New here. Here’s my story.
I’m not sure where to begin. I’m 33yo and I’m a survivor of sexual abuse by someone who I thought was my brother.
This would be my first time ever seeking some kind of help or even really opening up about my trauma. Aside from my wife and a couple of family members I have never told or opened up about what happened not even to my parents.
I like to think that I’m healed but there’s still pain. There are triggers. Things that my children say that I wouldn’t think would but they trigger me. One day my kid asked me if I could be a kid again would I do it. And that simple question, with no warning, brought back memories and had me weeping crying so hard i had to remove myself.
I think what hurts me the most is that I don’t think I can ever bring myself to ever telling my parents. When I was in HS he was deported.I haven’t spoken to my brother in 15years my mother cries to me wondering why we don’t speak and she blames herself wondering where she went wrong yet I can’t bring myself to tell her because I know it would literally kill her. Is that selfish of me?
I’m not sure where to go from here. But as I finish typing all this up I feel a weight off my chest so I know I’m in the right place.
This would be my first time ever seeking some kind of help or even really opening up about my trauma. Aside from my wife and a couple of family members I have never told or opened up about what happened not even to my parents.
I like to think that I’m healed but there’s still pain. There are triggers. Things that my children say that I wouldn’t think would but they trigger me. One day my kid asked me if I could be a kid again would I do it. And that simple question, with no warning, brought back memories and had me weeping crying so hard i had to remove myself.
I think what hurts me the most is that I don’t think I can ever bring myself to ever telling my parents. When I was in HS he was deported.I haven’t spoken to my brother in 15years my mother cries to me wondering why we don’t speak and she blames herself wondering where she went wrong yet I can’t bring myself to tell her because I know it would literally kill her. Is that selfish of me?
I’m not sure where to go from here. But as I finish typing all this up I feel a weight off my chest so I know I’m in the right place.


