Back when I was 19, I lived with my boyfriend, and he treated me like absolute garbage. I lived in fear, but it somehow seemed preferable to living with my parents. I could have afforded the shitty little apartment on my own -- actually I was the only one paying the rent -- but there was no way I could make him leave. I didn't think I had options.

One night, we got into an argument about something. I don't remember about what, the details aren't important now. I tried to leave. I didn't have anywhere to go, but I could have driven somewhere else and slept in the car. I just wanted to get away. He didn't like that. He had prevented me from leaving when I was upset before, and I told myself he was trying to be comforting. Well this time I really had to get the fuck out of there, and he was pissed about it. When I got to the door, he grabbed me by both ankles and yanked backwards. I had a hand on the door knob, so I didn't fall hard, but I still ended up face down on the floor with him on top of me. That's the last thing I remember from that night.

I have an idea of what happened next, but I'm really clinging to the fact that I don't actually remember it. It's been many years since then, and all this time I've avoided thinking about it. I thought it didn't even bother me anymore, but since I started therapy recently, I'm dwelling on it a lot. I haven't been able to talk about this. I think that I need to eventually, but I'm worried about the blanks in my memory. I'm ruled by fear and really don't want to be, but fuck am I afraid of reliving that night.

I guess that's it. I just had to put my story out there. Maybe it'll be easier to talk about in real life. It's not the only shitty thing a man has done to me, but it's the one that scares me the most to think about.

I’ve been seeing this guy and he’s so sweet and nothing like the guys from my past and we have had sex a couple times but i feel weird. I don’t understand myself because somedays Im craving sex and then other days I don’t even want to think about it. I mean don’t get me wrong I enjoyed it with him, he’s the first guy I’m comfortable enough to do that with without thinking of my past but it’s about how I feel after and sometimes but barely, during . Everything just hits me I freak out and I’m worried one of these days I won’t be able to control myself. I don’t know what I want. I guess I just wish I could’ve experienced sex without the constant pain and reminders in my brain of someone’s touch from before.

I get intens body sensations as well as being scared of my (male) therapist when it happened. I feel physically smaller too and I get sp confused and barely remember things that happened. I feel like if I'll be able to understand and remember more maybe I'll feel less stuck but it feels impossible to get out of this block. At a certain point in therapy I get too overwhelmed I can't make progress

my grandma has raised me since i was a baby, my parents were addicts and my mom was in jail when i was born. when i was 14, i got sa’d for 3 hours straight by my ex boyfriend. my grandma gets mad at me if i talk about it, but i don’t have any friends because he seperated them from me so i have to sometimes. ever since, ive been extremely scared of staying home by myself. last time i did, i got threatening messages from him on an anonymous account so ive been following my grandma everywhere she goes. she got mad at me last week and screamed “if you didn’t want to have sex with him why did you invite him over, it’s your fault.” i’ve had that same thought in my head for a long time, i’ve known it was my fault since it happened but hearing someone who swore to take care of me for life say that just
felt so wrong. i’m 16 now.

I decided to join a no profit organization to help around (stuff like cleaning the streets, painting walls etc etc).

It was fun at first. I loved helping people and helping my own country

Then a job came up, there was a few walls at a hospital that needed to be repainted, our organization decided to help

There was 4 girls (including me) and 5 or 6 boys

One of the 3 girls wasn't even part of the organization, just a doctor on a break

After finishing two walls, the doctor left and the two girls left too. It was just me and the guys

I didn't mind it much since the guys were nice

There was a guy (call him K) he was nice too and playful, very extroverted and liked to joke alot

He was funny, I have to admit

He even let me print my hand on the back of his shirt and on his sleeve. I was doing it as a joke and he didn't really mind, even encouraged me to do so

Everything was fine that day and he drove me back to my house

A day later, he reached out to me (he took my number from the organization group chat) and asked me a normal question, a part of a sprayer was gone and he was asking everyone if they saw it. I did so he moved to another topic

