I keep trying to type this but nothing comes out! My mind goes blank. I have words right??? I can think??
I met a guy. He seemed nice. We talked... we were going to hang out. But because I'm very screwed up I agreed to going over to his house. I will never be able to describe what it looked like. When I got there he led me back to the backyard and I could see inside the house but then we kept walking back to the back of the yard to this gross garden shack… I thought he was just getting something out of the shack but then he went inside and I realized this is where he lived. I’m not even going to try and describe how nauseatingly disgusting this shack was. The most disgusting revolting shameful part is that I had sex with him. I just kept walking and kept saying yes. But I didn’t always say yes, I said no many many times even though he didn’t listen. But then I just feel pathetic, I have a voice right?? I can say if I don’t want to do something??
I didn’t realize that it would last... this happened last week on Friday and I still can’t stand to be in my skin. I shower, I change my clothes constantly but nothing feels okay, I clean things, I cleaned my room, I cleaned my car, I cleaned all my makeup brushes and nothing helps me feel less dirty. I remember driving home feeling like I needed to get out of my skin… but I thought it would go away.
My sessions on Tuesday and today have started out with small talk for about 10 minutes and then slowly lead into talking about this. And I mean really slowly, and when I say small talk I mean REALLY small.
I hate how the best sessions are the ones that make me feel the worst. When I listened to my session from today it felt like we were reading from a script… it was so perfect. He finished my sentences with so much ease…. I would start to say something but be overwhelmed with tears and he could expand on exactly what I was thinking. He could read my mind and take all these feelings and give them words.
I said a few times thought the session that I feel like he knows what I should do and he’s holding out on me. I don’t need any of this I just need to know how to stop feeling dirty. He actually did give me a few steps… which aren’t anything concrete, except he said I could journal.. that’s concrete. I told him that I felt like my journal would get up and run away. He also explained how I’ll need to forgive my body. My body enjoyed it while my head and my heart were screaming no. how genius... exactly how I felt but didn’t have the words.
I hate this more than anything… I walked STRAIGHT INTO IT. It is 100% my fault and I have absolutely no business being upset about something I did knowingly. I did this knowingly and now I'm crying about it, acting like a victim. SO MUCH SHAME! Definitely won’t be keeping this up for long.