I'm just sharing a little today. I've been struggling lately with my complicity in my sexual "abuse" over the years. I even struggle with the terminology "sexual abuse" because I'm not sure of my complicity in all of it.
I do have vivid memories of certain events in my life. As weird as this all sounds, I think I always sought out a certain personality type. I remember at 12 years old playing hide and seek with a 23 years old. I also remember that I knew that the picture wasn't quite right. And I also remember what ensued during this game of hide and seek - he was a man in the neighborhood. I knew him well and, even though I was scared, I didn't really react to what was happening. And I'm not sure that I understood it either - but I still didn't stop it.
Now, in adulthood, I can appreciate the magnitude of the whole thing - back then...I sincerely had no idea, I think. I remember at 13 years old wanting desperately to 'hang out' with a man who was 24 years old. Again, I was complicit because I had a crush. At that time, I had no idea whatsoever that this was not the norm.
It's only recently that I can appreciate that none of this was ever normal. Now, I'm trying to put the pieces back together.
I'm desperately trying to consolidate all of these thoughts into something manageable. I'm not sure that I was innocent - I hate the term "victim" for myself because of this.
For anyone else, I have no difficulty in calling it what it is. Why is it that for myself, I'm still wondering about the level of complicity? The guilt in all of it is slowly eating me up...I want to go back in history and change so many things - but I can't.
I do have vivid memories of certain events in my life. As weird as this all sounds, I think I always sought out a certain personality type. I remember at 12 years old playing hide and seek with a 23 years old. I also remember that I knew that the picture wasn't quite right. And I also remember what ensued during this game of hide and seek - he was a man in the neighborhood. I knew him well and, even though I was scared, I didn't really react to what was happening. And I'm not sure that I understood it either - but I still didn't stop it.
Now, in adulthood, I can appreciate the magnitude of the whole thing - back then...I sincerely had no idea, I think. I remember at 13 years old wanting desperately to 'hang out' with a man who was 24 years old. Again, I was complicit because I had a crush. At that time, I had no idea whatsoever that this was not the norm.
It's only recently that I can appreciate that none of this was ever normal. Now, I'm trying to put the pieces back together.
I'm desperately trying to consolidate all of these thoughts into something manageable. I'm not sure that I was innocent - I hate the term "victim" for myself because of this.
For anyone else, I have no difficulty in calling it what it is. Why is it that for myself, I'm still wondering about the level of complicity? The guilt in all of it is slowly eating me up...I want to go back in history and change so many things - but I can't.