Wednesday, January 2, 2013

2013 First Post: Talking about it


            First of all, I’m not going into detail here about who or when or where it happened.  That’s really not the point.  The point is that I get a panicky feeling whenever I think about it, or imagine trying to talk about it.  So it this is rambling and doesn’t make the best sense, forgive, but I think I just have to pound it out and post it before I lose my nerve.

It happened years ago, in a place I should have felt safe, by a person who should have protected me.  I remember parts of it as clear as glass, and other parts are just a blur.  It was maybe fifteen minutes of my life, but it still affects me.

I was assaulted, and I guess you’d call it sexual assault, but it felt more like a control thing to me.  I remember struggling to get free, and pleading, begging him to let me go.  And I couldn’t get free, and he wouldn’t let me up.

Except then he did.  And I got up and I walked away, and I left, and somehow I shoved it into the back of my mind, and went on like nothing had happened.  I even interacted with him later, as if I still trusted him, but I knew it was all an act.

It never got to the point of rape, and it only happened once.  I know there are many people who have dealt with worse, much worse.  So I think I shouldn’t be bothered by it.  But I am.

The first time I talked about it was when a roommate in college said to me—we were playing cards, I remember that—and she just asked, in the most matter-of-fact voice, ‘Were you sexually abused?’

And I said, ‘Yes’.  Because it was just the way she said it, like asking if I liked mushrooms or something.

And she said, ‘I thought so.’ And then she said she had been, too.

That was pretty much all we said about it, but it brought it back into my mind again.

I started reading some books about it, and thinking things through.  I went through a self-destructive phase where I did some things that seem pretty stupid in retrospect.

I think I am pretty much over the physical fear part of it, thanks mostly to my husband.  I met him, and the very first time he hugged me, some part of me just gave a sigh, and said, ‘Safe’.  

But I know there are emotional things that are messed up in my head, and I know because I still get that panicky feeling.  And it seems sometimes like I can’t feel things that I should be able to.  I get in a situation, and I think, ‘I should really be angry right now,’ but inside I just feel cold.
There was that school shooting recently, and all the talk about how horrible it was.  But I didn’t have that reaction.  And then I thought, ‘To most people, school is a place where kids should be safe.  But really no place is ever completely safe.’ 

And I realized that I thought that way because I was made to feel afraid in my own home, a place where I had always felt safe.  And I never completely go that feeling back.  And if you aren’t safe in your own home, then there’s no where to be safe.

I used to sometimes find myself just thinking, ‘I want to go home,’ even when I was in my own bed in the place I lived.

And now I realize I wasn’t longing for a place, so much as that feeling of love and safety you get when you’re a little kid and your parents tuck you into bed and you know everything is going to be okay.

So now should be the part where I give some conclusion about how everything worked out for me and I’m fine.  But the truth is, I’m not fine, at least not entirely, and I’m not sure I’ll ever be.

But I want to get better.  I’m tired of being in the place I’m at.  And I’m doing something to change things.  So that’s a good thing.

Little bits and pieces, I am thinking, little bits and pieces.  And I’m wondering what I mean by that.   I guess it’s something about feeling broken, and trying to put it back together, like building a tower of Legos.  Or better yet, chocolate chip cookies.

And there is a little bit of humor, so now I’m thinking I’m going to be okay for today.

But I am still scared to post this.

But I will.

1 comment:

  1. I love you Baby Sister! Wish I'd known, you know I woulda kicked butt no matter who it was.

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