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I don’t know who needs to hear this, but:
It’s not your fault. Don’t think that there was anything you could have done different- awful things happened, and it doesn’t make you any less of a human being. Whatever happened was terrible, and while it’s natural to feel a sort of guilt, just remember that it’s not your fault.
i did not consent, i complied.
there is so much I want to do, but I’m so tired
trusting the process
There'd been too many blurred boundaries in her short life.
Kate Atkinson, from Death at the Sign of the Rook
I'm gonna be honest with you besties I'm not being very successful at this whole not letting sexual assault trauma eat me alive thing
”Tell me about the party.”
I feel his hands on me
creeping, crawling
laughter downstairs, is it to me?
in a room full of people, I have never felt so alone
but I was never alone, and that is what I fear
I feel his hands on me
creeping crawling
i want to be touched again. that’s the first and only time i’ve felt wanted in that way.
i feel disgusting. i don’t want to go through that again, but i still desire it.
please tell me i am not alone in having these feelings.
sometimes i come to the realization that ive been through alot of absolute shit in my life and i just kinda have to go lie down cause what the fuck.
sometimes i come to the realization that ive been through alot of absolute shit in my life and i just kinda have to go lie down cause what the fuck.
we don't talk about that side of csa trauma of where you are so scared of being a predator everytime you have any type of sex
like i think it is because of how much csa victims are villanize, because if you mention to somebody that someone had any type of sa or csa they inmedietly think "they are going to repeat the cycle"
i thought of this bcs i was again flirting with somebody and my first thought was "omg what if I'M A PREDATOR????" even tho the person is my same age and following with me along and saying they consent to go to the next level like damn💀 internize victim blaming is crazyyyy fr
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i am constantly scared of other survivors hearing my story and saying “that’s not assault.” because it was coercion, because i had feelings for him, because i stayed in contact with him, because of so many things. even though survivors are the ones who helped me realize what happened to me wasn’t consensual.
i just am always worried that i’m telling the story wrong and one day someone will see.
Thinking abt this a lot tbh
MY BODY TURNED INTO A CORPSE WHEN YOU TOUCHED IT VIOLENTLY.
its been months and i still think about it every night before i go to sleep. i see people that look like him and i want to run. why do i want to run? i still feel like its my fault, i didnt tell him no enough, i did what he wanted. i cant even tell if i wanted it or not anymore. i know i didnt want him in that way but hell, to be touched is to be loved. he touched me, he loved me, and i played the part just for him and abandoned myself.
One year later and I still secretly feel like what happened to me was my fault.
nobody talks about the fact that you can have all this crazy shit in your head, and want to open up and talk about your feelings but no matter what, you just can't make out the right words and properly put your thoughts and emotions into words