I don't know if this is the right place for this, but I didn't know where else to go.
外围体育投注Yesterday I was taking the bus and a man sat down next to a child around 8-9 y/o and I freaking panicked. I was so uncomfortable and immediately assumed the worst, that he was a pedophile, etc. Her mom was nearby so it wasn't like she was unsafe.
I have been sexually abused as a child. I have all the symptoms but I don't remember the abuse that much.
I don't want to feel like this. I don't want to look suspiciously at every man as soon as he comes close to a child. What is happening to me? These two last years have been the worst.
外围体育投注When I was younger, I used to blame myself for what happened even though I knew it wasn’t my fault. But now that I’m older, I can’t stop having thoughts about beating him up if only I could. Does anyone feel this way?
I need to keep the details vague to honor my promise with my friend. My friend experienced a form of verbal and sexual abuse. I am not presently able to help them anything besides an ear to listen. How did you guys escape your abuse? Do you think it would help if I told my friend how you escaped your abuse? My friend is hesitant to seek help in fear of making things worse, but they told me they are not in immediate danger as the abuse happen over a year ago.
Hey, long time lurker here coming out of the darkness for once. My voice has always been soft and small and I hope one day it will be strong enough to speak up to someone about it in real life. My memory was not always the best. I admit I am forgetful, but I know that this is real and something bad happened to me when I was younger.
All of the events took place before I was in 3rd grade. It stopped in 3rd grade because my family moved out to a different city and that's when I remember I stopped wetting the bed. I don't remember the exact order of events and everything is fuzzy. Just a little background both my parents would always be working so I would be left with my relatives. We lived in a big house with my dads family. I don't remember exactly what happened. I don't know who did it. But I know that I was molested.
My mom always told me how as a toddler I would cry in the presence of men except for my dad and uncle. For as long as I can remember I was afraid of using the bathroom. I pissed my pants so many times because I didn't want to go in there. I remember being in kindergarten and having to pee but being so afraid to go by myself I peed my pants so many times my mom always packed extra pants when I went to school. The fear and guilt of being scolded is stuck with me to this day. I was a well behaved child the only problem my mom had with me was eating toilet paper. She said I stopped eating it when we moved away. The toilet paper. I had to eat it. "Be quiet. They'll hear." These words echo in my head. So many times I see this dark figure in a hallway or in a corner of the room watching me. At family parties. Always watching me. The eyes. I don't know who it is. They say I'm a liar and that I make up stories. Nobody believes me so I stay quiet. The hands on my shoulders telling me to sit down. I hated the bathroom. I felt worthless. I don't remember anything more than that which is probably for the better.
I was very close with my cousins and we are all around the same age. We played together a lot. There was one time we snuck into my aunts room and I knew we shouldn't have been in there. My cousin brought me to the computer and said he wanted to show something his neighbor showed him. I thought it was a cool game but I watched as he typed redtube into the search bar. We watched porn and I remember feeling so disgusted and it felt wrong. He said we should copy what they were doing. I said no. He kissed me so I ran. I didn't tell anyone. I remember every family party he would ask to kiss me and we should pretend to be married. I went along with it because I thought it was fun. He touched me and I didn't say no. I let it happen. It had to be a secret. Nobody could know.