My heart feels this. I'm sorry this happened to you. Thanks for sharing it. In program I've learned to carve out boundaries for myself where there were none. It's like drawing a new internal map. I've had the worms feeling inside when I can't move or think. But now I have support and a new way to navigate the world.
You're writing bring so many things back to me. Not all bad not all good either. I appreciate you and your sense of being. You hit up the nail on the head with the making the perv feel almost comfortable by not doing anything. I struggled with that in several situations. Then some self-loathing would follow that behavior. Still working on myself, even though I am up there in years. I have been approached recently by my therapist for the EMDR treatment. Just the thought of a box on my head alone freaks me completely out. I would assume I'll go for the buzzer instead. Thank you for being consistently awesome
This is the second time I've read your story and it doesn't get any easier because those wormy feelings are far too familiar. My first boundary crossing was by a 6th grade teacher who had dances for the kids in his classroom every Friday. He used his hands on me as I stood beside him, blocked from view by his desk. Me ~ a 3rd grader who just loved music and came there to listen. It has affected me all my life; I'm 71 and your story brought back the shame and fear and confusing feelings once again. Still working on recovery, one day at a time. Thanks so much for sharing this.
You write so eloquently. I cannot bring myself to press the heart button. The subject just makes me want to weep.
My heart feels this. I'm sorry this happened to you. Thanks for sharing it. In program I've learned to carve out boundaries for myself where there were none. It's like drawing a new internal map. I've had the worms feeling inside when I can't move or think. But now I have support and a new way to navigate the world.
You're writing bring so many things back to me. Not all bad not all good either. I appreciate you and your sense of being. You hit up the nail on the head with the making the perv feel almost comfortable by not doing anything. I struggled with that in several situations. Then some self-loathing would follow that behavior. Still working on myself, even though I am up there in years. I have been approached recently by my therapist for the EMDR treatment. Just the thought of a box on my head alone freaks me completely out. I would assume I'll go for the buzzer instead. Thank you for being consistently awesome
Piece of seaweed here. Thank you so much for writing this and sharing it.
Gentle thoughts for you. Thankful to share space where there is honesty.
This is the second time I've read your story and it doesn't get any easier because those wormy feelings are far too familiar. My first boundary crossing was by a 6th grade teacher who had dances for the kids in his classroom every Friday. He used his hands on me as I stood beside him, blocked from view by his desk. Me ~ a 3rd grader who just loved music and came there to listen. It has affected me all my life; I'm 71 and your story brought back the shame and fear and confusing feelings once again. Still working on recovery, one day at a time. Thanks so much for sharing this.