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I'm new here, and a bit nervous... I'm not sure exactly what to say, but I need to speak to people who would understand.
I'm seventeen now, its been 5 years since what would be a single experience. That's a long time for me, but I've gone through therapy for depression, treatment, and recovery without confronting my problem-- I guess what would be at the root of everything.
I live with my two parents in a stable home, and am the youngest of three boys. I have a stable relationship with my girlfriend whom I've been seeing for 2 and a half years. I just don't know what to do, and the particulars of my experience are embarrassing. I'll state them simply since I sat here for five minutes just now wondering how to go on. When I was twelve, and under the influence of drugs, my cousin's friend forced me to have sex with her. I remember the experience with disgust and hatred, but usually just shame.
My girlfriend knows, and has known for a while, the particluars of... well... that, and she's very understanding for which I am thankful. As well my mother knows which I confessed to her almost a year ago. She seems reluctant to speak of it, ask about it or even acknowledge my pain. I think she's either embarrassed or doesn't want to think its true. It hurts that she doesn't even talk to me about it. Is it because its been so long? Or because I waited to long to tell her? I don't get it.
And then my girlfriend, who, after an awkward explaination, understands my position on physical boundaries. She is kind and strange like I am, but I can feel her sometimes gently pushing me. I know she wants to have intercourse, but I really am reluctant to, I really don't want to-- I guess I'm afraid to. She's the only woman I feel safe around and I don't want to lose that. But I don't want to make her unhappy, or make her feel unloved.
I guess I'm just wondering... after I've been 'healed', why do I still hurt? When will I let myself move on? And why does my mother refuse to talk about it?
It feels good to finally speak about this. I've read a lot of posts and you guys seem like very caring, understanding people. Thank you for at least reading.
I'm new here, and a bit nervous... I'm not sure exactly what to say, but I need to speak to people who would understand.
I'm seventeen now, its been 5 years since what would be a single experience. That's a long time for me, but I've gone through therapy for depression, treatment, and recovery without confronting my problem-- I guess what would be at the root of everything.
I live with my two parents in a stable home, and am the youngest of three boys. I have a stable relationship with my girlfriend whom I've been seeing for 2 and a half years. I just don't know what to do, and the particulars of my experience are embarrassing. I'll state them simply since I sat here for five minutes just now wondering how to go on. When I was twelve, and under the influence of drugs, my cousin's friend forced me to have sex with her. I remember the experience with disgust and hatred, but usually just shame.
My girlfriend knows, and has known for a while, the particluars of... well... that, and she's very understanding for which I am thankful. As well my mother knows which I confessed to her almost a year ago. She seems reluctant to speak of it, ask about it or even acknowledge my pain. I think she's either embarrassed or doesn't want to think its true. It hurts that she doesn't even talk to me about it. Is it because its been so long? Or because I waited to long to tell her? I don't get it.
And then my girlfriend, who, after an awkward explaination, understands my position on physical boundaries. She is kind and strange like I am, but I can feel her sometimes gently pushing me. I know she wants to have intercourse, but I really am reluctant to, I really don't want to-- I guess I'm afraid to. She's the only woman I feel safe around and I don't want to lose that. But I don't want to make her unhappy, or make her feel unloved.
I guess I'm just wondering... after I've been 'healed', why do I still hurt? When will I let myself move on? And why does my mother refuse to talk about it?
It feels good to finally speak about this. I've read a lot of posts and you guys seem like very caring, understanding people. Thank you for at least reading.