Tags: assault by friend


Intro with situation explained.

Hello, I am Tigress, and I just joined this community, becuase I really need to talk to someone right now, and my next therapy session isn't for another two weeks. I also don't want to keep leaning on all of my real world people too much.

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Sorry if it's a bit much for just joining, but I'm really, really having a tough time right now.
Dan/Emma trl ;; actors

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Today was my friend Dustin's Wake/Funeral, I went there to pay my respect's to the family.

I was waiting in line with Brandon when I saw him. Trevor with his friends I felt tears swelling in my eyes and flashback's kept springing up. How he held me down and took the one thing I could ever truely call my own. He saw me and smiled and nudged his friends I grabbed Brandon's shirt he shrugged me off and was like get over it.

Than he walked away to go flirt with some girl.

I stood there trying not to cry. Than Trevor brushed passed me and I just stiffened he stopped talked to his friend while looking at me he raised his eye brows and I ran over to Brandon. I told him I couldn't do this and he's like than go as he wrote down the girls number.

I cried the whole way home.

my story..

this is really scattered and explicit.. probably quite triggering.. my story is not nearly as bad as some of those that i have read, but i needed to share it.. the only other person i have told in a serious way is my girlfriend, and she doesnt like to hear any details because it weirds her out.. anyone else i have told it was in a "what weird things did you do as a kid" way.. and i never told the whole story.. only that we kissed.. and never that they did it first, and told me that i had to.

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My name is Andrea and I'm 17 years old... i've finally come to terms with myself and decided to ask for help, but somehow I'm not extremely comfortable with talking to anyone I know...

So here goes the into event... I guess?


Paul was my friend since the third grade; that's about 8 years now. He was like another brother to me. We'd do just about everything together. May of 2004 changed things though... Matt, asked me to write this down so I don't start to think of it as 'no big deal'. I've only ever told him the details of this incident. Everyone else got either got Paul's side of the story or no story at all...

I guess it could be triggering. It was taken directly from the notebook that I wrote it down in that night after, so it is in both present and past tense sometimes. Sorry if you see this twice and for the length...

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I can't trust guys anymore, with the exception of my boyfriend, Matthew. Everytime a guy gets near me, I tense up and get scared that he'll try the same thing. I'll pull friends in close to me emotionally without the ability to be near them comfortably. My friends(mostly guys) and I will go away and end up getting packed into a small car... I can only stare out the window because they're too close. Outside is freedom to run away and disappear, inside is just another place where I'm stuck with no place to run to.

I've taken to a few bad habits since last summer. Not smoking or drinking, I value my brain cells, but when I can't handle things, my skin tends to suffer. Usually I can write my way out of my depression, but I've had plenty of nights alone in my mind.

How can I learn to trust again?

P.S. I'm so sorry for how long this is.

because sometimes you really need to write

Today was a wierd day following suit in a weird-ass week. I went to the Alpha Chi Omega benefit today (it's an all you can eat dessert buffet with my bets frien as an AXO, and all money goes to the Nashville YWCA to combat Domestic Violence... of COURSE I'd go!) and it was great. But not great at all. And I do apologize, this is triggering, this entire thing that happened this afternoon triggered me and I started writing... I'm sorry... Collapse )

My Story

From when I first started developing, around 9, to when I was 12 and finally had the courage to confront him instead of lying limp, like I was sleeping or dead, I was sexually abused.
This is my story.
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