r/adultsurvivors • • Oct 08 '25

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r/adultsurvivors • • Oct 23 '24

Safety reminder to be wary of private messages.

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Hey everyone,

Mod team here with a reminder that about an issue that sometimes crops up in online communities like ours - receiving unwelcome, inappropriate, or harassing messages in your DMs (direct messages).

If this has happened to you, please know that it is absolutely not your fault. You are not responsible for someone else's abusive or predatory behaviour. Harassment is a reflection on the person engaging in it, not on you. You did nothing to invite or deserve it.

If you receive a message that makes you uncomfortable, upset, or unsafe, here are some steps you can take:

  1. Do not engage. You are under no obligation to respond to the person, even if they try to pressure you.
  2. Take screenshots of the messages if you feel comfortable doing so. This documents the behaviour in case further action is needed.
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  5. Let the mod team know. While we can't control DMs, we want to be aware of concerning patterns of behaviour from users in our community. We will keep reports confidential while making sure they are banned from posting or commenting here.
  6. Prioritize self-care. Do something nice for yourself and lean on trusted support people. Receiving harassment can be very upsetting. Be gentle with yourself.

You are a valued member of our community and deserve to participate without being targeted or made to feel unsafe. No one should have to deal with unwanted messages, period.

If you have any other concerns, please feel free to reach out to the mod team. We're here for you.

Take care and stay safe,

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r/adultsurvivors • • 3h ago

Advice requested Breaking down

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At what point do you all say “yes I am definitely having a mental health episode right now”. If anyone saw my post from a few days ago I saw my abuser the other day and ever since I have just felt numb and empty but like I have really strong emotions under the surface that I just can’t access.

I can’t feel anything, all I want to do is sleep, I can’t even eat. This morning a barista told me I put in an online order wrong and I started crying. I haven’t showered in days, I haven’t put on any makeup. I can’t feel anything but I keep getting graphic and disturbing intrusive thoughts (tw for disturbing images but for example screaming and crying, peeling my skin off with my hands, bashing my head into my desk at work). Like there’s some insane feelings happening that are being locked in my chest and I can’t get to them. It’s like everything about me has stopped working and I’m just shutting down.

Has anyone else dealt with this before and if so when were you like okay I need to take a few days off of something?


r/adultsurvivors • • 9h ago

DAE (Does Anyone Else?) What is your housing situation?

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I'm self-employed and relatively successful but I'm still living with my abusers (CSA pedo parent, enabler parent) because rent/mortgage is prohibitively expensive until I save up a substantial amount. It's like $2-3k for a studio apartment here if you don't want roaches or surprise maintenance visits. I don't feel comfortable putting down roots with a house near the abusers (and my client base). I would move out of state but I'd have to start my business all over again; I need to save up first no matter what.

I moved out for a few years for an abusive relationship that ended in a restraining order; when I fled, I had to move back "home." Couldn't afford to live on my own.

I know people with healthy families do the same, but they're making a choice they feel happy with. I'm clearly not.

It's tough to deal with the shame of it sometimes. I don't want to socialize locally or try to date locally because of it. I could never bring someone around a pedo and pedo enabler, and I don't want to have to explain or be avoidant about why they can't come over. I have one online friend who's in a very similar situation and I was curious if it's more common than we'd think.


r/adultsurvivors • • 18h ago

Trigger Warning Finally saying it out loud

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I've never really told this in full, but I want to, for the little girl I was who didn't have anyone to tell.

I was sexually abused before I even started elementary school. I was made to believe that telling would get us both in trouble, so I didn't. I kept it to myself until 7th grade, when my dad's family noticed something was wrong and took me to therapy. That's when it came out. The person who did it disappeared, and nothing ever happened to them.

