*Triggers Possible* Returning Memories?
TXRed
Registrant
I've had a rough time the last couple weeks. It started when I went through scanning a bunch of old family photos. One photo sent me into a memory rabbit hole. I've had flashes of being abused by my soccer coach alongside his grandson. That boy is in this photo. I've seen it before, but seeing it again had an affect on me. My mind kept going back to those flashes. Strangely, I think a little more came back. In these "memories" my dad is there too, participating. This led to one memory of a separate time where I am giving him oral, in his bed. And another of being groped from behind by an adult.
This has obviously been difficult to wrap my head around. I really want these to be false memories and nothing more than my imagination. But the more I try to debunk them the more they are making sense.
Trigger Warning:
In this memory my dad's penis is huge, but it would be through the eyes, hands, and mouth of a very young child. He didn't want me looking at him so I faced his feet during. This is tied to a body memory that was triggered a few months ago. I was laying in bed watching tv and reached behind my head to the headboard, feeling a part of it that felt phallic. I had been in that position before, facing away, playing with a penis. At a friends house when I was maybe 5 I found a fake rubber nose. I was convinced this was a fake penis. I argued with my friend about it and his dad overheard. I was adamant that this was a penis and said it looked like my dad's. He gave me a worried look and changed the subject. There's a few other signs pointing to these memories being legitimate and that just devastates me. I told my T about this and was hoping he'd tell me it's all in my head, that these are false memories. But instead urged me not to re-repress it, that this can happen when the abuse occurs at that age. I've felt sick to my stomach since these images have come to mind. The same way I felt as a kid, when I couldn't explain how or why I felt this way to mom or dad. I even broke down and got high a couple nights ago to numb it. In this state I laid down in the shower and let the water fall on my chest. I put my feet up on the tile and being stoned... in this position... I don't know... it was like I was reliving being raped... and I was numb then too.
This is all just so much. I haven't cried this much since my dad passed. I can manage to keep myself together around others but when i'm home alone... floodgates...
This has obviously been difficult to wrap my head around. I really want these to be false memories and nothing more than my imagination. But the more I try to debunk them the more they are making sense.
Trigger Warning:
In this memory my dad's penis is huge, but it would be through the eyes, hands, and mouth of a very young child. He didn't want me looking at him so I faced his feet during. This is tied to a body memory that was triggered a few months ago. I was laying in bed watching tv and reached behind my head to the headboard, feeling a part of it that felt phallic. I had been in that position before, facing away, playing with a penis. At a friends house when I was maybe 5 I found a fake rubber nose. I was convinced this was a fake penis. I argued with my friend about it and his dad overheard. I was adamant that this was a penis and said it looked like my dad's. He gave me a worried look and changed the subject. There's a few other signs pointing to these memories being legitimate and that just devastates me. I told my T about this and was hoping he'd tell me it's all in my head, that these are false memories. But instead urged me not to re-repress it, that this can happen when the abuse occurs at that age. I've felt sick to my stomach since these images have come to mind. The same way I felt as a kid, when I couldn't explain how or why I felt this way to mom or dad. I even broke down and got high a couple nights ago to numb it. In this state I laid down in the shower and let the water fall on my chest. I put my feet up on the tile and being stoned... in this position... I don't know... it was like I was reliving being raped... and I was numb then too.
This is all just so much. I haven't cried this much since my dad passed. I can manage to keep myself together around others but when i'm home alone... floodgates...