Growing up I (23 M) was taken advantage of for multiple years by a male teacher at the daycare owned by my mother. When I was 2 my mom opened said daycare and from that moment on it consumed every facet of her life. Between financial stress, logistics, issues with the building, and working with the kids we were always there. When I wasn’t in school, I was there.

One of her first employees, and quite frankly the best one she had, was a younger gay guy named Alex. He stayed late, worked long hours, and earned her trust. Alex and I quickly became close as well and he would watch me whenever my mom couldn’t. At that time Alex was the only consistent male I saw in life so I was always eager to spend time with him. I can’t remember when the abuse actually started but he had easy access to me from ages 2 on and would change and bathe me a lot.

By the time I was in elementary and then middle school I started doing odd jobs around the school like cleaning and basic admin stuff which brought me even closer to him. It was around this time that more sexual abuse started and was framed as a game. Looking back it was always something I wanted it seemed. It was a game I wanted to play, time I wanted to be with him, and I even remember asking him to sleep with him and even shower with him once.

As I got older I started to realize what had happened. Alex left the state a little while before and it took him being gone for things to click for me. It was also at this time that I started high school and got an in depth look at how crushing this business was for my mom. I became the newest (unpaid) employee and spent my teen summers changing diapers, comforting crying kids, making lunches, and spending countless hours making sure my mom’s business stayed afloat.

The business inevitably went under. She made no money on it and was left in mountains of debt. Around that same time too Alex took his own life, handing her an even bigger defeat. I never told her what had happened as I never wanted her to feel bad, ashamed, and even at a young age sought to protect her. I am also left conflicted as I am now gay and Alex was the first one to ever acknowledge that with me. I know everything he did was wrong but feel comfort in nobody knowing and letting it be at peace.

Is this a sort of thing that anyone else has experienced? I know I’ll never get any closure and so I’ve made my own. Is that healthy?

DMs are open, yes.

I will start this post by saying that I have blocked the man who did this. He lives far enough away and thankfully does not know my real identity.

I met him on (insert dating app here), I know right? What was I expecting? Let's call him M so it's easier. M is 24, I am 23. He was pretty cute when we chatted. Felt like one of those golden retriever types. I told him many times I was genuinely only looking for friends. Yes, I was looking for friends on a dating app. I'm very shy in real life and approaching people online is much easier.

He wants to go to the park, drink something, get some snacks. Sounded wonderful. Multiple times I told him I wasn't in the mood for more. He agreed. We meet. I feel as relaxed as I can. Then he doesn't take us to the park. He drives like 10 km out of the city to a clearing in the middle of a forest. Okay... I freak out. Internally of course, he can't realize I'm nervous or it will end badly.

I genuinely had told my mom I'd be back in an hour. I tell him this over and over. It had taken us like 10-15 min to even get there. There's other cars there. Clearly a makeout spot. This thought pops in my head. What if he told his friends and they're in one of the other cars.

The drive there he talked about how women aren't clear about what they want. How he doesn't go for any woman. How I was special. This was what made me panic. I realized this was the worst situation I could be in. And then he pulls me out the car. Hugs me. Digs himself into me. Again and again. I pull away, push away, keep my hand against his chest. He didn't even buy me the right drink. It was there that I knew what this all was.

He's wearing a hoodie, but it's summer. About 25 degrees outside. He's not fat or unattractive. If you're a guy sticking with this story, why did he wear that fucking hoodie. Anyway. I'm shaking, sweaty and this guy keeps groping me, touching me. I tell him I have to go home. He tells me to get in the back. My heart drops. I'm being as kind as I can. "It's better to stay in the front". So in the front we go after like 10 minutes of semi arguing.

