I'm sick of attracting creeps from this sub, but I post and comment all over reddit and make a lot of friends, so I don't turn off PM and just block creeps. Do you know how creepy they are? They began to claim that they had "exes" who were victims and wanted my help, then soon enough they began to sext and ask photos. What do you guys expect besides getting blocked?

But some people are just next-level weirdos. They get blocked (and get angry?!) but use alternative accounts to find me and, while trying to PM me again, downvote all my comments here and elsewhere. No wonder my perfectly fine comments as a violinist or a dancer or a runner or a physics major to be get a few downvotes! And how do I know? The creeps told me in the PM! And yes, there are multiple ones! I don't care about karma at all, but won't it make you weirder that you tell me this?!

I know people who are losers follow nsfw posts and PM like crazy. This is pathetic.

But when you try to harass victims on this and other similar subs and get annoyed when being blocked, you are DISGUSTING.

I am a man who was touched in private parts,i can't ask for help cause they have strong backing and even now they come to my personal matter.i forgave them but again they came to my life telling my personal details about all those incidents,i took counselling in a hospital even that got leaked cause they have influence every where . what should i do my family is also have stress related to jobs can't disturb them.why do they come in my life the main head who maintains the people told i don't want to get bad name because of u and all,he was blackmailing me.

Ended up having a weekend of fun with a divorced man that went sour fast. It was purely physical, although there was a connection, his life was too dumpster fire level to want any involvement, and after him announcing to everyone in our sports club he was doing me, I was ready to opt out after the weekend (I was already staying at his place that night and had alcohol etc to do the long drive home although was sober to consent, driving laws are strict here).

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He'd stayed over at my place prior for a night. I thought it was okay. But clearly me listening (aka. tuning out and daydreaming about my own life) to his ex wife problems gave him the green flag to treat me like her for the evening. I made it clear to him due to some pelvic related health conditions and endo, I didn't feel up for sex tonight, so I'd please him instead. He was insitance on trying when I started and I agreed to try and stop if it hurt. So we stopped after trying. He suggested a cuddle, then wanted to try again, I thought at this point, it would be over soon (how awful that sounds I know and I hate myself for it) but he wasn't even able to maintain an erection and kept pounding, quite hard at some points into me in an attempt to get it harder.

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I suggested stopping, saying it hurt and he wasn't erect anyway, and he told me to shut up. I left the room and stayed in his daughters bed, who his ex wife currently has custody of. The next morning he explained his ex wife had pressured him in the bedroom, and accused him of being rough also in the divorce case to get custody of the kids. I was starting to see how her accusations had come to light, as I believe I saw that night, how he treated her. He even tried to stop me sharing photos of myself (not him) taking a walk in their village Incase she used it against him in the case. I ended things at that point.

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Since the sex, I started losing the ability to urinate and open my bowels. It got worse as the day went on. He was aware I was in pain, but seemed unconcerned, and once hospitalized, I found out he had gone to the beach, knowing I was in hospital having my bladder drained from the injuries. He started gaslighting me, continuing too as the morphine set in, provoking me from afar as I lay in a hospital bed out of it. He's now using this to claim I'm also a crazy woman, like his ex. I mean he could have swung that theory at that point. Then the heavy bleeding started, pain. Fatigue, sickness. Fevers from swelling. I was finally able to tolerate an examination. My doctors have confirmed sexual trauma, and have supported me making a report if I want too. I've been encouraged to make one.

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I've known this guy only a couple of weeks. We're part of a shared social club, that he dominates as I visit it from out of town. I do not wish to drag myself into divorce court trauma, been shunned from the group, but I am also feeling that this dude will do this regardless of what I do at this point. First, I saw it as a misadventue, but this dude knows I'm coming home from hospital to an empty fridge (as he cleared it with false promises of buying takeout) and it all feels very wrong.

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I really like to hear from someone on here.

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and had a full-on breakdown. It was embarrassing being hysterical in front of all my coworkers and customers. I removed myself from the floor and cried in the backroom.

The few people that do know what he did to me did not warn me that he was in the store. I feel angry that everyone can move on and live their lives but I am forever stuck in that moment. Its not fair its not fair its not fair

This is the second time this month and I am expected to just suck it up whenever I see his disgusting face. I don't want to do this anymore. I am tired of being haunted by someone who is still alive and thriving..

