Scared of digging deeper into my memories [Vent/SA Discussion]
Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2026 10:44 pm
Not sure how to title this. I have a million things on my mind.
Basic background info; transgender, 22, a million different mental illnesses, probably aroace (more on this later)
The prompting for this is simple. I am haunted by dreams of SA. I am almost always the victim, but have been the perpetrator in at least one that I can recall. I always wake from these distressed and uneasy.
And, if I had a clear memory of being assaulted, it would make sense. But it doesn't. I can't remember anything blatant. There are small things, things that might even be perfectly normal. But I don't know.
And yet I am just. Plagued by this sense of nausea and unease. Am I forgetting something? It doesn't make sense - I wasn't around enough people to have been assaulted, right?
The idea of participating in sex makes me want to rip my skin off. Reading/viewing NSFW is... fine in the moment but I feel awful and sick afterwards (which I think can be attributed to plurality - the person typing this isn't the one seeking this shit out).
I genuinely don't know what to do. I've broached the topic to my therapists before but they just kinda shrug because well. It doesn't seem like anything happened. And maybe its just a fear of not being in control - compounded by trauma around my body being viewed as a sex object due to puberty.
Has anyone else experienced that sort of difficulty in opening Pandora's box? In confronting what may have been assault, or nothing at all? I'm scared, and I don't have anyone to turn to.
Basic background info; transgender, 22, a million different mental illnesses, probably aroace (more on this later)
The prompting for this is simple. I am haunted by dreams of SA. I am almost always the victim, but have been the perpetrator in at least one that I can recall. I always wake from these distressed and uneasy.
And, if I had a clear memory of being assaulted, it would make sense. But it doesn't. I can't remember anything blatant. There are small things, things that might even be perfectly normal. But I don't know.
And yet I am just. Plagued by this sense of nausea and unease. Am I forgetting something? It doesn't make sense - I wasn't around enough people to have been assaulted, right?
The idea of participating in sex makes me want to rip my skin off. Reading/viewing NSFW is... fine in the moment but I feel awful and sick afterwards (which I think can be attributed to plurality - the person typing this isn't the one seeking this shit out).
I genuinely don't know what to do. I've broached the topic to my therapists before but they just kinda shrug because well. It doesn't seem like anything happened. And maybe its just a fear of not being in control - compounded by trauma around my body being viewed as a sex object due to puberty.
Has anyone else experienced that sort of difficulty in opening Pandora's box? In confronting what may have been assault, or nothing at all? I'm scared, and I don't have anyone to turn to.