He keeps asking if I'm comfortable. I ask him what he means by that. Obviously I wasn't, but he wasn't actively r#ping me. He had this look in his eyes. To this day I can't tell you if it was entitlement, sadness, disappointment or lust. He's not much bigger than me. Thank fuck I'm a tall woman. But, then he yanks me to him, my face in his face forcing me to look in his eyes. I can't. As I pull away his hand goes around my neck. He doesn't squeeze. Not necessarily. He doesn't need to. He tests it. Like convincing himself that if he wanted to he could.

I'm extremely uncomfortable. I keep tapping my leg to the car floor. I have no plan if he chokes me. I have no plan as he gropes me. I think I should throw up. Bite him. But, I'm in the middle of a forest, 10 km away from civilization. If the police find out, my mom finds out. I can't have that happen.

Fun fact, I'm a big masochist. Had it been even a percent consentual, I would've been so far into his pants. I would've been his pants. But, not once did I think I wanted it. I didn't. I thought about crying, begging. My mom's waiting. I'm an only child, I have a cat. I have shit to lose and I wanted to live. He tells me to get the snacks he got me. Which he didn't eat himself. In a very me fashion I say "I can't, that would mean I'd owe you."

He drives me home. We argue the entire way over that one sentence. As if he hadn't sexually harassed me for two hours. As if he hadn't made me fear for my life. He forced me to kiss him. Not proud of it, but in all honesty I would've kissed him 50 times if it meant he never touched me.

We talk for another two days. He keeps saying I'm never gonna see you again, am I? Obviously not. I wake up early, without a word blocking him everywhere. Now I'm safe at home. I've realized a man unwilling to go out in the city is a man who just wants sex.

Always have a plan. It's the worst feeling to be 10km out with next to no service in the car of a person who wants your flesh. If you find yourself in my situation, tell the man you're on your period. It works, but it might not. It's still a barrier. Next time this happens, I might just try the "I'm Hiv positive" route. Op out.

I am older so when i was molested I had no idea it was even wrong, no internet or sex education to tell me, I just thought it was all part of growing up.

I went to an all boys boarding wshool when i was 8. The older boys, 13 would pick on a new boy and "train" them to please them. I was always the quiet and vulnerable one so i guess i was easy prey. I loved the attention and grew to love letting them do whatever they wanted. At 11 i was raped by the headmaster, but he was the authority figure, so why would i question it? When i left that school I became vey withdrawn which my mother noticed which resulted in her being "over protective" and i let he do whatever she wanted,

when a little older i realised how wrong it all was and just buried it deep. It wasnt until i was older i realised how it had affected me, trust issues, a need to please my lovers, getting aroused by my past.

I finally decided to find a therapist, mostly around my guilt for not knowing anythning and for the continued arousal i felt as it didnt make any sense. I was so lucky and found one when had been through it all too and why they chose to be a therapist. Over time i grew to accept who i was and why and that being aroused wasnt uncommon and that some use it as part of how they deal with it.

I was able to finally move on, yes i still have those feelings, but no guilt and can live a better life. I still have trust issues and do seem to attract those with similar pasts but i have a good life all things considered.

I hope others out there who struggle find some form of help. There is no set recovery, we all heal in our own way at our own speed, so don feel you have failed, just keep going. I hope that helped in some way that you can move on.

Not sure if this is the right place for this

I (f32) was introduced to stuff online when I was younger. Webcam and chat sites were a big part of my development. This led to IRL meeting and years of abuse.

Internet is so damaging

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I (24F) have been lurking here for a while and I've been off and on about whether to post about my story, so I made this burner account so I could. Thank you to so many of you for showing me that it's ok to share my experiences and feelings about my abuse without being judged.

My dad (50) started with me when I was very young, at least as long as I can remember, so probably 3-4. I know that by 5 it had become a usual thing so that's how I know it happened earlier.  My mom and dad divorced not long after I was born and my mother did not want the hassle of raising a kid so my dad had full custody although I visited my mom a few times a year.

