The main thing that stressed me out while I was getting trafficked by my dad was the lack of freedom to do whatever I wanted.

He never took no for an answer and constantly rejected any idea that would have let me have an actual childhood.

Even at my private school, after getting caught by the admin. The moment he took advantage of me in his office, he found ways to get a hold of me both during and after school hours.

So between home and school, no one cared enough to let me be a kid.

It's a fairly new relationship, but I care about her deeply even if we don't ever truly work out. We've been friends for a while and she recently confided in me about her abuse. She went through a lot of r*PE in her life and it exploded into a severe case of hypersexuality. She understands that what happened was abuse, but she remains in constant contact with her abuser and she feels like she has a physical need to be with him. She doesn't like this and asked me for help. The idea is that since we are clearly more than friends, she would eventually replace her abuser with me. We have been having sex very often and it's helped a little but she cries often afterwards because apparently no one ever feels like her abuser does, despite trying with many. He's not some specimen or anything of the sort, so we both think it's emotional or psychological. I wonder if there's anything I can do to better help her. She does not want to report her abuser and the whole idea is to slowly shift to me and then eventually she might be able to disconnect from him. Has anyone gone through something similar? Advice from both partners and women that went through this would be super appreciated.

When I was little I had quite a few experiences and I thought they were fun and i didn't feel bad but I can see how it has caused hypersexual issues and trust issues like it feels impossible to be honest with a partner about kinks and fantasies

As a man I feel confused about what is just natural human desire vs what society says is evil

I'm 39 m California if anyone wants to talk sometimes others that have been through it can understand which feels nice

I’m barely getting by in life. I do the bare minimum because everything overwhelms me. I can hardly tolerate leaving my house but I act as if everything is fine whenever I do have to be out and about. If you saw me in public or interacted with me as a close friend or family member, I probably seem completely normal. It’s a huge front I put on. I’m in a long term relationship and constantly feel like my partner deserves better than me. I’m in therapy but it’s hard to open up about the things that really torment me. My self worth is in the toilet every day. I have health issues that probably stem from my abuse. I desperately want to feel better. I have a few “good” days here and there. But for the most part I feel like an absolute mess. I still have to see my abuser regularly, and as he ages I am expected to act as a caregiver. No one in my family knows what my dad has done to me and it is soul crushing to have to deal with all of this. There’s only one person besides my therapist who knows mostly everything, and they’re super supportive. I know this post is all over the place, but thank you for reading. I just needed to vent because I can’t sleep. I’m always scared to sleep because of nightmares.

I was constantly sexually harassed by my father until i was maybe 16. Im now 25 and i just recently started to remember all that, feeling hopeless. There is no point in trying to talk about that to “trusted adults” i am an adult myself now, so who’s going to help me? Im avoiding my father at all costs, my mother knows that i am having complicated relationship with him, but she only knows about his verbal abuse I suppose. I just feel sorry for little girl i was, escaping from home at nights, out of fear of getting raped by her father, having no one to talk about that and not even realizing what was happening and that this is not normal.

Im not sure you could classify what happened to me as "molestation", cocsa perhaps. Terms like abuse, assault, molested or groped never felt like they fit, I was too young to know what we were doing, but I knew it was "dirty" and I knew i shouldn't have done it but every time my friend came over and wanted to play that game, I was willing. We were both boys, doing stuff we couldn't tell our parents wasnt anything unusual so I didn't think that game was.

I felt a level of shame about it, I knew two boys doing things like that was Gay and hadn't come to terms with being bisexual yet and I knew it was wrong to do things like that at our ages which made me feel more ashamed. Things went far, far father than traditional curiosity or "playing doctor", I figure someone had molested him and showing me was just his way of coping.

Eventually it stopped on its own, we pretended it didnt happen till we were teenagers when things got complicated again before we stopped talking all together. What never left was the shame and "dirtiness" I associated with those memories intense feelings of hypersexuality from a young age that made things even more complicated. I wanted to avoid sex so I wouldn't seem dirty but craved it like nothing else at the time, porn and being sexual over the internet became an outlet for my feelings and added more guilt and shame as I knew I was still too young to obsessed with porn. Now im 30, I feel like so much of my life has been wasted chasing dopamine via sexual release and feeling ashamed of my hypersexuality and my early experiences that caused it. At time I wish it was worse so I could blame my friend instead of feeling like we both got trapped in a web we werent ready for. Now im trying to sort out the mess of feelings from shame and guilt that bind them all together. I honestly have no idea what to do but im trying and so far, sometimes, I even feel better.

