sexual addiction after rape
I was raped soooo long ago. It was one of my earliest sexual experiences. It was my first expiramentation with a dude. I realized that I wasn't gay - he force me - I 'finished' during the rape. I invented a whole new memory of how 'things went down.'
A few months later I began putting myself into high-risk situations with men. I always went as close to my limits but never passed them. I never established relationships with men. I always hated myself before, during and after. I felt compelled to do it - almost like I was out of my head. I have other mental illnesses that bounce off of this and others. I have had many close and sexual relationships with women. I consider myself mostly straight - maybe, somehow, completely, despite my actions... it's like my indiscretions were a compulsion more than anything. I have never put myself into these situations with women, not even close. Never had a one-night-stand with a woman. I've had, without exaggeration, over a hundred with men.
It really all makes some sort of strange sense after uncovering the truth about that first experience. I haven't had an encounter of this sort since. I THINK I can go on with life without this happening again. I'm scared of me. I'm afraid I lack the ability to live life normally now.
Does anyone have a similar sort of experience or compulsion or addiction or reaction or whatever makes you comfortable saying it?
A few months later I began putting myself into high-risk situations with men. I always went as close to my limits but never passed them. I never established relationships with men. I always hated myself before, during and after. I felt compelled to do it - almost like I was out of my head. I have other mental illnesses that bounce off of this and others. I have had many close and sexual relationships with women. I consider myself mostly straight - maybe, somehow, completely, despite my actions... it's like my indiscretions were a compulsion more than anything. I have never put myself into these situations with women, not even close. Never had a one-night-stand with a woman. I've had, without exaggeration, over a hundred with men.
It really all makes some sort of strange sense after uncovering the truth about that first experience. I haven't had an encounter of this sort since. I THINK I can go on with life without this happening again. I'm scared of me. I'm afraid I lack the ability to live life normally now.
Does anyone have a similar sort of experience or compulsion or addiction or reaction or whatever makes you comfortable saying it?