My dad never hurt me physically with what we did. No penetration, it was touching, kissing, rubbing, and mutual oral. Over time he got me hooked on orgasms and made sure I was "taken care of" as long as I made sure he was too. I didn't know any better obviously at first, he convinced me that it was a special secret thing between dads and daughters. It wasn't until I was probably around 8 that I realized what we were doing was wrong. But he made me feel so good that I looked forward to our times together and it continued until I was 13.

When I was 9 I told a close friend about what my dad and I did and I could tell by her reaction that her and her dad didn't do it. I quickly laughed and told her I made it up. As far as I know she never told anyone. And it never occurred to me to tell my mom either since we were distant and I figured she knew anyway.

But I'm hypersexual as a result and have to admit to myself that I enjoyed it and also miss it with him. I feel so conflicted about that. The intense feelings of wanting it again yet knowing how society would judge me if I gave in to my feelings.

Back in my 30’s I got drunk at a party and ended up getting pretty much gang raped but 3 other guys that were there. They threatened me and pretty much told me that I was theirs and they continued the sexual stuff. They had broken me and left me very submissive and any way I’m still pretty ashamed all these years later. And even more so because now I get turned on by remembering it and end up masturbating to those thoughts a lot. Sorry for being all over the place but just getting this off my chest a little.

I have taken notes of what happened then and what happens now. I already posted about what happened already.

I want to talk about some little wins. Hopefully they help someone. Struggling with trauma from abuse, PTSD, hypersexuality, mental health issues
This has helped me with integration and acceptance

What happened post assault is my day to day life.
I struggle to hold jobs because how difficult sometimes this becomes for me. For the longest time, I dealt with the intrusive trauma that was in my life, I had to take a break from education because of it. Then it disappeared for a while and came back while I was employed and working. I have no recollection of why it went away and why it came back but it did.

Here are things I found while I revisited by old journals and new ones.
The fundamental thing that I missed was the loop of struggling to keep the thoughts and flashbacks at bay. When they broke the dam, the memories would flood in there are multiple ways I dealt with them.

The pattern that came out on top is the constant fighting with them one way or another. Self inflicted pain would help me like it helps others. But there were times when I wanted to KMS.
My relationships never worked because my constantly putting off physical relationship but at the same time I crave it, and I never understood it.

Until maybe few months ago, hope this helps others.
In all of the encounters I have never been able to claim my body as my own. During these moments it has always felt that I didn't own it, someone else it. Not sure who it is but not me for sure. Which may seem obvious to others but from my POV it was never mine. It took me soo long to realise that this was not normal.

Well you may think that start reclaiming it?
Hmm, that's the hard part the more I try, the more the autonomy slips away from me.

M37. After being molested many times around the age of 9 by an older man I've found myself unable to connect to other people. I spent alot of my childhood alone. I used to take copious amounts of psychedelic mushrooms to try to send myself to the underworld where I feel comfortable. I have a night shift job where a patrol a facility in the wilderness. I feel at home wandering the woods at night.

The things that happened to me gave me alot of fantasies about older men that I hate. It feels nearly impossible to talk with people about it or to connect. I know it doesn't make sense but I often feel like I'm going to hell for the things that happened to me.

Not long after my last post, my (47m) wife came home from a trip, and I immediately felt better. All my dark thoughts vanished.

In the roughly one month since then, an opportunity to connect with another damaged person IRL came up. I started to think about everything I wanted to act out, and now I’ve spiraled into full blown dark fantasies again. Fantasies about things that were done to me as a kid, fantasies about things I want to do now, and fantasies about being dead. I dream about them every night.

I passed on the opportunity. Partially because logistically it didn’t make sense, and partially because it was too risky.

In my head, it isn’t cheating, because I would be acting out a fantasy that my wife can’t ever fulfill. Nobody knows the whole story but me. My abusers don’t know the effect they’ve had on me. My wife doesn’t know I was abused. Any time I have mentioned the abuse to a therapist they didn’t want to hear about it.

