Understanding
Heyy there. I’ve recently started having memories of me being touched by several family members. I’ve been soo confused. I want to understand it. I still don’t know if I am to call it abuse.
at the early age of maybe 3/4/5 I was touched by a family member who was then 6/7 years older. I am not able to call it abuse because I feel like he was young too then and what bothers me was that I liked it. I do t think he ever forced me we did things that I think I went along with also. This confuses me soo much
and then another family meme we also who is a lady would touch me and make me sick her breast and all and i still don’t think it was forced because I agreed. I was 4/5 around then.
and then the third family member who is also a lady made me do the same she’s touch me and I’d touch her too. I was 5/6/7 I’m soo confused
last one is at around same age a family member who is way older probably in his late twenties or early thirties made me run his nipple.
the first three were most older than me by 6/7 years
@versatileEyes762
Hey there, sorry to hear you are particularly struggling at the moment, and that you've had these experiences.
I know the word abuse sounds scary, and I know that in our heads, things have to fit into certain categories to be labelled that.
You've probably seen the cup of tea video on consent? I can't quite remember all off the top of my head.
At those young ages, are you really capable of making decisions, such as consent? Should that person really be asking a young child to do these things when they probably aren't understanding enough to make these decisions?
And agreeing to it may not be because you want to, but because you feel pressured.
Just giving you some things to think about, and I hope it helps.
No one has the right to abuse you, or to act inappropriately towards you. You are strong and remember yes, it happened, but these are just memories, it is not happening now 💜
Here if you need ☀️
Thank you soo much for this. I have a hard time seeing it as abuse and I blame myself sometimes, I just don’t know how to feel
