, and assaulted me, I dont know what happened exactly, but we may intercourse because he tried, but I am not sure if it was successful.
That is my story with sexual assault. The question is do I blame myself? Yes, I do. If it happened once I wouldnt blame myself that I didnt stop it. But to happen five times, and I say nothing is disgusting to me. I never did anything; all I was doing is nothing, just nothing. When I turned 20, I moved to the states, I met a non Arab woman, fall in love and got married. `I was mean to her, or I can say mean is not even enough. I called her names, I didnt trust her, I kept asking about her past, I called her a liar, and cheater and I even pushed her. When we were close to split once, I wrote her a letter that I was assaulted and left to a hotel. She was supportive, and decided to stick by me and help me. But I can say that I was so closed to myself, and couldnt open to her about the truth. Also, I have to be honest, during my stay in the US, I took student loans using a relative information as a cosigner for me without my relative or my wife knowledge. When the police discovered that few months ago, I was arrested for couple days, and when I left the jail, she decided to split. Then I ran away back to my country where I live now.
I can say that I am lost. And I am being honest with myself know, and I admit that I am lost. I cant take designs any more; I dont know what right and what wrong. I dont know what I should do in my life. I dont even know if my life story is connected to my sexual assault. I am now in Palestine where there are no groups of sexual assaulted people to attend, or even sociologist. I thought about committing suicide, and it still come to me every now and then, but I think I dont have the guts to do it. I cant even chose a religion, I was raised Muslim, and I am even thinking about converting to Christianity.
I am lost and I need help, I am so tired.
I have been thinking about posting my story here for a while already, and finally I decided to post and say what I never told anyone about. I thought my past will never affect me since it happened long time ago, but I really feel the need now to talk, maybe I will be able to get support from you, or I may be able to get some answers.
I am 26 years old now, I am Arab Palestinian. I was born and raised in Palestine for twenty years. I dont remember all the details about what happened to me and when, but there are few scenes I still carry in my memory, and I even see it in my dreams.
I was sexually assaulted by 5 different men between the age 12 and 17. The first to assault me was my brother. He is 8 years older than I am. I dont know who did that happened, all I remember that I was laying on the catch and my brother next me and covered. My brother took his pants down, also I dont know how, and he was touching me, and at the same time, he held my hand and made me touch him. I have no idea how did it end, or even how did it start. It only happened once.
The second was my dad friend and work partner. They had an office right next to our house, and I used to spend a lot of time there. One day he grabbed me from behind, and he started rubbing his body with mine. It lasted for a while, and then I left home. Since that happened I never showed up at the office when he was there.
The third time, was my dad best friend Another one. He was a family friend at the same time. It happened when he took me for a ride which was usual. And I asked him if I can drive. So he put me in his lab, and he put his hand inside my underpants from behind. He kept driving for a long time as I remember. Another time he took me for a ride, and I dont know why I said yes, but I did. And he parked in an area, and he took his out, and he asked me to touch him. What is amazing, that I asked him for 100 dollars? I was about 15 maybe at that time, and 100dollars is a lot of money. He said yes, and he gave me the money, I told him to find another place, and when we got into traffic area, I left the car with the money and walked home. Then he talked to my older brother about the 100 dollars I dont know what he told him so I gave it back to him. Then nothing happened because his son died in an accident at that time.
In the summer of that year, I worked at a small grocery store next to my home, and my brother friend and our neighbor was the owner. I dont remember much about that incident other than I was in his home which is in the same building, sitting and watching porn movie, he took his pants down and was touching me and he took my cloth off. But no intercourse happened. During all what happened I was just watching the movie. Then I quit.
Finally, when I was 17 or late 17 in summers, I was working with my dad, and I dont know what is that business called, he takes rocks of the mountains. I had to sleep 6 days a week at the work location because I wasnt driving and was so far from home. So I was sleeping with the guy who was about 21 years old at that time who works as a night security guy. He got closer to me, and assaulted me, I dont know what happened exactly, but we may intercourse because he tried, but I am not sure if it was successful.
That is my story with sexual assault. The question is do I blame myself? Yes, I do. If it happened once I wouldnt blame myself that I didnt stop it. But to happen five times, and I say nothing is disgusting to me. I never did anything; all I was doing is nothing, just nothing. When I turned 20, I moved to the states, I met a non Arab woman, fall in love and got married. `I was mean to her, or I can say mean is not even enough. I called her names, I didnt trust her, I kept asking about her past, I called her a liar, and cheater and I even pushed her. When we were close to split once, I wrote her a letter that I was assaulted and left to a hotel. She was supportive, and decided to stick by me and help me. But I can say that I was so closed to myself, and couldnt open to her about the truth. Also, I have to be honest, during my stay in the US, I took student loans using a relative information as a cosigner for me without my relative or my wife knowledge. When the police discovered that few months ago, I was arrested for couple days, and when I left the jail, she decided to split. Then I ran away back to my country where I live now.
I can say that I am lost. And I am being honest with myself know, and I admit that I am lost. I cant take designs any more; I dont know what right and what wrong. I dont know what I should do in my life. I dont even know if my life story is connected to my sexual assault. I am now in Palestine where there are no groups of sexual assaulted people to attend, or even sociologist. I thought about committing suicide, and it still come to me every now and then, but I think I dont have the guts to do it. I cant even chose a religion, I was raised Muslim, and I am even thinking about converting to Christianity.
I am lost and I need help, I am so tired.