Incest Survivors Support Group
Incest refers to any sexual activity between closely related persons that is illegal or socially taboo. Consensual adult incest is very rare. Incest between adults and prepubescent or adolescent children is a form of child sexual abuse that has been shown to be one of the most extreme forms of childhood trauma. If you or a loved one is a survivor of incest, join the group...

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Before my uncle violently sexually assaulted me at 17, I was miserable. I felt no connection to others and was in denial about how sick and not functional my family was. My future was going to be probably just living with my parents in their hoarded house in misery. I was in denial about the horrific incest issues. I told myself my uncle wasn't "that bad"; that my mom and brother were the only victims and maybe they were exaggerating. I blocked the things that happened to me and my life was reading literature and living in a fantasy world of Victorian England.
After the assault, my breakdown was like a kaleidoscope, Willy Wonka world. My cortisol levels dropped, my head throbbed with disturbing sexual images but I couldn't even have an orgasm for a year. I became thinner and thinner and often forgot to eat. I had nightmares and would fall off the bed in the middle of the night, waking up on the floor in the mornings. My life was my body and its survival functions. I saw how my school and my family did not love me like I thought they did. I saw that my parents could not take care of me or themselves. I was able to detach emotionally and look for people who would love me.
I have been assaulted again recently and reeexperienced some of those feelings. The drop in cortisol (what I think I might be experiencing from reading about PTSD) feels like a drug. Am I insane to feel there were positive aspects to my experiences?
After the assault, my breakdown was like a kaleidoscope, Willy Wonka world. My cortisol levels dropped, my head throbbed with disturbing sexual images but I couldn't even have an orgasm for a year. I became thinner and thinner and often forgot to eat. I had nightmares and would fall off the bed in the middle of the night, waking up on the floor in the mornings. My life was my body and its survival functions. I saw how my school and my family did not love me like I thought they did. I saw that my parents could not take care of me or themselves. I was able to detach emotionally and look for people who would love me.
I have been assaulted again recently and reeexperienced some of those feelings. The drop in cortisol (what I think I might be experiencing from reading about PTSD) feels like a drug. Am I insane to feel there were positive aspects to my experiences?
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It's sort of like you were able to see the fantasy world you were living in as the nightmare it really was and get free of it?
I'm incredibly intuitive. I can look at people and practically feel what they are feeing. That comes from always knowing where the abuser in my house was and how he was feeling and whether I was in danger or not. This makes me an excellent employee.
For me, it is very important to find meaning in whatever suffering I have been through. Part of the meaning is the things I have learned. I think it's good for us to find positives in our experiences so we don't think of ourselves exclusively as victims.
Right now the only positive thing I can see is a deep distrust of other human beings. Some would call that a minus, I see it as a really big plus. I've been in countless situations in life where being circumspect and distrustful saved me from really bad outcomes.
Sometimes I wish there could be a way to round up all the child abusers, strip away their masks of phony benevolence , and treat them as the criminals they really are. And most important of all, see to it that they never have any opportunities to interact with children for the rest of their lives.
If you look at it objectively, that doesn't seem like too much to ask of society. It wouldn't be easy, of course. These people are often well protected behind their priestly cassocks, nun's habits, and positions of power and influence in government.
Didn't mean to distract from your post, Donna. I'm feeling a little testy today. I think a lot about how children are suffering in so many ways from human arrogance and power struggles...and how much it's damaging them. And I think about how few people seem to care as they wallow in their self-interest and greed.
life isn't perfect for anyone. I think old TV shows like the Brady Bunch give us an ideal of the "perfect" childhood. Watching reruns of "The Brady Bunch" gets sickening. There is no serious conflict, everyone is healthy and beautiful and thin. Do we really want the Brady Bunch world, or wouldn't that be sort of hellish in its own way? I'm trying to make myself feel better, too. I hope for Hope and meaning and for God.
I can understand and help others as best as I can... I know my 'other' self probably never would had been on this site... That happens to OTHER people, not me... I know I never would had married my wife if I wasn't abused... And I would've been very judgmental if not...
I wasn't the best of ppl before.... (Partly cause I was abused, but didn't remember it... )
But once I started remembering it... I felt so bad about the way I had treated others, including other victims...
I started going around to others telling them sorry... But I was also careful not to say what happened to me...
Then I started opening up about that.. I've had other victims tell me thank you for saying sorry, but it wasn't my fault either way (what happened to them, or to myself) but I felt bad cause I didn't help...
It just brought to the surface a strength I already had, and the compassion I already had. Abuse gave me more awareness of those qualities for the sole reason that they were greatly challenged.
I was thinking some more about this and actually came up with a positive. My *motivation* to use the better qualities I only recognized were within me because of abuse, gives me the drive and empathy help other people ( if I can).
I, personally, do not think you are insane to "feel there were positive aspects to /your/ experiences."
Life experiences, impact us whether we want them to or not. I believe the pain and suffering of my own experiences of incest, sexual abuse and rape forced me to dig deep within to discover my Self--apart from the abuse--and to find the gifts and strengths I came into the world with. I can't say if I would have found my deep Self otherwise. Suffering can be a powerful motivator to self-discovery.
I think of the concentration camp survivors and how their experiences impacted them. Some killed themselves because the torture and trauma were more than they could bear. Others fought back and it turns out that those who were able to find a reason to live--perhaps through helping others or wanting to return to their families--were more likely to survive. (See Man's Search for Meaning - Viktor E. Frankl)
If I were to believe that abuse was an "...exclusively wounding experience and nothing more..." I fear I would live my life as a perpetual victim. I must remind myself constantly that though I may not be able to control all the experiences that happen in my life I can control my response to them and thus influence the outcome.
I believe it requires a walk on the razor's edge to find the light in the dark side of life while not discounting our own pain and suffering as we work to heal. So, I will continue to look for the positive outcomes, as whistleblower discovered, that happened because of the trauma.
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SuzA