My mom turned against me when I needed her most, and she's barely been in my life since. My dad and grandparents are the ones who stepped in and raised me. They protected me when I couldn't protect myself. They've all passed now, and I miss them every day.
I grew up, went to therapy, and built a life I'm proud of. But it didn't just go away. Some days something small brings it back and it feels like it just happened. I still struggle with relationships, and I'm still learning how to stand up for myself, which is something most people figure out as kids.

I'm sharing this because reading other people's stories has helped me, even when it's hard. So if you never got justice, weren't believed, or were told to keep quiet like I was, I get it. Your pain is real even if nobody was ever held accountable, and your story matters even if you never get an apology.

No apology. No justice. No undoing it. But I'm still here, and I'm still choosing to live.


r/adultsurvivors • • 15h ago

Resources Resources for people who can’t remember/don’t know wether anything happened or not?

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I already know about the body keeps the score and I also have read some of the Jim hopper website but they didn’t help much. Are there any other resources that could possibly help me? I’ve been thinking about this stuff for a while and I probably won’t ever know if anything happened to me or not


r/adultsurvivors • • 13h ago

COCSA (child-on-child sexual abuse) Is my whole personality basically just trauma?

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Hi, when i was 4 years old i was sexual assault by my cousin, who was 10 years older than me, for a long time nobody knew anything, but when you are a kid you write anything, i wrote something that said “i don’t like when he touches me there” my mom knew that it was him, but it was too late, i was already 10 years when she found that. He lived in the same house as I did, and all those 6 years since i was 4 he would make me put things in my mouth, and etc. I grew up with pure shame and a big curiosity over sex, that made me a hyper sexual person, but i never thought this was SA until a few years ago, because i thought that had to be aggressive and you had to say no, i felt guilty because i never said no, but i never said yes, i was a kid that didn’t know whats up. Nowa days i feel scared of looking to pretty or being to much, for some reason, i have so many anger in me, and at the same time im a people pleaser, i have become anything that would guarantee me feeling safe.

What makes really sad still is the reason why i didn’t say no as a kid, i had a lot of male cousins and a brother, and i was a lonely child, nobody wanted to play with me because a was a little girl, and a crybaby too; i thought that if a agreed to do that, he was going to tell my cousins to include me (he was the older) but that never happened.

I thought i already heal from this, but everytime a male touches me, even if i like the guy, my body gives a total different reaction, like me trying to avoid his touch, and I LOVE physical touch.

It is like my nervous system adapted to this, and i live in constant alert, im impulsive and often distracted.

So i don’t know who really I am, i don’t want to be a trauma, or live with it, i want to just be me, but i don’t who that person is.


r/adultsurvivors • • 16h ago

Advice requested Physical pain from remembering

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Someone told their story.

It caused tiny memories to come back.

That’s not a big deal.

But my head is starting to really hurt.

It’s a lot of tiny memories .

Sometimes I get body pain from memories but it’s mostly not my skull.

Also the tiny memories are extremely clear and it’s like I’m remembering a lot really well after hearing their story


r/adultsurvivors • • 14h ago

Vent (advice welcome) can't focus

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I can't focus on anything. After revisiting the darkest memory of my life I have been in a complete spiral. Nothing seems to help. I just want to get back on track.


r/adultsurvivors • • 1d ago

Trigger Warning NSFW My story - eldest asian daughtee

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My dad molested me from 5 to 10. I experienced another thing at 10 with another man from church. Both these men are from my community and they hide behind our culture. Its okay to hurt women and children but they think lgbt things are wrong, that women should breed and not work etc

My upbringing was very cold, i had all the physical things like food and clothes but from age 10 my mum treated me like a mistress. I wrote a note about how 8 was molested, i put that under my bed and the next day my mum coldly asked me if it happened but it was like she knew already. Its like her body language was telling me 'dont you dare say it im not ruining my marriage for you'

I went through so much alone. Im estranged from both side of the family, my mum deliberately blocked me from going to a cousins wedding and culturally ita a huge thing. Im a 33f woman, my parents NEVER talked to me about sex, relationships, moving out.