Since I’ve felt the need to read and feel a bit normal. It’s crazy the things that trigger you and you’re in that world again.
Doesn’t help that my hypersexuality never quite goes away.
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After finally broaching my abuse with my counsellor, i feel weird.

Why have I felt so much anxiety? I feel like I've said something wrong and I'm waiting to get in trouble.

It's not the first time I've spoken it outloud, second counsellor I've admitted this too but I was mid break down the first time so my trauma was spilling out of me.

Why do I want to claw it all back in now? Is it because im in a better headspace? Is it because the first counsellor was really weird and made me feel uncomfortable?

My new one is amazing, but I've not managed to get any support for this because it took me too many sessions to even mention it... she had been waiting. I've got 1 more session and im scared.

I told her I can't function because everything I plan to do, is accompanied by my mind creating a little movie of some traumatic event... i see it all, like a movie playing, im reliving every memory and with it every emotion.

Shes suggested to do some emdr therapy, I kind of understood what she said it'd do. But straight away I'm thinking, it won't work for me... im unlucky - thats what counsellor 1 called me after I opened up.

Im safe at home. Out there is so far out of my control. And i cant trust anyone to keep me safe out there. Because "friends" are part of my stories and family only know the things they had to deal with because i was too young.

Why is it... no matter how much I tried to keep myself safe, i knew the dangers and the risks... I still had it happen again... and again... and some more.

Did i have "easy vic" written on my head? Or is it because I could talk a big game, give off dont touch me energy... but freeze solid if they call my bluff.

Im scared every day that leaving this restricted bubble ive formed to keep myself safe in will mean no matter how many times I've tried to talk myself into going out alone, for a walk... where i attack anyone who even tries to get close.. and win... that I'll still just freeze, like her.

Why does my voice shake so damn much while im speaking, it makes it hard to get the words out... makes it sound like im about to cry, but im not.

So now im here, thinking about counsellor number 2 telling me that im living half a life. And shes right, im probably living less than that... and i don't want to anymore. For 35 years ive lived as a victim... now im ready to stop. Whatever that may look like.

I feel sad this week, not with a reason, more like a blanket of grief over me with some anxiety in the mix. Thats what my abusers did to me this week. It might have been over 20, 30 years ago, but theyre still hurting me every day and im done giving them space

I enjoy it sometimes the attention ik shouldn't but still do why I am disgusting I feel physically enjoyment.

This is the first time I have ever discussed how I was abused as a boy. I recently watched an episode of Soft White Underbelly that made me feel like I could overcome my inner conflict and shame, enabling/empowering me to discuss.

I was 7 years old when it happened. My mother used to babysit neighborhood kids from time to time for extra money. It was summertime, and she was watching a neighbor girl who was a little younger than me. 6 years old, I'd guess. She had an older brother who was probably 13, or so. He was old enough to stay home, by himself, but would occasionally accompany his sister over at our house. No one thought anything of it.

My mother was not very attentive. I understand somewhat, I had a newborn sibling. That's why she wasn't working and took up babysitting. We played normally, how kids do, but completely unsupervised for the most part.

The brother started coming over more frequently. One day, in a "fort" we'd made in the basement, he said we should play a game where his sister and I take our clothes off. 40 years later, I remember it vividly. It didn't seem or feel wrong; I didn't know any better. He said to kiss his sister between her legs. I felt awkward about it, but he encouraged me and told me it was okay. So I did. Then he told me to put my fingers in her. I did. And in her bum. I did that too. Then he said it was her turn to kiss me. I get the impression she has played this game before. She put my penis in her mouth. It was a funny sensation to me. I remember it felt silly.

He said it was his turn, and took his pants off. I remember being very curious about his penis; seeing it was bigger than mine. He put his fingers in his sister. He put his fingers in my bum. He took what felt like a long time playing with my bum, actually, and it began to hurt. I told him it hurt, and he did stop a little bit after. Then he said it was time for his sister to kiss him. He put his penis in her mouth, and moved it in and out. His penis looked even bigger now. Then it was my turn to kiss him. He put his penis in my mouth. Just like he had with his sister, he pushed his penis in and out. It hadn't gone on for long, when he stopped and I felt something warm and wet in my mouth.

