Rape Support Group
If you or someone you know has been the victim of rape, this is the place to find support and get advice. If you want, discuss your experience, share your feelings, and meet others going through a similar situation.
If you or someone you know has been the victim of rape, this is the place to find support and get advice. If you want, discuss your experience, share your feelings, and meet others going through a similar situation.
After he called me a liar and refused to listen to me when I tried to speak of the assault, I was forced to tell my mother by my psychologist and rejected by her. It just felt like they were attacking me, my very being. I lost hope and became despondent, then suicidal. At night I would cut at my wrists while listening to my best friend chatter away on the phone like nothing was wrong. When I told him I felt suicidal, he told me if I did it, he would follow right behind. He was in tears or at least it sounded like he was, but he still didn't believe me. His reaction went to my core. It killed me.
After that night, he would check my wrists every morning. He would see the cuts and say, how can you do this to me? Really?! To YOU?! The next morning (well, late at night) I took a bunch of pills with gin. When I didn't show up for school, he called the police.
I guess my point of all this is it feels like I've been assaulted over and over. I've also had this dream before. Like you, it's been people in my life. Some night the person changes and it's everyone who has ever hurt me. Some nights it's friends. I HATE it. I already feel like I can't have friends. These dreams make me fear people. Just everyone. Sometimes I can't leave my house. There are too many people out there.
I try to protect myself before I go to bed. I read. I leave the tv on all night. I listen to music. I'm listening right now. I sleep with something comforting. I take anxiety meds and sometimes sleeping pills. It just doesn't always help. I've decided to cut myself off from Facebook because it just kills me so often. It has actually recommended my r*pist as a friend several times and my abusive ex boyfriend just as often. To see them, out there living normal lives, just seeing that kills me. I constantly suffer and they just live. So not fair.
I feel like cutting so bad, but I can't. I won't. That is a bad coping mechanism.