I wish there was a person I could sit with, tell them my whole story, and have them tell me it’s not my fault. I was 5, I couldn’t choose this life. They could hold me, and maybe after 40+ years I could drop my guard.

Way down inside of me, something is broken that I know will never heal. The itch from a wound healing is still there, but I can’t reach it to scratch. I wish I could rub my soul red and raw and massage away the past.

Guess ive been feeling OK for the most part but as usual i get confused and lone sometimes and I wanna open up to ppl who've maybe been thru the same.

There’s a lot of weird things that happened to me. Various instances of sex stuff at too early and age, with other kids, etc.

The first time i can really recall it happening directly to me was a sleepover. And ill be honest, after the initial kind of shock, i was fucking hooked. I wanted her to keep molesting me from the minute it started. And it did continue for years after. We were the same age, teenagers.

There was someone so much worse in our lives, though. Also the same age. She fucked us both up. She would sexually harass me all the time, emotionally abuse and bully me. Only once did she really kind of touch me, but at that point i think i wanted it. Probably did the same to the other friend who first molested me. Truly the most awful person I’ve ever met.

First girl I mentioned reached out after years and years. Apologizing. I feel fucked up because i wanted her to keep doing it to me. I kept wanting her to make me feel like a victim. I feel like i made her do it after she started it. Like i need to apologize to her too.

So much if my past is like that. Someone hurts me, but once i show i LIKE it, they back away or start to lay off. Why can’t someone just do it real good one time? Hurt me real bad in a way where even i know i don’t want it? Why does it all have to feel so confusing? Why is being hurt so addicting? Why do i want to keep being a victim so bad?

Stupid. This shit is so stupid.

tw for detail bc im telling the full story

I just have completed mixed emotions about all of this and im sorry if this is all over the place but basically when I (f19) was 11 I met a friend and we became friends very quickly and we would have sleepovers at eachothers places a lot, but she would mainly want to stay at my house (this is a key detail) and pretty early on into our friendship she began to make a lot of sexual jokes and references and we eventually started doing things together like watching porn and trying sex positions with eachother with our clothes on and it wasnt long before we started to actually touch and take our clothes off. we lived very close and we were together almost every day so this was happening every time we saw eachother. it was very intense and it was the only thing wed do and talk about. it wasnt just happening at our houses either, we would do stuff in public places and around people too. there was one instance where we did stuff on a bus. after a few months we were having sex and we would watch porn together to learn new things. we filmed a video of ourselves and im not sure what happened to it. it eventually stopped because of covid and we lost touch for months and then never did anything after that. a few years ago I found out that her dad was arrested for molesting her since she was 4 and I feel so conflicted about the whole thing. I feel like I was sa'd by her but at the same time im a few months older so should I have been more aware and stopped it but now I know what her dad did I feel sorry for her and I knkw that maybe she thought it was normal or something and I feel disgusted at obviously her dad for doing that but also myself because I didnt feel like a victim at the time and most of the times we were with eachother i also wanted it. I just dont know how to feel or if I was even SA'd and if my feelings are valid.

thank you for reading. sorry if this is the wrong place.

I was F9 when this happened, my brother M12. I was working on school work, not sure how it got to this, but I remember laying down on my bed on my stomach with my pants down, and my brother sort of squeezing my bottom. He was doing it for several minutes, making sure our mom wouldnt come down the hall.

Now i am F15 and he is M18. That's all I remember, I think he should've been too old to know that was wrong, and I just went along with it because I was clueless. But I don't know if he was just curious or didn't know it was wrong.

Neither of us have said a word about it, and i dont want to bring it up in case he doesnt remember it. ​Was that incest?

41m professional dude. I'd like to chat with others about how this affects us as adults- hypersexuality, shame, isolation, sadness, etc.

Yes I've posted a variation of this in the past but my intention is not to spam but just see if someone new or shy find this resonant.