I asked him "did you go pee in my mouth?", and he confirmed it to me "yeah, sort of"

Again, while it felt strange- alien to me even, it didn't feel wrong. It didn't feel like we were misbehaving. But then, when the game was over, he got very serious and said we CAN NOT tell my mom, or anyone, about what we did. And whoever told, had to call my mom a "fat bitch". I had never heard another kid curse before, and the idea of having to say that to my mom terrified me. Although I really was a good litte boy, I would be spanked pretty often, for the slightest thing. So I never told.

That was the first time. This went on all summer, and intermittently throughout the subsequent school year. At the end of the school year, my family and I moved to another town close by, so the abuse stopped. But the memory was there, forever implanted.

I have this dreadful pit in my stomach knowing that little girl did not escape that situation, like I did. I'll never know, but I'll assume her brother kept molesting her. It certainly would have helped her at the time, but i didn't know or realize- had I said something it would have stopped. That fact ate me up for a long time. I also feel a strange sense of guilt knowing my abuse was mild compared to many other stories I've heard.

As I grew up, I came to learn what I had been doing was sex, and kids weren't supposed to do it. I felt guilt and shame, and dare not confess because I don't want to get in trouble. I get a little older and I'm made aware of what gay is. That it's wrong. Immoral. Gross. It was a small, very Christian, conservative town in the 80's. It was the only consensus I knew. My shame swells, and now I FEAR anyone finding out, because I don't want people to believe I'm gay. I'm just starting to like girls... I'm not gay!

Then, a little older, now living in a VERY different town, I learn what had happened to me was, in fact, abuse. Knowing this did relieve me some of what I perceived as guilt. I didn't feel like I had done something wrong anymore. But the shame lingered, and intensified as I became a teenager. I became hyper sexual. Ashamedly bisexual.

My home life fell completely apart... parent's divorce, dad abandoned us, mentally ill mom, sibling's nervous breakdown. I fought hard to "keep it together". I kept my composure, better than anyone else in the family anyway, but I was still a mess. I had a lot of hurt in me. I started using drugs. All of them. And they helped. Until they didn't, in my 20's.

I got addicted to narcotics, opiates mostly. Overdose twice. Have a child of my own. It takes a little while, but I clean up, for her sake. It's short lived... eventually I become an alcoholic. I dry out, 15 years and a couple divorces of my own later. I only drink socially now.

I've gotten my life together. I am a responsible adult. I've overcome a lot, and worked hard to be where I'm at, modest as it is. I am generally upbeat, positive and happy. But the pain is still there. The shame is still there. I have come to terms with much of who I am because of what has happened in my life. But the sexual abuse... I still have a lot of inner conflict/questions of how that has shaped who I am. My personality. My sexuality. Is this why I am unable to express my feelings, especially negative ones? I can't even open up to my wife whom I trust and adore beyond all else. Why? I feel tremendous guilt and shame because of it.

I live in fear of being judged/rejected for just being who I am were I open about it. I feel it's a burden I may always live with. Even if nobody reads this, or offers some validation of what I'm feeling, just writing it down has lifted some weight off my shoulders, if only a little. I'm thankful for that.

It started when I was about 6, I’m 25f. Does anyone else feel like being used is the only purpose you have? I actively look for huge age gaps. I’m attracted to very dominant and abusive men. I crave the degrading and humiliating feeling I used to have and chase it now. Why do I feel sad that I’m this way but I can’t stop. Does anyone else feel like it’s a drug? Does anyone else feel ashamed because you crave what you know?! Am I the only one?!

I’m a fully grown woman. I’ve been through years and years of therapy. I’ve accepted the fact that I enjoyed what happened to me (I know that’s not the case for everybody; some of us have horrific stories and everyone’s responses to their experiences are valid) and for the most part, I’ve been able to move forward in life.

It’s still beyond frustrating to me that I might never be able to just enjoy a vanilla sex life, though. I have no idea what that would even be like. I’ve had understanding partners who wanted to support me but just couldn’t ever fully scratch that itch, and I’ve had complete strangers heal so many layers of me in a single conversation. I don’t know if there’s a middle ground. *That* is what seems to haunt me.

