FiguringLifeOutOneFuckUpAtATime ·
29/06/2024 14:14
First time posting, long time lurker here.
TW: historical child SA detail.
I'm not sure what I'm expecting from this to be honest, I just need it out of my head a bit. For context, I had a mental breakdown 2 months ago (slowly improving now) so things are still a bit messy in my head and I don't have many people to talk to openly.
When I was 9 (early 90's) my parents allowed me to take my younger brother (7) swimming alone to the local swimming baths. We were fairly sensible kids. We swam, all good, then went to get changed. All the girls changing rooms were in use, so I walked around a bit to wait for an available one.
An older man (using one of the family rooms by himself) noticed me & "kindly" offered the use of that room while he went to shower. He returned a minute later, I had already removed my costume & was in my towel. I was uncomfortable & wanted to get done & out quickly. He started saying that he often needed to help his granddaughters get dried off properly, and offered to help me. I was a shy, quiet kid & I just... froze. He started drying me, paying particular attention between my legs ("they always miss this bit"). He then removed his own towel & touched himself while also touching me. Got me sit down while he positioned himself in front of me, telling me "it wouldn't hurt... it was usually a grown up thing that feels good... but I was special...". I didn't understand what was happening, still frozen, but just as he tried to penetrate me I suddenly got so scared & quietly said "no". I know now I was fortunate to in such a public place, surrounded by other people. He didn't push it, took his stuff & left the changing room. I was shaking & so confused.
I never told anyone about it (until many years later) & tried to push down the memory. I was afraid I'd messed up, I was responsible for my younger brother, but hadn't even been able to look after myself. I blamed myself, it was my fault. I had let myself down, my parents would be disappointed in me. I felt guilty for not having said anything at the time, what if that "man" had done similar things to his granddaughters (if they even existed).
It affected me subconsciously for a long time. I developed an eating disorder in my teens, diagnosed with depression/anxiety at 15, nearly dropped out of school. I started drinking & getting into messy/abusive situations & relationships at 16. I was raped, while drunk, by a "friend" twice my age when I was 16, again I didn't tell anyone at the time. I had counselling on & off all through til my early 20's, but I never talked about what happened. As a teen I was concerned it might get disclosed to my mom. She didn't deal with stress well & I wanted to protect her from that, even when I was 9.
Fast forward to now... I'm almost 40, I'm a single mom to 2 young children. I lost my mom nearly 2 years ago. It plays on my mind that I never told her. I never explained to her why I struggled so much through my teens, never even gave her the chance to support me through it.
I have a 6yo daughter, I would be horrified to know that she experienced something & couldn't tell me. I still carry so much guilt. I am very aware of the importance of teaching both my children about healthy boundaries & keeping themselves safe. I don't remember being explicitly given this information when I was younger.
I know other people have gone through so much worse and manage to build a happy life despite it all. I feel stuck.
AIBU to still let what happened to me 30 years ago live rent-free in my head? Or should I be "over it" by now?