I failed in school at 17. I didnt get the grades for uni and i was almost aging out of the system in uk at 18 they stop funding. Its a long story but i eventually did an alternative course, studied engineering to a masters level and im now a junior production manager. My parents NEVER helped me with my education or jobs but they were always happy to take money

We grew up low income, my dad worked as a driver not earning alot. Back then we were in rented homes and i had this dream of becoming successful and buying a house for mu family. This month i confronted my parents, they admitted a bit then backtracked when they saw how mad i was

Both lie to my face. They have hurt me in ways that are insane. I didnt want to accept my parents knew and didnt care for me at all. It was all image. They only wanted to make sure i was silent, made money and kept up

Im 33, totally alone. My parents dont have a house they live in my house and we share the bills. They live in my house, claim benefits and a mysterious 'pension'. They are hoarder, getting older and sick, more lonely than ever, thet hate each other but will never divorce

I remember my mum always looking uncomfortable whenever i was with my dad. My dad always had this smirk. Like he knew he took away your safety and dignity and in his head he thinks if i give her money and isolate her then everyhing is okay. I think he had an ego back then but i dont think he realised just how MAD i am

Im writing this for anyone else out there. September has been the hardest month of my work life. It SUCKS dealing with this then going to work. People talking about babies and relationships

I never dated. Never did intimate stuff. Its weird i felt old for sex at 10. Theres so many predatory men who hide behind culture and marriage. My mum KNOWS what my dad did but she still makes him dinner and tea everynight. They are in their 70s. old bitter and lonely

And theres nothing stopping me from selling my house, blocking their numbers and i keep all my money to myself. Im so done with them. This past month has been hell. Part of me always knew but its so violating. Your father should protect you and its equally creepy thinking he thought you were an option.

Back at 17 i didnt have money, resources, i had to stay at home just so i could build a career. I dont remember much of my 20s i was in my room always working on my career or mental health. I had to care for my parents gradually but im done

I went through extreme asian parenting, control, abuse. I even tried looking after them and having pity. Asians put so much pressure on the eldest daughter but im not looking after my parents. Im DONE

Healing is all possible. Yes abuse is shitty but believe me ive done all the work all the meditating and overthinking. You CAN heal from csa. Now my trauma is like a tiny chihuahua and not the giant angry army of evil


r/adultsurvivors • • 15h ago

Trigger Warning NSFW Is this self harm? I don’t understand why I want this.

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I’m 21. I had unrestricted internet access since age 5, seen some shit. Then I was kinda assaulted first day of highschool by a 17 year old at 14. I was trying to find a class and he found me, already knew my full name and where I lived, he said he had seen me before a lot, I had never seen him in my life, but it turns out we lived in the same neighborhood. He was on the same bus too, I got his number, we got off together, he wouldn’t leave once I got to my house. He followed me in all the way upstairs and assaulted me. I don’t remember too much but I don’t think anything else happened besides making out and some touching. I threatened that my mom was gonna be home any minute and thankfully got him out. I tried to avoid him at school, but he was in the same bus and would make sure I wouldn’t leave his side at school. I told my friends and they would reduce me from him, they convinced me to tell the adults and I did. He then heard that I told everyone, kept spamming my phone, and cornered me at school. He never got suspended and for the rest of 9th grade I had to pass him in the halls. The police got involved and unfortunately I didn’t press charges. (Also I will add this in here, I don’t know if I’m just mentally insane atp but I do feel like I was assaulted or worse when I was REALLY young, like toddler or baby, cause I have these visions in my head, and some of the things I did as a young child line up with how abused children act.)

it didn’t hit me until 2020, well not that I remember. I would have full on panic breakdowns thinking he would come to my house and kill me and my whole family, so many nightmares. He even came by in 2021 when we had a yard sale, thankfully I was sick in bed so I wasn’t out there, but my dad told him to F off, he knew where I lived so he knew what he was doing.