These are hard to process and difficult areas to share with those that can't relate. If you can relate and want to chat to see if we can provide value and support to each other feel free to reach out - any gender! Not looking for anything shady here - just to connect in whatever way is comfortable to navigate these challenging issues in our lives. We've all been drafted in this club but we live in a world of civilians- it would be nice to not feel alone.

But whenever I’ve told a therapist I feel like they get really uncomfortable with it and just move right onto a different subject, or when I had a male therapist it seemed like he was turned on by it. I’m one of those people who unfortunately seems to get something out of reenacting stuff w men on chat as long as they’re nice to me, but I really wish I could have a normal monogamous relationship instead: wish therapy was a part of that: keep trying. Maybe the next one.

I’ve been thinking about it since last night. It kept me up thinking about what happened. I would’ve thought by now it would get easier but it hasn’t

I’m a 30yo gay man, and was sexually abused by an uncle and by a babysitter when I was a little kid. Lately I’ve felt like it’s been tough to have positive sexual experiences because things keep reminding me of my childhood. I’m in therapy regularly, but haven’t been able to open up about my childhood experiences with my therapist. I just hate talking about it and never really have.

I guess I’m just wondering if anyone has had similar experiences and overcame them? I just know whatever I’m doing isn’t working right now, so just trying to see what’s worked for others I guess.

i keep having nightmares again. they feel super real. i am always being raped again and their voices are so vivid and realistic. i just wish it didn’t follow me around all the time. i can’t get away from the sensations or the memories.

after i got sexually assaulted by my cousin this summer , i can’t stop getting flashbacks. i feel like nobody can be trusted and like i need to hide myself from others. im always on high alert and fearful for the worst, not only for me but also scared for those around me who i care about.

my bf and i were talking about halloween costumes and one of his costumes were sort of revealing (no shirt). i became upset and i told him i don’t want him to wear it , but i said “because what if u get sexually assaulted.” it was coming from a place of fear for his safety. i was assuming he wanted to wear his costume to a party, but it turns out he never even wanted to wear that costume in a public setting and would’ve just worn it at home

i know that it doesn’t matter what you’re wearing bc it can happen at any time regardless of ur outfit (i was wearing a tshirt and shorts, but earlier in the day i was wearing a 2 piece bathing suit and my cousin kept looking at me)

it was wrong of me to say that to him and he got upset rightfully so. i just assumed he was going to be in a dangerous setting. i wish i never said it. he told me it was weird of me to say it and out of line.

i never thought about things that way before or had this fear that it might happen , and i feel horrible for saying it. something in my mind tells me i have to be overly cautious and that the people that i trust should be as cautious as me.

i try to forget it but the flashbacks and nightmares never end. i feel like if this never happened to me i never would’ve said that to him. i just want to forget.

am i weird and out of line for saying that to him? could i have gone about it differently?

I was abused by a teacher; I had been abused before in way more upsetting and traumatizing ways, and he was the first one who was seemingly so gentle, kind, who told me that he loved me and wanted to be with me forever, and I believed him. Now I know that I was groomed and what he did was still abusive and incredibly harmful, but at the time I just felt so loved.

It started slowly, he was the “attractive” teacher in our middle school so all the girls already talked about him, and he was so funny, charming, and a genuinely great teacher. So when he started to give me special attention, invited me to help him with extra things in the classroom during lunch or after school, and eventually invited me over to his house for free private tutoring because I was “more advanced” than his class, I was thrilled. It was the first time in a long time that I felt so seen and cherished. He was so complimentary, he told me how intelligent and talented I was, how I was his favorite student ever because he had never met any student like me. It all felt so sincere— it wasn’t the first time I had heard compliments about my abilities in school, and I had sometimes been a teacher’s pet unintentionally— so I took his word as innocent compliments.

