Setback - triggers!
crisispoint
Registrant
Well, it was too good to last!
I had too much time to think last night and began dwelling on abusers in general which brought back my abuse in particular. I had a flashback, not only to my abuse as a child, but to the two incidents I had while acting out. Both had elements of force in it, but I don't think they constitute rape. Although one of them forced me to do stuff just like my perp.
I blocked out most of that too and some of it came back. He (one of my encounters) may have thought he was being amorous and aggressive (which I told him I wanted), but he still forced me. I'm actually flashbacking right now. I see both events, the abuse and this sleazy encounter in a car.
God this is hard.
It wasn't actual rape, but on a subconcious level I was reenacting the abuse. At the time of this encounter, the memories hadn't come back yet. I was a man at 35 confused about sexual identity. I was willing, but he was wrong.
Was it possible that I was raped? I don't even know anymore. I certainly put myself in the situation. I was willing to go along. The acts felt great up to that point.
Anyway, I've been having nightmares again. Mostly involving my perp raping me over and over again. But one that spoke to my anger and rage disturbs me. I actually dreamed about killing him. Sticking a gun in his goddamned eye socket and pulling the trigger. The funny thing (and horrible thing) is that I got NOTHING out of murdering him. Nothing. No sense of justice, no retribution, nothing!
I realized that I could go after him, send him to jail, kill him one thousand times, and it wouldn't make me feel better. It wouldn't get even with him. It wouldn't even begin to balance the books on what he did to me, took from me. He has screwed me up so badly that There is nothing I could do to him, to other perps, to make me feel better. What a thought, huh?
So why am I venting here? I don't know. I guess because I have to. I was very tempted to get myself roaring drunk again this morning. I don't want to do that. I feel like an alcoholic refusing to take that one drink. If I begin to rely on booze, there will be no end because I know I'd prefer to be buried in that numbed pain than to deal with the real pain that never seems to go away.
Number two, to those people I've tried to help, and newcomers to this site (those who can read this, and I'd recommend that you NOT read it until you're ready. Should'a said that earlier actually!...), there will be times when you will backslide. There will be times when you will hurt again. But there is also hope that you will feel better and heal. I know I am healing, slowly but surely. I don't like it being so goddamned slow, but I can't rush it either. I know that now.
I need you guys here. Guys like James, and Dan, and Jay, and Dave, and all of you. You are as "real" to me as the people I've known my whole life. I want to help you and make you well. It's just that sometimes, I need to be carried too.
Thanks for letting me vent, brothers. I love you all.
Peace.
Scot
I had too much time to think last night and began dwelling on abusers in general which brought back my abuse in particular. I had a flashback, not only to my abuse as a child, but to the two incidents I had while acting out. Both had elements of force in it, but I don't think they constitute rape. Although one of them forced me to do stuff just like my perp.
I blocked out most of that too and some of it came back. He (one of my encounters) may have thought he was being amorous and aggressive (which I told him I wanted), but he still forced me. I'm actually flashbacking right now. I see both events, the abuse and this sleazy encounter in a car.
God this is hard.
It wasn't actual rape, but on a subconcious level I was reenacting the abuse. At the time of this encounter, the memories hadn't come back yet. I was a man at 35 confused about sexual identity. I was willing, but he was wrong.
Was it possible that I was raped? I don't even know anymore. I certainly put myself in the situation. I was willing to go along. The acts felt great up to that point.
Anyway, I've been having nightmares again. Mostly involving my perp raping me over and over again. But one that spoke to my anger and rage disturbs me. I actually dreamed about killing him. Sticking a gun in his goddamned eye socket and pulling the trigger. The funny thing (and horrible thing) is that I got NOTHING out of murdering him. Nothing. No sense of justice, no retribution, nothing!
I realized that I could go after him, send him to jail, kill him one thousand times, and it wouldn't make me feel better. It wouldn't get even with him. It wouldn't even begin to balance the books on what he did to me, took from me. He has screwed me up so badly that There is nothing I could do to him, to other perps, to make me feel better. What a thought, huh?
So why am I venting here? I don't know. I guess because I have to. I was very tempted to get myself roaring drunk again this morning. I don't want to do that. I feel like an alcoholic refusing to take that one drink. If I begin to rely on booze, there will be no end because I know I'd prefer to be buried in that numbed pain than to deal with the real pain that never seems to go away.
Number two, to those people I've tried to help, and newcomers to this site (those who can read this, and I'd recommend that you NOT read it until you're ready. Should'a said that earlier actually!...), there will be times when you will backslide. There will be times when you will hurt again. But there is also hope that you will feel better and heal. I know I am healing, slowly but surely. I don't like it being so goddamned slow, but I can't rush it either. I know that now.
I need you guys here. Guys like James, and Dan, and Jay, and Dave, and all of you. You are as "real" to me as the people I've known my whole life. I want to help you and make you well. It's just that sometimes, I need to be carried too.
Thanks for letting me vent, brothers. I love you all.
Peace.
Scot