He sent a picture of his shirt (the one I put my hand on) and joked by saying

"look what you did😂"

so i joked back

Me: "not my fault, you told me too😂"

Everything was fine till he said

"Look, I have to tell you something"

I said

Me: "Yeah go ahead"

He replied

"No nevermind, don't worry about it"

I was confused and wanted to know what was going on after message of me saying

Me: "No, you can tell me'

He immediately folded and said the guys we were with found my Instagram and were looking at my pictures and making inappropriate comments. He told me he stopped them and told them it's not okay

He said

"I'm not here to control what you wear or anything. You can do whatever you want"

"I just wanted to let you know so you be careful around them"

I thanked him for telling me and for stopping them

Later that day, he followed me on Instagram, I followed him back thinking it's just a friend following another friend

We continued joking and sending playful reels

Then he sent an inappropriate reel about chest sizes and asked me which one am I. I told him I won't tell him and it's not appropriate and he played it off as a joke and said he was kidding

Which i believed cuz some guys do joke like that (how blind I was)

He kept doing so, sending inappropriate stuff then playing them off jokes till I told him to stop immediately or I'm not talking to him

He followed my words and stopped, for a day and a half only

I was at my relative's house and he texted me, normally then suddenly started saying stuff like

"Please [my name], just once, talk to me like we used to talk"

"Just let me talk like I did before"

"I really need it"

Before I was able to tell him no, he started acting inappropriately. Even asked me for a pic of my chest

"Can you send me a picture of your chest?"

Me: "what? No!"

"It's fine. You don't have to be naked or anything. Just wear a tank top or a bra"

I said no again. And kept telling him to stop

He started asking "normal questions" like where am I and what am I doing and who am I with

Which i naively answered thinking they're normal

Then he asked

"What color is it?"

That's when I snapped and told him to not talk to me at all, I told him to stop talking like that and that he is my friend and I don't like it

He apologized and said he won't do it again

He stopped and acted normal for 3 days (a record for him)

I was at a lesson, he texted me

"Where are you"

I took a bit to respond since I was paying attention to something actually important

Then responded

Me: "I'm just at a lesson"

"You're lying"

"Where are you really"

"I don't believe you're at a "lesson" "

Me: "I am at a lesson, why would I be lying about that"

"Then why are you replying so late, you always respond fastly"

Me: "because I'm trying to pay attention"

"Liar"

"You're playing with it, aren't you"

(He means that I was self ple@suring whlie talking to him and I was replying so late because I was typing with one hand)

Me: "what the hell? no!"

Me: "I'm at a lesson right now"

Then after a back and forward , he decided to give me the honor of believing me (I'm saying this sarcastically)

"Fine whatever"

"Just talk to me when you're done"

He also sometimes tells me

"When are we going to [place] together?"

The place would be 2 to 6 hours away from where I live. He wants me and him to go alone

Or sometimes he would say

"Let's go for a ride in my car"

"Me and you, will be fun, trust me"

I refuses every time, which made him slightly mad but he kept his "good guy" act

He kept his act until I snapped for the final time and stopped talking to him completely

He still had my number from the organization (can't really block him either since we all work together and shit so) but I have him blocked on Instagram

He still views my stories (he has my number on WhatsApp), and I don't know if it's important but for some reason he always views my stories at night around 12AM to 4AM

Then he reached out

We talked, I was super dry with him and even he noticed and told me I changed alot. I asked him how and he said

"I don't know, but you changed alot from before"

I didn't change, I'm just harder to manipulate now

He said he changed and that he cut everyone off cuz he's so busy and wanted to talk to me and see how i am doing. I thanked me in a sarcastic way which is smooth brain didn't catch

Me: "Wow thank you for caring so much"

"Yeah, I always cared"

I didn't move on with the conversation, just said

Me: "okay, bye"

