Torres
Registrant
I dont want to further the cliche if ever there were one but I have always wondered if the abuse I went through as a child made me Bi.
This is my first time speaking out publicly, and the first time I have felt free as an individual to do so, so go easy on me.
I'm a lively, extroverted, gym-going bearded 37 year old, never spoken out or written about my abuse before but after the worst last 6 weeks of my life over the last 2 months, flashbacks and triggers have caused the suppression and compartmentalisation of my childhood abuse to end and now I'm seeking professional talking therapy to deal with being a survivor. I am a survivor ! I survived, and I can admit it. I can acknowledge it, and admit it !
I have known for the last 30 years that my dad abused me as a child for several years, intensifying when my mum and dad divorced and he had unsupervised visits where we went to stay with him for the weekend. These visits continued until I became a different child when I came back from staying at his for the weekend. It's not right to say, but luckily I wasnt alone on these visits, and my sisters were there as well. However none of us escaped, and we are all now survivors.
Growing up, I remember getting on better with boys than I did girls, and had a few crushes when I was at primary school. I even had a girlfriend in P1-3 (Uk School System) who followed me when I moved school (when we moved away from dad), however It's funny the things you remember; the first / earliest memory I have of being aroused as a prepubescent lad was reading a Spiderman Comic in Primary 4 (Uk School System) and Spiderman had been captured by Dr Oct and was pinned down by him. I remember thinking what would it feel like to feel that, to be pinned by another and for some reason (unknown or subconscious) I remember feeling aroused. I didnt attribute it to anything that had happened to me only years before at the time (or certainly didnt think that at the time). But that has always stuck with me, and I've never told anyone until now.
Jump forward to times when I was rough-housing and wrestling with male friends growing up as teens, and again, I liked the idea of submitting after a long fight, something felt good about it and Still not drawing any parallels to my CSA I thought nothing of it.
Growing up in a household with a faith, I panicked all the way through High School thinking I was gay and was worried in case my family, church friends or people at school found out. I didnt supress how I felt but I didnt do anything with it either (other than typical teenage masturbation). I had a great girlfriend all the way through High school and she never suspected anything.
When we went to college, freedom got the better of us both and we both came out to each other and went our separate ways. It's funny, I caught up with her a few weeks ago and it sounds like we are both in the same place again with solidifying our identity in ourselves and not what labels would dictate to us. While at college I managed to convince myself I was gay and was happy to do so. I was in a new city, a new identity and I could be a new me. That lasted for several years of discovery, spending too much time with online dating and meeting up with other beary bearded type guys, some with a penchant for sub/dom roles. Was this harbouring back to my earlier memories of Spiderman & Dr Oct, or subconsciously to something much worse and sinister from my past.
The dating continued until I finished uni and met & settled with a lovely lass that I wanted to spend my life with. I've never been one for labels so apologies for using them here but when I settled with her, I was happy and everything felt right.
Jumping forward through 9 years of the relationship, we laughed, we cried, had great years, and some not so great years, and now we are in our darkest time yer and we could be going our separate ways. Unfortunately the suppression of my years of abuse from my dad has caused intimacy issues between us and I dont think this time things are fixable. I have been encouraged to get "me" sorted before there can be an "us" to get sorted. However, for "me" to be sorted, I need to be at my most honest and that is to say that I am a survivor of my CSA and I am a bisexual man. I have always felt comfortable saying that I have felt that I am bi, but never openly in public, and certainly not to my partner of 9 years.
The last 6 weeks have been more real than ever, (thank you for your patience if you have kept up and are still reading with me), every emotion has been heightened, and despite knowing for the last 30+ years that my abuse happened at the hands of my dad, I've only started coming to terms with it now, literally in the last 2 weeks. I can admit I am bisexual, and very happy to do so, as I have comfort in that. I guess it's now admitting I'm also a survivor and seeking the help I can to face up to that.
Did my abuser, my dad make me Bi? Was it Spiderman and Dr Oct ? I dont know. I just know that in order for me to heal, I need to be honest and I need to be me.
