The thought has just been playing over and over in my head since I got home from my outing tonight. There was a guy at my friend’s birthday dinner who checked all my boxes for me being interested and I was getting excited like wow this could happen, what would a date be like etc but then it went into the inevitable spiral of anxiety relationships mean intimacy means sex I don’t want that and what if I’m bad at it since every time I had sex I was lying face down just being raped so it’s not like I have great experience with being good in bed or anything.
Wanting to stop thinking about all of that and not being able to. Thinking did I really forgive my abuser? He’s moved on he’s at peace. I thought I forgave him, I understood. But maybe understanding isn’t the same as forgiving. How can I forgive him? What he did to me was unforgivable. I was a child. I was a child and he treated me like a possession. He didn’t treat me like I was human. And I never recovered from that I got stuck in that. I can’t even describe the horror of not being treated like a human being, not being heard, of being caused immense trauma by someone who is uncaring. Saying “you’re hurting me, this is hurting me” but they don’t care and listen. How could someone be that way? How? His pleasure was more important than my suffering. I was nothing I was a possession meant to shut up and obey and nothing more. I am still stuck there. How can I have a relationship when this was my experience? My last boyfriend when he’d let me set boundaries and say I could decide I didn’t understand and couldn’t function with that. I was paralyzed with anxiety. I had always been forced always been told. I didn’t know what to do. And I was disgusted with myself for being that way.
What happened to me during that year changed me forever. Every time I think I’m past it I’m not. My brain is different. There are two different me’s before and after. I am still grieving. I just want a boyfriend. I want to have a happy and normal relationship like other people my age. I don’t want to think about it. I was hurt so badly. Recently it replays in my head again and again like it used to. Every night. Every f****g night. Every day. I want to forget it. I wish I could forget it.
I wish I’d never been abused.