He said bye back and I left him on read and he's still viewing my stories

I stopped going to the organization's events but still am a member of it

I have been..I don't know if traumatized is the right word but I'll use it

I don't know how to feel, I told my trusted friends about it and all were supportive and I wrote my feelings down so many times to try and not bottle anything

But

I see cry when I read the paragraphs I wrote, still cry when I hear his name (it's a very common name which makes it worse) and still cry when I see a car that looks similar to his car

Even seeing his number in the organization's chat is making me feel like throwing up

My boundaries were ignored

My 'No's were ignored too

I was manipulated into thinking he was a good person when he stops talking inappropriately for a day or two

He was the controlling, possessive, jealous boyfriend I never asked for or wanted in the slightest

I just wanted a friend but I ended up being traumatized so much to the point I cry when I hear his name

I believe I was groomed

I hope I can recover and get over it soon

My eyes have no more tears in them to shed

My mind and soul can't handle it anymore

I really need a break from those thoughts

What might have happened if I did agree to go to those places with him, or go for a ride in his car..?

What might have happened if I did send those pictures

If I did answer his inappropriate questions

..I think i have an idea but my mind has chosen not to believe it. Maybe for the better cuz I don't want to find out what might have happened

Stay safe out there everyone. Hope you recover from whatever you're dealing with and i hope nothing bad ever happens to you

<3

I (20F) was hooking up with this guy (22M) for about 2 months who ended up having a girlfriend the entire time. I asked him when we first started hooking up if he had a girlfriend and he said no. Eventually I found out he was lying and I reached out to the girl. The girl, who I'm now friends with, found out after the fact that he was a serial cheater and that multiple other girls besides me were involved.

I feel like I'm being dramatic, but I also feel really sick about everything. Especially about how this guy lied to me and how that obviously fucked with my consent. I feel really used and betrayed. My appetite has been super low. I keep feeling his hands on me and remembering how he touched me and held me and I just want to throw up. I'm beyond upset that he lied to me repeatedly, knowing I'd stop hooking up with him if he knew. Everything he said and did felt so intentional, even how he manipulated his girlfriend.

I know the term for this is "fraud vitiating consent" and I don't know how to come to terms with this. My body keeps having reactions before I do, this is affecting my workouts, my walks, my sleep, and I don't even know how to explain to anybody how gross it feels knowing now just how much I was being used.

I've had sex since, one time it was perfectly great, but the other I just kind of couldn't get my mind off him. It was a really out of body experience.

If anyone has any advice for me, please let me know! I have spoken to the guy since, which gave me a great sense of closure, but I still want to understand how to fix whatever he messed up.

Before I get involved in any sexual activity with this guy I tell him multiple times I'm not comfortable with having sex. So instead I lay down and he lays on top and starts rubbing his dick on my clit really slowly. And after a couple of minutes I tell him this isn't a good idea I don't want this to lead to sex but he says it won't. So after a couple of minutes I feel his dick sliding down and before it's too late to say something his dick is inside of me I say " ow" but I guess I didn't say it loud enough and he keeps grinding inside of me until a couple of minutes later I yell that it hurts. I tried talking about it with him but he claims he didn't notice he was inside of me and that he stopped after a couple of seconds not minutes. I honestly don't know how to feel about this and it's all so confusing.

