I have questions,so i'll start with telling my story..
For years i've been wondering if what happened to me was an actual abuse.Have talked to a therapist,friend,husband, you name it.But somehow i can't accept it.
When i was about 4-5, I lived with my grandparents from dad's side.My dad is a diplomat so we moved a lot.He and mom was in Italy for his job since we just moved from there.My uncles and aunts was also living with us,since there were more than enough space. My dad's youngest brother has always been 'affectionate' to me, kissing and hugging me.He was in his mid 20ies i think. One day,he said that he was gonna miss me so much when it is time for me to move to another country.So he wanted me for myself and carried me to his dark room in the back of the house.He laid me on the bed and started hugging me and doing 'stuff'.You see, i never had a feeling that it was wrong.I cared about him,and my parents were never around.So I ALWAYS consented.We never had intercourse,but definitely fingering,rubbing,'dry sex'.....It was never forced nor was it without consent.then weeks and months passed on, and we got a call that dad was to be stationed in the middle east. So he started saying how much more he was going to miss me,and we went there more often..When i moved away, naturally it stopped,and when i got back i had reached puberty.He still kissed and hugged me a lot,but that was it.I really am not sure if this was abuse..After all I was in on it,right?
I started feeling disgusted with myself.When i was 12,after several years of cutting myself,i flipped out.I went to a club, how i got in?long story short it involved a lot of make up and money.I got hold of lots of different drugs,ended up ODing and got raped while unconscious there.What my parents did?Nothing,they were not there for me..I should have known since they treated me like a punching bag all these years..belts,hangers,whatever was available..Why me?i had 3 other siblings.i must have been a really nasty child.Still am..
My dad took me back to Italy wheni was 10 to what turned out to be one of his affair trips.I woke up in the middle of the night just to find my dad and this woman cozying up in bed.he then told me not to tell my mom or anyone in the family. I never did...When i got older i found out that he's been constantly doing it since before they got married,with different women.And i had to learn that one of my siblings that we adopted,was actually my halfsibling.And my brother shocked me last year when we have another one coming!!!
I didn't tell my parents about my uncle until i was 16.what they did after that?continued watching the tv..
i got married.One day,he got really drunk, and forced his hands down my pajamas while i was sleeping.i said no several times and cried,but he was too drunk to stop.i kicked him out of bed.but has forgiven since.i dont want to continue saying bad things about my husband,because we've been together since high school and i love him.there are 2 sides of one story i'm sure..and he's a wonderful man.
i dont know what to do,and there is so much more that has happened that i dont know if i want to lay out here in the open..i feel despair.confused if waht has happened is actually not a big deal,and i'm just sulking and complaining.i must not be that very nice of a person to be treated this way.you treat people like how you want to be treated right?
i saw a post with a great quote,i forgot whose it was:if you remove one grain of sand from a beach,would anyone notice?..
i'm sorry,i dont mean to complain...
For years i've been wondering if what happened to me was an actual abuse.Have talked to a therapist,friend,husband, you name it.But somehow i can't accept it.
When i was about 4-5, I lived with my grandparents from dad's side.My dad is a diplomat so we moved a lot.He and mom was in Italy for his job since we just moved from there.My uncles and aunts was also living with us,since there were more than enough space. My dad's youngest brother has always been 'affectionate' to me, kissing and hugging me.He was in his mid 20ies i think. One day,he said that he was gonna miss me so much when it is time for me to move to another country.So he wanted me for myself and carried me to his dark room in the back of the house.He laid me on the bed and started hugging me and doing 'stuff'.You see, i never had a feeling that it was wrong.I cared about him,and my parents were never around.So I ALWAYS consented.We never had intercourse,but definitely fingering,rubbing,'dry sex'.....It was never forced nor was it without consent.then weeks and months passed on, and we got a call that dad was to be stationed in the middle east. So he started saying how much more he was going to miss me,and we went there more often..When i moved away, naturally it stopped,and when i got back i had reached puberty.He still kissed and hugged me a lot,but that was it.I really am not sure if this was abuse..After all I was in on it,right?
I started feeling disgusted with myself.When i was 12,after several years of cutting myself,i flipped out.I went to a club, how i got in?long story short it involved a lot of make up and money.I got hold of lots of different drugs,ended up ODing and got raped while unconscious there.What my parents did?Nothing,they were not there for me..I should have known since they treated me like a punching bag all these years..belts,hangers,whatever was available..Why me?i had 3 other siblings.i must have been a really nasty child.Still am..
My dad took me back to Italy wheni was 10 to what turned out to be one of his affair trips.I woke up in the middle of the night just to find my dad and this woman cozying up in bed.he then told me not to tell my mom or anyone in the family. I never did...When i got older i found out that he's been constantly doing it since before they got married,with different women.And i had to learn that one of my siblings that we adopted,was actually my halfsibling.And my brother shocked me last year when we have another one coming!!!
I didn't tell my parents about my uncle until i was 16.what they did after that?continued watching the tv..
i got married.One day,he got really drunk, and forced his hands down my pajamas while i was sleeping.i said no several times and cried,but he was too drunk to stop.i kicked him out of bed.but has forgiven since.i dont want to continue saying bad things about my husband,because we've been together since high school and i love him.there are 2 sides of one story i'm sure..and he's a wonderful man.
i dont know what to do,and there is so much more that has happened that i dont know if i want to lay out here in the open..i feel despair.confused if waht has happened is actually not a big deal,and i'm just sulking and complaining.i must not be that very nice of a person to be treated this way.you treat people like how you want to be treated right?
i saw a post with a great quote,i forgot whose it was:if you remove one grain of sand from a beach,would anyone notice?..
i'm sorry,i dont mean to complain...