Tears flowing - still more!
Grunty1967b
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**Triggers** for me and all who read
Im crying as I write this. Ive had a very emotional week. I read posts and get encouraged and I also get sad. I get angry at myself for getting sad because I should be over all this stuff.
Then, Ive remembered this week another time I was abused. I think I tried to block it out and even made myself think it was my choice and that it wasnt abuse but I know it wasnt yet my mind wont let me believe that and it wont leave me alone.
I was just a boy in junior high and I was in a public toilet and this man pushed the door open (the lock didnt work). I froze but he came over to me and said he just wanted to see me down there. The next thing I know is that hes giving me oral sex and playing with himself. I told him to get out and I think he only left when he heard someone in the next cubicle. I ran out of the toilet and literally ran for my life. I was so scared he was going to come after me. I ran around town I think for about one hour and when I got the bus home I didnt get off at my usual stop in case he was still following [somehow]. I remember like it was yesterday how sick and dirty I felt at school the whole of the next week. Even my school friends and parents thought that something was up. My usual game of playing emotional strongman didnt work. I can still see this mans face and if I could draw I could draw him. Damn him!
It grieves me that I have another chapter in my abuse to have to deal with. I thought my abuse was only limited to my years aged 5-11.
All this week Ive been tired all day, cant really do much work, just want to sleep and cry and roll up in a little ball. This morning I overslept by 90 minutes and found myself wrapped up in my doona like a baby. Shit Shit Shit!!!
Im crying as I write this. Ive had a very emotional week. I read posts and get encouraged and I also get sad. I get angry at myself for getting sad because I should be over all this stuff.
Then, Ive remembered this week another time I was abused. I think I tried to block it out and even made myself think it was my choice and that it wasnt abuse but I know it wasnt yet my mind wont let me believe that and it wont leave me alone.
I was just a boy in junior high and I was in a public toilet and this man pushed the door open (the lock didnt work). I froze but he came over to me and said he just wanted to see me down there. The next thing I know is that hes giving me oral sex and playing with himself. I told him to get out and I think he only left when he heard someone in the next cubicle. I ran out of the toilet and literally ran for my life. I was so scared he was going to come after me. I ran around town I think for about one hour and when I got the bus home I didnt get off at my usual stop in case he was still following [somehow]. I remember like it was yesterday how sick and dirty I felt at school the whole of the next week. Even my school friends and parents thought that something was up. My usual game of playing emotional strongman didnt work. I can still see this mans face and if I could draw I could draw him. Damn him!
It grieves me that I have another chapter in my abuse to have to deal with. I thought my abuse was only limited to my years aged 5-11.
All this week Ive been tired all day, cant really do much work, just want to sleep and cry and roll up in a little ball. This morning I overslept by 90 minutes and found myself wrapped up in my doona like a baby. Shit Shit Shit!!!