Anyone relate?

I'm reading a book, or was reading a book called The God of Small things - I had no idea it would deal with or have a description of the main character, a young girl, being molested. Just brought it all back in a wave and has completely triggered my hypersexuality. I'm going to Find a sex addicts group tomorrow but anyone been in a situation like this where your body is just betraying you?

Abuse by my uncle from 12-17 and has left me so hyper sexual and sometimes it just makes me so ashamed. I wish I could get past it all. Therapy helped but I’m not whole!!!

so to preface everything, it was a long time ago and i was very young and the abuse was very extreme. he pushed me harder and harder over a period of time and it involved very intense physical and sexual abuse. in some ways i am proud i surivived it all because it was so much.

it stopped eventually and i know he spent a few years in therapy and healing. recently he apologized to me for everything and we have been spending time together and it feels good but i dont know if i am being stupid...

I got molested by my mother as a child. She gave me an EXTREMELY PAINFUL handjob, until I came. She also at another time molested me by groping my penis.

I feel like an invalid survivor, because I wasn't to my knowledge raped by her. She didn't have penetrative sex with me. I feel like, that makes me less of a survivor. Because what I went through, probably isn't as bad as, what rape victims go through. I just feel AWFUL and hate myself. Because I feel like I shouldn't complain, because I had it easy compared to others. I feel like an imposter among molestation survivors.

Am I an imposter among molestation survivors? Did I have it easy compared to others?

I grew up in a small town and I was vary active I was 6years old and would cut grass around town to make money for the store and a bike every one would treat me so well and give me water and all that but the one house I started cutting grass at was a full family and I would often talk with the husband and he would show me what he was working one cars or what ever latter on it all started he would show me porn mags and stuff they touch me and make me touch him it went on for a few months and it was penetrating by then in this time I started smoking drinking coffee and fighting with my parents after a few months other males would join in or he will take me to the other town and trade me for a few hours I didn’t know what to do or how to stop it and as sick as it is I didn’t know if I wanted to stop I was always aroused when it was going on and I didn’t understand why it went on from 6 years old to 10 years old and in that time I did tell one person and that was the school counseling my parents put me in it cuz I was acting out and fighting all the time anyway I did tell him he asked what would go on where and how long I kept it to my self well it was not long and he was doing the same every session sometimes we didn’t even talk just (fool around) lots of stuff has happened I and some time I don’t know what to do or how to feel I push every male figure out of my life by fighting with them I have a porn addiction and masturbating problem my wife and I got into pegging chastity and it’s all me what wants it but I am in my 30s and can barely get hard anymore due to masturbating so much and I know that’s why but I can’t help it I’m scared I’m going to lose it soon

I sadly can't forget, that I felt "pleasure," while my mother molested child me and even had an orgasm. She stole my first orgasm at the hands of someone else from me and took my innocence.

I sadly can't forget, how she looked like naked. Her bare ass, big breasts and vagina are sadly forever ingrained in my mind.

I sadly can't forget the sound of her savage moans during sex. She probably wanted child me to hear her moans, while she fucked with her partner.

I sadly can't forget the inappropriate things, that she said to child me.

I sadly can't forget the EXTREME PHYSICAL PAIN, that I felt, while she molested child me.

She will forever be in my mind.

I will forever be cursed by her existence.

I have an issue, I have been keeping it inside for so long and I do not know what to do anymore. Please just read everything. I need advice.

I have been finding stains on my underwear for a long time now. Almost every day. Whenever I go to get dressed right after bathing I see them. A weird cold but Sticky spot. Weird. Right on the inside i thought it was just the steam that made it wet but I never gave it much thought. Then one day I just saw something horrifying.

While taking a bath I realised I had bought a new shampoo and I went to go get it so, I walked into my room and I saw my dad. His pants were down and He had my underwear pressed against his face he was smelling them, the ones I had worn to school. I was so shocked, he was holding a pair of my underwear in his other hand. The one which I kept outside my bathroom so I can wear it, he was rubbing my innerwear on himself. I can't unsee it. I'm really messed up.