This is my first time speaking out publicly, and the first time I have felt free as an individual to do so, so go easy on me.
I'm a lively, extroverted, gym-going bearded 37 year old, never spoken out or written about my abuse before but after the worst last 6 weeks of my life over the last 2 months, flashbacks and triggers have caused the suppression and compartmentalisation of my childhood abuse to end and now I'm seeking professional talking therapy to deal with being a survivor. I am a survivor ! I survived, and I can admit it. I can acknowledge it, and admit it !
I have known for the last 30 years that my dad abused me as a child for several years, intensifying when my mum and dad divorced and he had unsupervised visits where we went to stay with him for the weekend. These visits continued until I became a different child when I came back from staying at his for the weekend. It's not right to say, but luckily I wasnt alone on these visits, and my sisters were there as well. However none of us escaped, and we are all now survivors.
Growing up, I remember getting on better with boys than I did girls, and had a few crushes when I was at primary school. I even had a girlfriend in P1-3 (Uk School System) who followed me when I moved school (when we moved away from dad), however It's funny the things you remember; the first / earliest memory I have of being aroused as a prepubescent lad was reading a Spiderman Comic in Primary 4 (Uk School System) and Spiderman had been captured by Dr Oct and was pinned down by him. I remember thinking what would it feel like to feel that, to be pinned by another and for some reason (unknown or subconscious) I remember feeling aroused. I didnt attribute it to anything that had happened to me only years before at the time (or certainly didnt think that at the time). But that has always stuck with me, and I've never told anyone until now.
Jump forward to times when I was rough-housing and wrestling with male friends growing up as teens, and again, I liked the idea of submitting after a long fight, something felt good about it and Still not drawing any parallels to my CSA I thought nothing of it.
Growing up in a household with a faith, I panicked all the way through High School thinking I was gay and was worried in case my family, church friends or people at school found out. I didnt supress how I felt but I didnt do anything with it either (other than typical teenage masturbation). I had a great girlfriend all the way through High school and she never suspected anything.
When we went to college, freedom got the better of us both and we both came out to each other and went our separate ways. It's funny, I caught up with her a few weeks ago and it sounds like we are both in the same place again with solidifying our identity in ourselves and not what labels would dictate to us. While at college I managed to convince myself I was gay and was happy to do so. I was in a new city, a new identity and I could be a new me. That lasted for several years of discovery, spending too much time with online dating and meeting up with other beary bearded type guys, some with a penchant for sub/dom roles. Was this harbouring back to my earlier memories of Spiderman & Dr Oct, or subconsciously to something much worse and sinister from my past.
The dating continued until I finished uni and met & settled with a lovely lass that I wanted to spend my life with. I've never been one for labels so apologies for using them here but when I settled with her, I was happy and everything felt right.
Jumping forward through 9 years of the relationship, we laughed, we cried, had great years, and some not so great years, and now we are in our darkest time yer and we could be going our separate ways. Unfortunately the suppression of my years of abuse from my dad has caused intimacy issues between us and I dont think this time things are fixable. I have been encouraged to get "me" sorted before there can be an "us" to get sorted. However, for "me" to be sorted, I need to be at my most honest and that is to say that I am a survivor of my CSA and I am a bisexual man. I have always felt comfortable saying that I have felt that I am bi, but never openly in public, and certainly not to my partner of 9 years.
The last 6 weeks have been more real than ever, (thank you for your patience if you have kept up and are still reading with me), every emotion has been heightened, and despite knowing for the last 30+ years that my abuse happened at the hands of my dad, I've only started coming to terms with it now, literally in the last 2 weeks. I can admit I am bisexual, and very happy to do so, as I have comfort in that. I guess it's now admitting I'm also a survivor and seeking the help I can to face up to that.
Did my abuser, my dad make me Bi? Was it Spiderman and Dr Oct ? I dont know. I just know that in order for me to heal, I need to be honest and I need to be me.