I have name changed to write this.
Someone from my past contacted me the other night (FB) and it seems to have brought up some really unhappy memories from my past and I am alone in lockdown and want to write my thoughts down. I hadn't spoken to him for nearly 30 years and he phoned me on messenger.
I was a teenager late 80s/90s.
This person was someone I had a relationship with, I was 16 and he was 26, my parents were fine with this, which looking back shows a huge amount of either naivety or lack of care on their part, I like to think the former.
I met him while I was out clubbing in a members only club.
I was going into bars and clubs from the age of about 13 with my parents knowledge (sometimes) and getting drunk and sleeping with men a lot older than myself (I met a guy in his 40s in a Casino when I was 14 and was sleeping with him and he was loaded and used to just hand out cash - but not for the act of sex IYSYIM it was more subtle than that) he was married with children.
On several occasions I slept with people I didn't want to/ wasn't comfortable with/was totally off my head and unable to consent.
I was taking a lot of taking drugs and drinking and ended up with a drug habit by the time I was 17 which did nearly kill me.
I have since had a family (my children were the making of me) and stumbled through a marriage, broken (sometimes abusive relationships) and am now in my second marriage which has its ups and downs like any other, generally happy but I think we are two damaged people who sometimes heal each other and sometimes don't know how to do that.
I thought I was over all this stuff, but this has really knocked me and made me think about all the other incidents that I have shoved to the back of my mind, I suppose because they are painful and put down as a rather "wild" childhood when actually nowadays I would be waving a massive "I am being exploited" flag, and I was just allowing myself to be, or being abused (I always told my real age to anyone I slept with). I did look a lot older than I was but I was a child in a women's body.
Should I just get over myself as obviously I can't change anything, or should I forgive myself and accept that a lot of that wasn't within my control because I wasn't mature enough to make good decisions, and be a bit kinder to that vulnerable child who seems to have reappeared
within me these last few days?
I have built a good career for myself and a lot of my work is CE (it has kind of just happened like that really) but I think subconsciously I have been drawn towards it because I am seeing that girl and trying to help her - nowadays I would be better protected wouldn't I? I was the model student at school so no one knew.
Does anyone else who was a teenager in this era feel the same way - looking back at it now?