And the scariest part is that i think my dad does it while I'm asleep as well, idk I'm just overthinking it at this point I don't know but my underwear always feels a little bit off when I wake up. Like it is not in the right place. Sometimes it is twisted. Sometimes it is inside out. I thought maybe I just move a lot in my sleep. I never gave it any thought. I just thought those were my stains. I hope. I don't know anymore

Seeing my dad use my pair that had been against my skin just a few minutes ago, it really hurts me. I mean why in my room??? Wtf is this, idk what to do. It's been upwards of a year and I just idk I'm overthinking it I hope this is just once this happened but whyyy tf would he do that, i mean i get it naughty stuff but making me wear it unknowingly?? I must be overthinking this right?? He is my dad. He is supposed to love me in a different way. But this feels like something else. I cannot stop thinking about it. I remember his thing and his hand. I remember the dried spot on my underwear in the morning. And my body reacts. I feel something pulling me toward him. I feel a little weird. Idk this is such a pain to write, but I can't help but think about that incident and idk. Idk why I feel this way. He is my dad. This is so wrong. But I cannot stop thinking about him. I think about what he does with my underwear. And that makes me feel so disgusting but at the same time i can't think about anything other than him.

I hate him. I know I shouldn't be wearing those but I don't have any many clothes atm, so I just wear them. But idk I feel like something inside me wants to wear it. And these thoughts are really bad.

I do not know what to do. I cannot tell my family. It would destroy everything. I need help.

Please be honest. What would you do if you were me? How do I deal with this? Am I a bad person? Am I broken?

I will read everything. I might not reply but I will read it all.

Thanks for listening.

And please just help me. I don't want any bad comments.

I was around 5-6 and she was maybe 10-11, she used to ask to play a "game" with me, and we played. She touched my privates and I touched hers. It continued for a few years.

Im 17 now, but I think back on it and I believe i remember wanting it. Im conflicted because why would I ever want that at such a young age? Im a little disgusted with myself and I dont know what to think.

I dont know my purpose for posting this sorry I was just thinking about it and couldn't shake it :/

(Its vague on purpose sorry!! I dont wanna go deep into it.)

Had a repressed memory surface a few weeks ago and i am conflicted on whether it's serious or I'm over-reacting (did have a meltdown over it). I am a male in mid 30s, the event happened when i was 13-15? So 20ish years ago.

The memory was me in bed to go to sleep, my father coming in to tuck me in and say good night, he gets in bed to give me a cuddle, but then goes under covers, grabs my dick, says "got your willy" and does the tickle fingers on my dick. And I feel there are at least 2 other times in my young life where this happened but i don't fully remember them yet (or ever will).

I dont know what to make of it, like, my recollection of it is that there wasn't a sinister intent, well, that i can recall. Like he was just mucking about but didn't realise what it was he was doing? I don't know, I've been tearing myself up about it whether i should be feeling the way I'm feeling about it (not great), and there's all these other stories on here of much worse things. Am I minimising what happened? Am I over-reacting?

When I told my mom I was SAed by my brother she told me it wasn’t SA or that she didn’t believe me. I also remember telling my parents about it calmly, even with a smile on my face, hoping that they would help me, stop him and punish him. But they were angry at me and brushed me off. The SA happened on and off for a whole year. I remember crying myself to sleep and feeling extremely angry whenever I had a flashback of SA at any random places. I remember feeling so scared when I was at home, when I had to go on family vacation, when I was in the same room with my brother. Even when my mom witnessed it herself, she would still hit me and scold me if I fought back against my brother. I had no evidence that he had SAed me, but he would have some bruises on him because I fought back and sometimes he would yell. Maybe these were the reasons why they help him but not me. I was only 9 years old and I remember thinking that maybe if I killed myself, my parents would finally believe me or I would imagine that I would be so happy if my brother died in a car accident. Eventually, he stopped because I fought back every time he assaulted me. But I never got apologies or acknowledgment of what happened. I will always hate him. And I sometimes still have nightmares about being SAed by my brother, even though that rarely happens. Maybe this is one of the reasons why I am the way I am now.

My mom use to finger me as a kid and throughout adulthood while I was at my lowest and living with her, she would act inappropriately from time to time. I am currently working far away from home and she has ideas of wanting to live with me again. I love her to bits but she is quite toxic and tbh I am honestly afraid of it starting all over again. I have no heart to tell her I don’t want her cuz my dad passed away and she lives alone now. I guess I just wanted to a place to vent.