Revalation amid horror (EXTREMELY STRONG TRIGGERS!)
crisispoint
Registrant
Please be aware that I MEAN extremely triggering. I wish there was a way to homogenize the negatives with the positives, but there's no way.
I had a flashback this morning, and while they're usually very disturbing and horrifying, this tim, there was a positive outcome.
I wondered why the abuse took a turn from merely manipulative and sadistic to truly violent. And now I know. I fought moron number one. Hard. On at least three occasions. Not merely "resisted," I mean FOUGHT!
I got back that, from the time he "shared" me with another man, that it wasn't just humiliation and forced oral and "simulated" anal sex. The bastard anally raped me for real. And then, moron number one promised me HE'D never do anything like that. Well, when HE raped me, I know why it was doubly traumatic. Someone I loved was hurting me and someone I trusted betrayed me by breaking his promise.
Well, I fought him hard. He used one arm and his body to block one of my arms, but my other arm beat on him, pulled out hunks of his beard, and scratched him. He was busy penetrating me, but when his hand was available, he grabbed my fighting hand. His other hand was over my mouth and I bit him. He bit me back and pinned my arm down so he could finish.
When he tried to kill me the first time, I saw soeone see him dragging me into his office. I fought hard then too, and he ended up beating me unconcious.
I ultimately learned not to fight, because he'd hurt me more, but at one point, I even bit his penis.
It's a strange feeling. I now know I scared him. I SCARED him. He HAD to be savage to maintain control.
I feel weird. I don't feel like I was such a victim anymore. I know I was, but at least I scared him sometimes AT LEAST as much as he scared me.
Good. I hope he had questions to answer. I hope I was the beginning of the end for him.
Peace and love,
Scot
I had a flashback this morning, and while they're usually very disturbing and horrifying, this tim, there was a positive outcome.
I wondered why the abuse took a turn from merely manipulative and sadistic to truly violent. And now I know. I fought moron number one. Hard. On at least three occasions. Not merely "resisted," I mean FOUGHT!
I got back that, from the time he "shared" me with another man, that it wasn't just humiliation and forced oral and "simulated" anal sex. The bastard anally raped me for real. And then, moron number one promised me HE'D never do anything like that. Well, when HE raped me, I know why it was doubly traumatic. Someone I loved was hurting me and someone I trusted betrayed me by breaking his promise.
Well, I fought him hard. He used one arm and his body to block one of my arms, but my other arm beat on him, pulled out hunks of his beard, and scratched him. He was busy penetrating me, but when his hand was available, he grabbed my fighting hand. His other hand was over my mouth and I bit him. He bit me back and pinned my arm down so he could finish.
When he tried to kill me the first time, I saw soeone see him dragging me into his office. I fought hard then too, and he ended up beating me unconcious.
I ultimately learned not to fight, because he'd hurt me more, but at one point, I even bit his penis.
It's a strange feeling. I now know I scared him. I SCARED him. He HAD to be savage to maintain control.
I feel weird. I don't feel like I was such a victim anymore. I know I was, but at least I scared him sometimes AT LEAST as much as he scared me.
Good. I hope he had questions to answer. I hope I was the beginning of the end for him.
Peace and love,
Scot