Sexual Abuse Support Group
Sexual abuse is a relative cultural term used to describe sexual relations and behavior between two or more parties which are considered criminally and/or morally offensive. Different types of sexual abuse involve: Non-consensual, forced physical sexual behavior such as rape, incest or sexual assault, or psychological forms of abuse, such as verbal sexual behavior or...
When I was in high school, I spent two months in the hospital fighting an eating disorder. While I was there, my counselor told me that he believed I had been sexually abused as a child. I told him that I would remember if something like that happened and it never did. Much to my surprise, though, my first time having sex, the guy told me I was a liar- I had told him I was a virgin and he swore I wasn't.
Fast forward 4 years. In April of last year, my husband of 3 1/2 months( yes that says MONTHS) kicked me and my daughter out. I was so angry at the time and desparately lost without him, but as time went on and as I've read stories on here, I am realizing that he was sexually and emotionally abusive to me. I am not sorry now that he kicked us out, but I can't tell my family what he did to me- I won't even say it on here- because I am so afraid someone will tell me what I was taught as a child- He was your husband- he could have whatever he wanted whenever he wanted.
And now to merge the two...
before I got married, my mom started asking questions and not telling me why- questions about things that happened before I went to the hospital. I don't know if she knows something I don't or if she thinks I know something and am not telling her.
I reaaly don't remember ever being sexually abused as a child, but I have all the "signs" as the counselor put it so many years ago. There is this uneasy feeling hwwen I think about it... a fleeting impression of a memory. Am I making this up in my mind? Could I REALLY have blocked something like that so completely that I can't remember now even when I want to? If anyone has any advice, please help!
Fast forward 4 years. In April of last year, my husband of 3 1/2 months( yes that says MONTHS) kicked me and my daughter out. I was so angry at the time and desparately lost without him, but as time went on and as I've read stories on here, I am realizing that he was sexually and emotionally abusive to me. I am not sorry now that he kicked us out, but I can't tell my family what he did to me- I won't even say it on here- because I am so afraid someone will tell me what I was taught as a child- He was your husband- he could have whatever he wanted whenever he wanted.
And now to merge the two...
before I got married, my mom started asking questions and not telling me why- questions about things that happened before I went to the hospital. I don't know if she knows something I don't or if she thinks I know something and am not telling her.
I reaaly don't remember ever being sexually abused as a child, but I have all the "signs" as the counselor put it so many years ago. There is this uneasy feeling hwwen I think about it... a fleeting impression of a memory. Am I making this up in my mind? Could I REALLY have blocked something like that so completely that I can't remember now even when I want to? If anyone has any advice, please help!
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I miss traveling with my husband. Has anyone found a specific site regarding cruising for widow/widowers or any sightseeing trips. Not interested in being with couples and kids,,,I realize a cruise ship will have a portion size of families and couples, but perhaps they also put together a part of the cruise ship for groups of widows/widowers????
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A friend sent this to me..As far as I can see, grief will never truly end.It may become softer overtime, more gentleand some days will feel sharp.But grief will last as long as Love does - ForeverIt's simply the way the absence of your loved onemanifests in your heart. A deep longing accompaniedby the deepest Love some days. The heavy fog mayreturn and the next day, it may recede.Once again, it's...
I have struggled through this topic of remembering and wanting to have some sort of validation. Did it really happen? Is my mind plays tricks on me? If it really happened, why can't I remember?! But, I have made some sort of peace with it/myself because it's not my focus anymore. I realized that I will probably never know the truth and that I will be better off not knowing. My concentration has to be healing from the pain that I have inside, regardless of what caused it, instead of spending all of my energy trying to find the reason behind all of the pain. I have to be honest...as soon as I let that go, I began to learn (over many months) the root of my many pains.
I wish you the best and hope that you are feeling better today.