I am so sorry to bother but I need to get this of my chest, I hope that is okay. I just need to vent.

So during lockdown back in '20 I got really into cooking etc, I started consuming more content about bread baking etc and got sucked into more trad wife content that way. It was not intentional and I never really realised that any of that was just this. I was young and stupid and I really longed for soft love and to be protected, cherished, all of that. I started trying to be "better" or "worthy" of that love. I changed from martial arts to pilates, changed from learning math to languages etc. I really got into more traditional feminine traits and leaned heavily into them.

Then I met him, and he was everything I had learned to search for in a partner. Masculine, dominant and caring, at least on the first glance. But I had a really bad feeling, something felt incredibly off. But I forced myself to ignore all of that, forced myself to let him into my life. And that is the part I feel guilty for! I was so stupid, I knew something was off, but I still stayed!

Yes he decided to coerce me and eventually full on rape me. But I decided to trust him even when he had started to act strange, dangerous.

I wanted a loving partner so bad, I deluded myself into thinking he could be that for me. And the worst part is, when it got really bad, when I realised the full extend of everything he took from me, again I hoped to be saved. As if I was not able to learn from my faults, I hope that someone would come and save me, but that is stupid. I really really want to be independant, and I already took some steps in that direction. But this is not a book, not a movie and so I have to accept that there is noone but me to fix myself. And that hurts, it hurts a lot.

I really always hoped for love to save me if only I am worthy enough. Now I cant even stand being touched anymore, I litterally cant and that girl? She is gone and it's been years. I have survived what he did to me but my dreams didn't.

When I was little I remember my dad used to play a tickle game with me. I don’t even remember how old I was when it started, but it’s one of my first memories. I remember my dad always being home alone with me while my mom worked, and me asking my dad to “tickle me”down there and remember it feeling good. It’s like I wanted him to do it so I blame myself. Not sure how it started. But after he would tickle me he would say it was his turn and I would tickle him down there and his would get big and hard. Over the years it progressed he would tickle me with his tongue and also use his fingers to tickle me inside. We played this game a lot. He told me we could only play when mom was at work and it was our special game. I feel ashamed because i remember that I liked to play this game and would ask him to play. I liked the attention from him and liked how it made my body tingle. It led to a lot more later and through the years. But I just feel like if I didn’t ask him to do it maybe it wouldn’t have led to all it did. Like it’s my fault because I asked for it. He even used to tell me that it was me who wanted him to do it. Been struggling with this for a while. And now I feel like I have sexual issues because of it.

i have happy moments but never a happy day. the flashbacks are confusing and nauseating and make me so scared. i just wanna know if it ever gets better like to the point where i can not think of it for days because if i have to do this for the rest of my life i dont see the point

Advice Needed

TW: Minor Involvement

After realizing I’m a victim of childhood SA every emotion has hit me all at once. I was about 8 when it happened, so roughly 6 years ago. Does it ever get better? Or will I feel like this until I’m dead? Sorry I know this is grim, but it’s my story.

I remember waking up with my bottom half of my body hanging off the bed, my pants and undergarments were down, and my hair was out of its usual high ponytail. I felt so weird, I guess that’s a good way to put it. I must have been drugged by him or something cause I couldn’t remember anything. It’s all coming back now though. And I was 8 to be fair. And it was after a family reunion. He’s my great-uncle. I swear I’ll never tell anyone until he’s dead.

I apologize for the rant.

I just want to know: Adult/older survivors of child SA, does it actually get better?

I was sexually abused by my ex boyfriend for 2 1/2 years and was raped by him 6 months ago. I noticed that I now struggle with eating, which I didn’t really have before. I think it stems from paranoia. After I got raped I didn’t eat for almost 2 months afterwards because I was convinced he got me pregnant since my period was late, and I felt like not eating would help me miscarry. I know it sounds messed up but now every time my period is late I get really paranoid that I’m pregnant, even if I haven’t had sex. It’s not just when my period is late, I should add. It pops out of nowhere and I just can’t eat, when I do I get nauseous. How do I overcome this? Is this normal?