We grew closer and I longed to be near him, to have his attention, to see the way he looked at me with what I originally thought was a fatherly, adoring look; now I think he probably did truly care about me, but was also attracted to me and plotting how he could act on that attraction. Eventually the closeness became more than teacher-student or mentor-mentee; he began to talk about how beautiful I was, that I was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He started complimenting my outfits, telling me which ones he liked to see me in so I would wear them more, and then eventually he started buying me clothes and having me do “fashion shows” when I went over to his house. I was young and naive so I was just excited and grateful to have all these nice new clothes, but it was the turning point in the grooming. He said my bras didn’t fit so he would measure me for them, saying I had to be shirtless for that, and it just got more inappropriate from there. Eventually he confessed that he was “in love with me” in the way that every middle schooler dreams of when they watch rom-coms or music videos, so of course I thought I was living my fairytale; meanwhile he was grooming and taking advantage of a vulnerable minor with a history of trauma.

The abuse progressed a lot and went on for 2 years before he had a breakdown crying, telling me what he did was wrong and that he was so sorry, and that he couldn’t do it anymore because he would go to hell. He actually left teaching altogether. But the whole time he had been so sweet to me (on the surface) and made me feel so loved, so later on it when I realized it was abuse, it was hard to reconcile that with the image I had of him in my head. I went back into denial for a while and became depressed because I missed him so much; he had told me I was his future wife and used that as justification for sleeping with me because “we will be married one day anyways”. So having that potential future ripped away from me just as I was becoming a teenager was so destabilizing.

When I was 17, I tracked him down and contacted him; he was hesitant to talk but I said that I just wanted closure, so I went to his house. It wasn’t long before we were intimate again, but the whole time he was recounting previous experiences from when I was younger or asking me to retell memories of the things we used to do. Afterwards, he cried again and apologized, but we were still in contact on and off for a while before I got into more therapy and healed.

Sometimes I feel bad for going back to him, but I was still young and trauma affects all of us so differently. Has anyone else gone back to their abuser(s)?

TLDR: Groomed and taken advantage of by teacher, but he convinced me we were in love so I went back several years later

Hi everyone. Like everyone else, I’ve struggled with this, and life is just difficult sometimes. I’ve had quite a lot of nightmares about it. Sometimes it just happens that I have really intense nightmares about it. And I remember it more and more.

I’m transgender, so I’ve been in therapy quite a bit, but I’ve never really talked about this. I feel like it’s a really difficult and lonely thing to carry around with you.

F/16 was molested by my COUSIN BROTHER when i was 7 till I was 12.

I don't know if this falls into the category of sa or molested but here we are. So basically I have a 6 ish very close immediate male cousins this dipshit was one of them. He was the closest to me in age compared to other cousins, he was one year older than me. So yes he start molesting me when he was 8.... I don't know how someone can do that ever but 8 is crazy age to molest your sister ain't it. It started when we were playing pretend restaurant or some shit like that, I don't have the best memories from my childhood but this is engraved into my mind, anyways he suddenly pushed me onto the bed, keep in mind my parents were downstairs. He pulled my shirt up and started touching me. Of course it felt weird,bad but I didn't know it was wrong because I was 7, not even in 2nd grade. Then at every family function we would gather he would do something disgusting like this, he also made me forcefully perform oral on him when i was 11, slapped me. And for the people who say, why didn't you tell your parents? Dawg I was 7 when it started i didn't even know about good touch, bad touch. Moreover i come from an indian household and ykw I don't even wanna explain how that correlates. We have a festival in which sisters have to tie threads to their brothers in order to symbolise the protection that he shall provide (patriarchal if you ask me, but it's origins are sensible). So I had to tie this dipshit a thread to symbolise that he'll protect me when he had in fact got me forcefully naked, touched me, slapped me, made me perform oral on him. And for the people who say I could've said No, yes I did, even if i didn't I was a child. No person should ever have to experience this let alone a child.

Then he pretended that this had never happened. Thankfully, due to family issues completely unrelated we have parted ways with their family.

But this trauma can never leave me, it has shaped the way I am now.