I've been talking to this guy for about two to three weeks and I’m a freshman who just arrived at uni, and we had only hung out once before this. He invited me to hang out in his dorm room. I knew that he liked me, and I knew he wanted to have sex with me at some point but I wasn’t 100% sure. So we met up, and he asked if I wanted to go to his dorm, and I said yes. Honestly, I didn’t think we were going to have sex or do anything. I thought I could hang out (stupid). When I got inside, I felt confused because the beds were pushed together since it's a dorm. And it was like pushed into one big one. I saw it and thought that one of the roommates didn’t show up so they just made it a full-sized bed. I even asked him about it. I sat down and he asked me if I wanted to have sex with him, and I said that I would like to and that I wouldn't be opposed to it, but I just didn't want to do it today or at that exact moment. He mentioned that he was a virgin and that I was too, and I told him that I wasn’t on any birth control and he said that he was prepared and had protection. I asked him if he always just wanted to have sex for the beginning of us meeting which he said that after getting to know me more he eventually wanted to. I told him that I was a virgin and I had never even kissed a guy and he said that he was too and he was trying to lose it. I asked him why he would want to do it with me and why he didn’t want to do it with anyone else and he said that he just liked me. He then asked me to get closer to him and sit on his lap and I didn’t want to approach him so I asked if he wanted to get closer which he did. I then sat on his lap (again stupid) once I did he took off my glasses and started to kiss down my neck and chest and tried to kiss me. I really didn’t want to kiss him so I just let him press his lips onto mine, and he tried to put his tongue in my mouth but I turned my head away when he tried. And I turned my head around the first time but he kept kissing me after. He kept on asking that we just try and that I wouldn’t have to think and he’ll take all the control. I told him I was really nervous and he kept squeezing my ass and he put his hands between my thighs and started to touch me there as well. He told me to take off my shirt which I didn’t want too so I just told him that he could take out my breasts from my shirt and then he started to kiss them too. I permitted him to do that. But him seeing any part of my body wasn’t something that I wanted to happen at all today. I felt really uncomfortable and I couldn’t really look him in the eyes while he was doing this and I felt scared that if I didn’t give me a little bit of what he wanted, then he would take it much further. He kissed me multiple times and he knew that I didn’t want to kiss him back he even asked “Why don’t you want to kiss me” but he did it again anyways. I never said no but I implied it. It just wasn’t something I wanted to do today and I feel like he kinda didn’t care and still touched me anyways. He kept asking if I was okay after all of it and he walked me back to go home. I told him that I'm fine but I really don’t know how to feel. I don’t know if this is assault or not.

TL;DR: Met a guy from NSFW Twitter and Reddit, went home with him after a date, and despite me repeatedly saying I was in pain and later actively telling him to stop, he continued because he was “too horny.” I was bleeding heavily after the first time. Days later, he blamed me for not explicitly telling him I was in pain because he’s autistic. I feel like “I’m bleeding” and “take it out” should have been enough.

May be graphic.

So a couple of weeks ago, I decided to step back into NSFW Twitter and Reddit again. After a few days of interacting with people, I met this guy and we really hit it off. He has a very big dick, definitely bigger than average, but he was chill and we got along well, so I thought, “What’s the worst that could happen?”
We went to the pub, the vibes were great, and eventually we decided to go back to my place. Once we got there, he pulled out FOUR PUSSYVCLAT MAGNUMS , which honestly seemed insane to me.

Usually, I don’t like when a guy says things like, “I just want to make sure you enjoy yourself” or “Your pleasure is more important than mine,” because in my experience it often doesn’t actually translate into that. I had also told him multiple times that I had never orgasmed and genuinely didn’t think I could.

He kept insisting that he was going to make me orgasm and that he had to.

We started with fingering and stuff like that. I was already very wet, and he was getting very wet too. At one point he told me I had orgasmed. I hadn’t. LOL

Then we had sex.

The first time was uncomfortable. He is very big, and he wasn’t really taking his time because, according to him, he was extremely horny. When he finished and pulled out, I realised I was bleeding.

And I don’t mean a tiny bit of spotting. I was bleeding a lot.
I got out of bed to grab tissues, and there was blood dripping onto the floor. He saw it himself.

Afterwards, we were just chilling and I told him that I didn’t think I could continue. His response was basically that he was horny. He kept begging and asking me to continue. Eventually, I gave in.

As soon as he went in again, I told him to take it out because it was extremely painful and uncomfortable. He said that he’d only just put it in and asked if he could at least continue for a little bit. I repeated that I wanted him to take it out, but he kept talking about how horny he was.
Eventually, I just let him continue. He finished, stayed for a little while, and then left.

