Thing is, I have been raped before, by my uncle when I was around 6. I don't know what is wrong with me but the whole point is to be more traumatized, I WANT to suffer and hurt both mentally and physically. I just don't deserve a peaceful death.
I'm sorry I'm late! Are you saying you deserve to suffer mentally and physically? Do you think that because of what your uncle did?
I got raped before my most recent assault, but I thought it wasn't anything because he was my first time and we were dating. After that, I forced myself to have sex with random people since I struggled with understanding what the point of sex was and why some people were so eager to do it- why that first boyfriend was so desperate. I also did it because I wanted to feel a sense of control. Like
I put myself in this situation. X person didn't.
I knew this would happen. After every encounter I had though, I always felt so disgusting because I
chose to let someone use and see me as a piece of meat. Whenever I would start feeling shitty about it, I would hold myself accountable because I let it happen. I didn't protest, so I "deserved it". But when I did speak up- talking about my assault- the guy just did what he wanted. It reinforced the idea in my head that "I was worthless" and "deserved it".
The truth is, that's not the case. It's something that I learned from a young age when no one would care for me or take me into consideration. It's an assumption I made based on what happened to me externally. Just because you get treated like shit doesn't mean you deserve it. People do what they want selfishly 9 times out of 10. I had to go to the mental hospital earlier this year to understand that my life does matter. I don't exist for others. I exist- yeah because my parents did the nasty, but- I exist! I'm living my life. I have myself at the end of the day and at the beginning of each new one. Why should I give that much power to someone who never cared about me? Why should I treat myself the way they treated me? Am I making sense? (genuine!!)
I am by no means perfect. I still cringed as I typed out "my life does matter". And maybe what I'm saying sounds like complete bs, but I am
genuinely taking back control little-by-little each time I say and show myself that. I like to tell myself to be a better person to the little me that got hurt. Will I continue to neglect them even after knowing how hard they're trying to stay alive? Or would I try acknowledging them and make steps to make that kid feel safe and loved? Try to give yourself what younger you missed or never got- whether it be playing with finger paint or bundling up in a pillow fort as you watch nostalgic movies. Give that kid space to grow and become comfortable with the bigger you. After all, you guys
are the same person. <33
I hope some part of this helps :,))