I'd like to clarify, I'm not looking for sympathy. I simply want to share this and for anyone who's been through the same thing, maybe they can relate (unfortunately)
I was subjected to perverted behavior from my own grandfather from the ages of 9-15.
The actual molestation only happened once, when I was 11.
Here's how it has, and still is affecting me:
Self Harm

I never really thought of him as a grandfather, I met him for the first time when I was 9 and he let me act however I wanted and he didn't treat me like a normal grandfather would.
I'm always blamed myself for letting all of this happen. At the age of 12 I knew he was perverted, yet I kept spending time with him because I liked being showered with gifts.
I know now that he was grooming me, but I can't help but to beat myself up over it.
From 15-17 I would self harm bc of how much of a freak I thought I was. I had to go to the ER for emergency stitches at one point.
I carry those scars every day.
Feeling disgusting during sexual intimacy

Not every intimate interaction with my boyfriend is full of disgust, there have been many genuinely amazing experiences.
But sometimes during sex or when my boyfriend kisses my neck, I shut down internally. I feel so dirty and wrong, I feel disgusting in my own skin. Sometimes I felt like I wanted to die in the moment...
It's so odd because at the same time I'm very hypersexual. And go figure, my hypersexuality started at around 9.
I feel like I have no grandfather now

My maternal grandfather wasn't even there to be my mother's dad. I never met my paternal great-grandfather (he passed away) and my paternal grandfather molested me.
The only normal grandfather figure I had in my life was my maternal great-grandfather. He was everything a real grandfather should be and more, he was loving and kind and normal. He passed away a few years ago, and it hurts so much knowing I have no grandfathers now.
I could have had one more grandfather if he thought of me the way he was supposed to.
The truth is
I tell people he's dead to me, but for someone to be truly dead to you, they can't affect you anymore. So the truth is, he's not dead to me. He always lingers in the back of my mind, I can't seem to get rid of him. Sometimes I wish he would die, but I know that won't ease the burden of the mental torment he's putting me through.
So, despite of it all, am I happy now?
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