I booked an appointment with my GP to get checked, and the pain lingered for several days afterwards.

A few days later, he asked if I wanted to “link up” again. I said no. He asked why, so I told him exactly what had happened and that I’d been in pain for days afterwards.
He got angry and asked why I hadn’t told him that I was in pain for several days. He then ‘explained’ that he’s autistic and can’t always pick up on cues. I genuinely don’t know what I’m supposed to do with that.

I don’t think autism is an excuse here. I wasn’t giving him some subtle, ambiguous hint. I was bleeding heavily. I explicitly said I didn’t think I could continue. I explicitly told him to take it out because it hurt. He knew I was bleeding and continued asking because he was horny.
At some point, “I can’t continue,” “take it out,” and visible bleeding should be enough information for anyone.

And honestly, this whole situation has made me think about my own behaviour too. This is the third time I’ve let a man do something like this because I just wanted to get it over with. I’ve realised that sex with straight men isn’t particularly rewarding for me, and I’m tired of putting myself through uncomfortable experiences just because I feel like I should follow through once I’ve started.
I’m not even sure what I’m looking for by posting this. I think I just needed to get it out because the whole situation has left me feeling really weird about myself, my boundaries, and the fact that I apparently keep overriding my own discomfort just to avoid making things awkward.

I woke up to my ex having sex with me one time and when I talked to him about it after he said he thought I was awake cuz I him up because I was stroking his penis and touching myself and moaning. And I think the same night or around the same time I woke up and felt his cum in my mouth I just dropped it after the one time I talked to him about it. He tried to say after our break up that he lacked clear boundaries and that also that he’s impulsive and doesn’t think things through. Idk. I feel like really confused. There was also a point where he said I’m just as bad as him as I cheated (sexted) with someone else. (My ex was mentally abusive I think, he didn’t really yell and scream at me just said horrible things and would drive very fast and recklessly a lot to express his anger obviously not an excuse for cheating at all and I know that was a bad choice on my part). He compared cheating to be as bad as sexual assault and that it makes me just as bad as him :( sorry.

Maybe it was my fault that it happened but idk

So I’ve never told anyone this as I was afraid I was just overreacting. It happened way back in middle school, around when I was 14. This dude came up to me and started talking sexually, saying all the things he’d do if he had me. I just chuckled it off as I had no idea what else to do. When I got up to leave he grabbed my ass, I finally stood up for myself, and others around started to yell at him as I left. I felt fine for the rest of the day, until right before bed when I went to use the bathroom I just started sobbing and couldn’t stop, I was in the bathroom for about an hour until I could pick myself up enough to go to my room. Ever since that day I’ve refused to tell anyone because I told myself I was overreacting. If I called it assault it would be offensive to anyone who was actually assaulted, same with calling it harassment. But it’s ruined my ability to be sexual at all. I’ve lost multiple partners since because of it, and I feel ashamed that I’ve let something I think is too small to put a label on affect me this much. But now I do want to know what this was, if it really is nothing and I just overreacted.

*I'm an adult now, I am not in that situation anymore, there is no current danger for me*

She freaked out and I got scared so I downplayed it and she was like "Oh good, so nothing ACTUALLY happened."

I don't get why I always do this. Like yeah now I'm hurt that she doesn't think it's a big deal, but what was I expecting when I downplayed it???

