Hmmmm...well even after all this time I still shake when I think about this...but up till now the best way to deal with it has been just to get it out and get on with it...so I'll do that again here. It could be a long story...but please bear with me. I'm doing this in the hope that others may never have to feel the same way...
As a kid I was abused. It started when I was 7 or 8 and went on for a long time...not every day or even every week...sometimes months apart...friends of my parents - their son... and yet I'm sure I can recall every time it happened. He was maybe 9 or 10 years older when it began. He would seek me out...the first time was when I was walking home from the local swimming pool. I made it stop when I was about 14 I guess but not before I found myself seeking him out, from wanting contact and the pleasure that went with it. 5 minutes of pleasure for months of agony and guilt...until the cycle started again. To this day I still cant figure that part out...
All my life, every day those events influence my thoughts...I'm sad to say that to a degree I became a victim. It crushed my self confidence and self belief (something I still struggle with when it comes to my private life) because I believed that I caused it. I find it hard to trust and yet when I do I do it too deeply. There are days when I still hate myself - days where I crave for someone to tell me that I'm ok and that everything will work out. The irony is that my friends and people I talk too cant believe my lack of self confidence. Outwardly, especially for work, I can be convincing and confident. Inside I'm shitting myself.
But it also gets better everyday. I'm learning that it wasnt my fault. That it was something out of my control and that even my behavior towards the end where I sought him out was a learned response. That the guilt I felt (feel) from wanting to feel special and important was a result of learning about "things" way too early in life. I've also learned that the loss of trust early in life makes you value it so much more later in your life...you dont take safety and honesty for granted.
In the last few years I have forgiven the sick f..k who did this - not to his face, I dont ever want to see him again. I actually feel sorry for him - my guess is that he was abused. But he had a choice. If he was he knew the effect that it would have on the person he abused and he was too weak to think of anyone other than himself. Could he change the way he thought - probably not, its like trying to change the fact that you like beer or not - but did he have a choice as to whether or not he acted on those feelings - HELL YES. Despite a lot of hearsay I dont believe being abused increases the changes of you doing the same...if anything it makes you more understanding of the victims...at least thats what i found.
I should point out too that I have the most amazing parents. They have accepted me as a gay person so much better than I ever thought they would. But they don't know about this. And they never will. I cant bring myself to let them believe that they in some way are responsible or have failed as parents.
For me though things got really complicated when I realised towards the end that I really was attracted to guys. Or at least thought I was. I couldnt take my eyes off them and fantasized constantly. Even after a number of girlfriends and a near engagement and 4 year relationship I knew I was attracted to guys. But had the abuse caused it???
With the help of an amazing giving caring and kind counsellor...I think I've learnt that no it didnt. I'm gay. Born that way and just unlucky enough to have had some bad shit go on in my life. Hes actually taught me to value the lessons i learnt from it...to be honest, open. To be kind and gentle. And to try and help...anyone at anytime. To take the bad things and make them good sort of thing. And being gay is one of those things. The one thing I am sure of is that none of this makes you any less of a person or any less worthy or deserving of the carefree and happy life that every one else craves.
What makes me sad though is that I keep meeting gay guys who have experienced the same thing. Over and over. So is it just coincidence, a stereotype or is it real? Is there a link? Does this experience change the way you think and who you are attracted to???
Any feedback or thoughts or knowledge that you guys could impart would be great! Any support we can offer as a community to those who are scared, have doubts or fears, who have wondered if thats why they are here or who arent far down the path of dealing with this would be gratefully accepted I'm sure. Its a taboo subject in the wider community but that doesnt mean we should ignore it too.
Thanks for your patience and for reading this guys...it means a lot!
As a kid I was abused. It started when I was 7 or 8 and went on for a long time...not every day or even every week...sometimes months apart...friends of my parents - their son... and yet I'm sure I can recall every time it happened. He was maybe 9 or 10 years older when it began. He would seek me out...the first time was when I was walking home from the local swimming pool. I made it stop when I was about 14 I guess but not before I found myself seeking him out, from wanting contact and the pleasure that went with it. 5 minutes of pleasure for months of agony and guilt...until the cycle started again. To this day I still cant figure that part out...
All my life, every day those events influence my thoughts...I'm sad to say that to a degree I became a victim. It crushed my self confidence and self belief (something I still struggle with when it comes to my private life) because I believed that I caused it. I find it hard to trust and yet when I do I do it too deeply. There are days when I still hate myself - days where I crave for someone to tell me that I'm ok and that everything will work out. The irony is that my friends and people I talk too cant believe my lack of self confidence. Outwardly, especially for work, I can be convincing and confident. Inside I'm shitting myself.
But it also gets better everyday. I'm learning that it wasnt my fault. That it was something out of my control and that even my behavior towards the end where I sought him out was a learned response. That the guilt I felt (feel) from wanting to feel special and important was a result of learning about "things" way too early in life. I've also learned that the loss of trust early in life makes you value it so much more later in your life...you dont take safety and honesty for granted.
In the last few years I have forgiven the sick f..k who did this - not to his face, I dont ever want to see him again. I actually feel sorry for him - my guess is that he was abused. But he had a choice. If he was he knew the effect that it would have on the person he abused and he was too weak to think of anyone other than himself. Could he change the way he thought - probably not, its like trying to change the fact that you like beer or not - but did he have a choice as to whether or not he acted on those feelings - HELL YES. Despite a lot of hearsay I dont believe being abused increases the changes of you doing the same...if anything it makes you more understanding of the victims...at least thats what i found.
I should point out too that I have the most amazing parents. They have accepted me as a gay person so much better than I ever thought they would. But they don't know about this. And they never will. I cant bring myself to let them believe that they in some way are responsible or have failed as parents.
For me though things got really complicated when I realised towards the end that I really was attracted to guys. Or at least thought I was. I couldnt take my eyes off them and fantasized constantly. Even after a number of girlfriends and a near engagement and 4 year relationship I knew I was attracted to guys. But had the abuse caused it???
With the help of an amazing giving caring and kind counsellor...I think I've learnt that no it didnt. I'm gay. Born that way and just unlucky enough to have had some bad shit go on in my life. Hes actually taught me to value the lessons i learnt from it...to be honest, open. To be kind and gentle. And to try and help...anyone at anytime. To take the bad things and make them good sort of thing. And being gay is one of those things. The one thing I am sure of is that none of this makes you any less of a person or any less worthy or deserving of the carefree and happy life that every one else craves.
What makes me sad though is that I keep meeting gay guys who have experienced the same thing. Over and over. So is it just coincidence, a stereotype or is it real? Is there a link? Does this experience change the way you think and who you are attracted to???
Any feedback or thoughts or knowledge that you guys could impart would be great! Any support we can offer as a community to those who are scared, have doubts or fears, who have wondered if thats why they are here or who arent far down the path of dealing with this would be gratefully accepted I'm sure. Its a taboo subject in the wider community but that doesnt mean we should ignore it too.
Thanks for your patience and for reading this guys...it means a lot!
























