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Off-Topic Posts / Childhood and Adult based Sexual Trauma
« Last post by Annie Nazzal on February 23, 2017, 07:20:44 am »This honestly was the original topic I've wanted to discuss for months but the local group here was placed on hiatus cause not enough participates and being banned from the one active duty trans mil group (that's a good new topic of discussion, cohesion of support groups) I had only a few close friends and disconnected family members to talk too. I understand this can legitly be a sensitive and triggering conversation. It does for me. But having those moments of internal strength to want to talk about a horrible event in your life comes every so often. It's why I vanished off the discord chat for a week, had a moment of weakness and needed to work on myself offline. I won't get into extreme details, but as close too generalities as possible.
I'm not asking anyone else to share what they're uncomfortable with, but I would like to share some of my experiences and patterns I've had to live with.
Funny thing about HRT for me, my memory has gotten much more sharper and detailed. Repressed and hidden memories have come to the foreground and have given me a few terrible nights and social embarrassments. One particular night while playing Werewolf with my Open Circle (pagans) and LARP friends, I was talking with the high priestess of our pack (in character) until another friend (out of character) screamed out of the blue. High pitched, startling, you name it. Everyone froze up to look at her, than I realized everyone was staring at me. I started to violently shake and start bawling. The friend who screamed ran over to me and held me for a while. We walked outside and told her what happened. A month prior I was working through three events in my life: my senior boss person threatening me to be kicked out of the army for being a trans woman, 2 years before that listening and watching young officers making open threats of **** and murder of trans people while in the dining facility while on a deployment whereas the TV was playing the Navy Seal interview about her coming out that lasted for a few months until we came back to the states, and finally when I was between 9 and 11 years old I was taken by a neighborhood boy and did some things to me and tried to make me do things to him. I explained this to her, that I'm trying to work through it amd for some reason that pitch of scream rushed those memories and events to me as if I was reliving them again. It's the weirdest thing in the world, whereas all of a sudden you're in an old and familiar place you don't want to ever see again and hearing those voices, smelling the body odor and old buildings and you have no say in the matter but letting it happen.
Thankfully I was working through it all, everything was being taken cared of. Then it was September 23 2016. For right now all I can say is that a guy did take advantage of me while fairly drunk. It's been the worst moment in my entire career, and as my new senior leader told me: "even after 20 years after my assault, you don't fully recover but you have those moments that remind you what happened, they got you less frequently as time passes." Here it is 5 months after the event, this time I did officially report it and still groing through that fight. I'm not better, but I'm not hiding as much. I'm not super distrustful of males, and more importantly I'm fighting my previous urges of self harm. Despite being 2nd generation raised in America without a significant Palestinian influence, women being sexually assaulted and then shamed are still very prevalent in my upbringing. So fighting that feeling that I've shamed my family and name, because I didn't deserve it.
I'm not asking anyone else to share what they're uncomfortable with, but I would like to share some of my experiences and patterns I've had to live with.
Funny thing about HRT for me, my memory has gotten much more sharper and detailed. Repressed and hidden memories have come to the foreground and have given me a few terrible nights and social embarrassments. One particular night while playing Werewolf with my Open Circle (pagans) and LARP friends, I was talking with the high priestess of our pack (in character) until another friend (out of character) screamed out of the blue. High pitched, startling, you name it. Everyone froze up to look at her, than I realized everyone was staring at me. I started to violently shake and start bawling. The friend who screamed ran over to me and held me for a while. We walked outside and told her what happened. A month prior I was working through three events in my life: my senior boss person threatening me to be kicked out of the army for being a trans woman, 2 years before that listening and watching young officers making open threats of **** and murder of trans people while in the dining facility while on a deployment whereas the TV was playing the Navy Seal interview about her coming out that lasted for a few months until we came back to the states, and finally when I was between 9 and 11 years old I was taken by a neighborhood boy and did some things to me and tried to make me do things to him. I explained this to her, that I'm trying to work through it amd for some reason that pitch of scream rushed those memories and events to me as if I was reliving them again. It's the weirdest thing in the world, whereas all of a sudden you're in an old and familiar place you don't want to ever see again and hearing those voices, smelling the body odor and old buildings and you have no say in the matter but letting it happen.
Thankfully I was working through it all, everything was being taken cared of. Then it was September 23 2016. For right now all I can say is that a guy did take advantage of me while fairly drunk. It's been the worst moment in my entire career, and as my new senior leader told me: "even after 20 years after my assault, you don't fully recover but you have those moments that remind you what happened, they got you less frequently as time passes." Here it is 5 months after the event, this time I did officially report it and still groing through that fight. I'm not better, but I'm not hiding as much. I'm not super distrustful of males, and more importantly I'm fighting my previous urges of self harm. Despite being 2nd generation raised in America without a significant Palestinian influence, women being sexually assaulted and then shamed are still very prevalent in my upbringing. So fighting that feeling that I've shamed my family and name, because I didn't deserve it.
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