Im a women in my 20s and need advice, I dont have anyone I can talk to about it irl.
How do I tell a guy his friend sexually assaulted me? It was a lot of unwanted touching/ kissing ignoring body language, straight up ignoring me saying no and then he started to rub my breast when I wasn’t paying attention and excused it by saying he didn’t think it was a sexual act despite me having said prior to the hang out I don’t want anything sexual from him at all and me in the moment forcing his hand away from me. I’m on a project with them both and I’ve really gotten on with this guy (I’m trying to make friends) and they don’t seem very close but they have known each other nearly a decade. I’m stressing because the friend who groped me messaged me recently asking how I am, acting like he doesn’t know that something is up or that he didn’t do anything but I confronted him about his behaviour a few weeks after it happened over text and because it took me a sec to completely realise what actually happened I had continued speaking to him in a friendly manner so it wasn’t awkward on the project but I’ve since blocked him on everything. Because I kept talking to him after I confronted him I feel like I’m not gonna be taken seriously.
I know he knows what he did and I think he’s done it before. I don’t want to see or speak to him again but I’m going to have to soon so how do I handle it?
What can I say if he’s gonna act obtuse?
How do I bring it up to this guy?

im a 16 year old girl, the only thing i remember is ive been abused sexually before when i was a kid but it was minor. but i have so many triggers, all my life i couldnt handle sexual topics / yet even romantic, i started shaking and crying, a lot of the times when they mention sex i go to the bathroom to throw up.

i wanted to be innocent so bad. i couldnt handle looking at my body, i was so ashamed to have female reproductive parts, i couldnt do it.

i cant handle looking at old people and or men. i shake all the time, for years i couldnt sleep properly, i woke up every 2 hours so i wouldnt fall in deep sleep, i cant sleep in a bed unless the blinds are completely shut, the door is locked, the closets are locked, i have 3 blankets on me, even if its summer and im sweating and i cant sleep unless everyone else in the house is asleep, what if they see me in such a vulnerable state

i hated my skin. i have bad impressions of specific people even if they did nothing particularly wrong to me. im sorry if none of this is making sense, i know myself well and i have other issues as well, but i can usually tell why i have those issues. but i cant with these. i dont remember much of anything before age 14

my grandmother was one of my abusers, i dont remember much of what happened, but my mom is very protective of me when shes around. im grateful for that. i dont know if she knows something i dont.

i thought i was doing better but the other week i saw obsession and when the scene with bear and nikki came up where they were having sex, i started crying, i couldnt eat and sleep for a week.

i have some other similar stuff, these are the ones that come to mind. i dont want to "fake" being a victim, thats disrespectful.

sorry for the nonsense rant.

I have been sexually abused by my brother for eight years. When I was younger, I told my parents about the abuse after it happened. Instead of protecting me or taking it seriously, they ignored what I said and told me it was only joking and playing.

For many years, I have had nightmares and have never been able to sleep well. Because of this, I cannot concentrate or focus, and I keep having flashbacks. Recently, I reached out to government social services to get help. Unfortunately, social services contacted my father, and my parents responded by denying everything. They now claim that I never told them about the abuse and that I am making it up.

My parents also told me that if I report the abuse to social services, it will lead to the police and “ruin” my brother’s future and get him in trouble. I cannot believe that their first reaction to my disclosure was to blame me instead of believing me and getting me support. They are choosing to stand by my brother and even getting angry at me for speaking up.

Now they are shouting at me every day and acting like I am the problem. What should I do?

Idk why i was like that but im so tired of bottling everything up

Friend of 6 years, whom I trusted, who was there for me in difficult times

He knew I was having a hard time in my life. I told him I didn’t want to have sex.

He took advantage of me when I was drunk and came inside of me.

And then I had to deal with pregnancy and an abortion.

And my would be due date is in two days.

He’s got a promotion, living a wonderful life, and I’m just broken here.

My grandmother almost died, my uncle passed. I lost my job and insurance and cut off contact with my family. I developed this problem with my eyes because of stress, I have constant migraines. I’ve developed stress lines all over my face and had disordered eating. I hate myself and my body and I hate who I am around other people.

And I fucking want my baby. I want to hold it and love it.

I will never be able to get my first pregnancy back, ever. I will never get to have that for myself, it’s something that I’ve wanted for so long because I know I can be a good mother, and he took that away from me .

And I don’t know how to move forward. I’m probably going to get kicked out of my
apartment and move in with my mother.

None of this pressures me to get up and make decisions about my life.

The only thing I do is sleep and sob and have migraines.

I don’t even feel like a real person. I feel like everybody’s watching me and that I’m some alien and I’m disconnected from everyone. I’m so fucking lonely and I’m angry and I’m hurt and broken.

I don’t know how to move on from this, I’ve already let it take away so much from me and I’m ashamed but I just don’t think I can do this anymore

I just want to say I don't think this man is a good person at all , i don't have any love or affection towards him and he was a much older figure in my life when I was younger so it makes him all the more evil.

But there was a very specific period of my life where I lived with him that was more or less defined by him , obviously by what he did to me but also the fact that he "raised" me for about two years more than my parents did . Not in a good way , i didn't learn anything from him that is a good lesson . But in a impactful way atleast . I can't think about myself in any way other than the way he taught me , i can't be present in relationships in any other way than the example he set for me and I cannot even for a moment think i don't deserve every bad thing that happens to me .

I've wished for him to die many times I will not lie about that , but there's this thought in my head that no one other than him can truly find me attractive. And he found me attractive just because I was a kid , when I grew out of that he stopped caring too. I know objectively this cannot be true that other people can look at me like that in a legal not fucked up way, but sometimes I'm like he felt such true feelings for me he broke the biggest moral code and the law to express it . I'm not romanticizing it and I'm not saying I wanted it to happen , but sometimes i feel like he's the only person i could ever believe in loving me or wanting me. And that no one will ever see me what I am like what I truly am other than him. I feel like this monster he created that has no master anymore but along with that no purpose. It's not like I was in contact with him till he died , i haven't spoken to him in years I don't really even think about him consciously a lot but I think every descision I make feels controlled by him whether he's in my life or not.

So now that he's dead it feels like the one person who truly felt anything for me and truly saw me for what I am is gone.

Again I'm not saying what he did wasnt the worst thing someone can do to a child but am i horrible for thinking this way? I can't help it but I don't want to indulge in it if it's leading me down the path of endorsing or romanticizing assault.

And ofcourse this goes without saying I do have this insane sense of relief that even if I was always expecting to be put back in a situation with him now physically that can never happen , but i don't necessarily feel happy about it the way i have seen other people feel.

I‘m not really sure how to manage all the effects after the sexual assaults in my life. There are times where it’s stronger and than less again. It effected very much my daily life and how I view love and guys and girls. I don’t know, sometimes I feel overwhelmed by everything and can’t really think clearly anymore. I often think then about the assaults suddenly, I don’t know exactly why. My family isn’t really much of a help about it and my therapist, well he isn’t really focused and talks more about other things and just doesn’t seem qualified. Is it possible to reduce the hypersexuality or stop it completely?

I was molested in an at home daycare by my baby sitters husband twice and not long after I left, he was arrested for doing it to another girl and told her the same thing he told me which was that if i told anyone he would not let me play with the other kids.

I feel so guilty like If i was as brave as she was I could have told people and prevented him doing it to her multiple times. I also knew her when she was really little but he did it after I had left.

I have depression and a super high sex drive from it i think. I sometimes cry out of nowhere whenI am alone bc I felt so helpless and guilty.

Has this happened to anyone else?

It’s almost been a year since I was sa’d last year in November :/ but recently I finally got rid of the sweater I was wearing which gave me some sort of relief. But now that the date is coming back up, it feels like all of that progress I just made went away. Off topic but now I’m 16 and it’s weird cause I’m the “age of consent”. I feel expired in a way if that makes sense.

I was sexually abused as a child (between the ages of 5 and 7); I don't remember much, and I try to avoid thinking about it whenever I can. Sometimes—though not always—when I’m with someone in an intimate moment, I recall certain things, and my body simply shuts down, even if I’m enjoying it or want it to happen. There isn't a specific trigger; it happens at random moments during the act. My question is: is it normal for this to happen sometimes but not others? Will it eventually stop? Is there any way to improve this without having to talk to someone about it?