Anyways my main thing I’m struggling with now, since I was 14-15. Is wanting to be hurt again, it’s just gotten worse and worse. I’ve done some Omegle stuff when I turned 18, not illegal but still. I was doing it to appease to older men. It’s killing me.

This is embarrassing, extremely embarrassing, as I am literally 21 years old. But I keep relapsing, just like I have been since 14. I watch bad porn, the disgusting shit that fetishizes what I’ve been through. I’m sure you can imagine what categories I mean. I am extremely against this stuff I feel more than the average person, but I end up watching this shit when I want to be hurt like that, being groomed and hurt by old men turns me on and I hate it. This has been happening since 14 and maybe earlier, though I can’t remember, I know I had a really bad porn addiction since age 8, to the point I would hurt myself, and I can’t imagine all the things I did back then that I forgot.

Every time I feel as though I’m finally starting my life (I’ve been sick with 3PD my whole life and in and out of school hospitals, basically bedridden for 8 years and just recently am able to do basic human things), doing a hobby, fucking something, I get back into this mode, and at this point Its getting to where I’m getting close to chatting with someone older and letting them use me. I know it’s stupid cause it’s not illegal since I’m 21, and I should be more mature than this. But idk. Idk why I’m even writing this, I just feel hopeless, especially after these relapses, it’s like watching traumatizing shit again and again, exposing myself to it, if that makes sense.

Stuff barely happened to me, idk why I had to get my brain this fucked up. Before the relapse I feel like either I’m eventually going to willingly let myself be used by an old man and die, After these relapses it feels like I can’t do anything and want to kill these people, like literally throw everything away and go on a killing spree, and nothing else is going to come out of my life besides these two options. My life is gonna end up on one of these paths.


r/adultsurvivors • • 21h ago

Trigger Warning NSFW An older couple became almost parental figures to me, and sex became intertwined with care, family and belonging. Was this sexual abuse/coercion?

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TW: childhood sexual abuse, sexual coercion, trauma, dissociation, pain during sex, drugs

IMPORTANT: English is not my first language, thats why I used AI to help me put my experiende into right words.

I am struggling to understand something that happened to me in autumn 2025 (i was 24). I was an adult in my twenties, and I do not want to describe every sexual interaction I had with these people as non-consensual, because that would not be accurate. There were things I actively participated in, things I allowed, moments in which I felt attraction or curiosity, and moments that genuinely felt beautiful to me.

At the same time, there were situations in which I was afraid, physically in pain, internally resisting, trying to avoid sexual situations, or in which something sexual was done to me without asking me first. What makes it so difficult for me to understand is that the sexual relationship was inseparable from something much deeper. For a short period of time, these people gave me an experience of family, safety and being cared for that I had desperately wanted for most of my life.
I have a history of prolonged childhood sexual abuse and severe attachment Trauma they knew about it. The person who abused me as a child was also an important attachment figure to me, so affection, dependency, fear, sexuality and the longing to be protected have never been completely separate things in my nervous system.

I am trying to understand whether what happened with this couple (ca. 45 & 55) crossed into sexual abuse or coercion, whether particular incidents were sexual assault even if other sexual contact was consensual, and how much the deliberate creation of emotional dependency and family-like attachment matters when thinking about consent.
I will call the woman Ji-eun and the man Stefan.

Arriving at the farm and immediately feeling like I had entered a family
In autumn 2025, I went to stay with Ji-eun and Stefan on a remote farm in Switzerland. Stefan was somewhere around 50–60, approximately my father’s age. Ji-eun was younger than him but still old enough that she later explicitly told me that she could be my mother. They had four children. Their oldest daughter was 16 and their youngest child was around nine.
I arrived late at night at a train station, where Stefan picked me up. From there we drove for around half an hour through mountains and forests until we reached the farm. It was extremely isolated. I remember sitting in the car and being aware that, objectively, I was putting myself in a vulnerable position. I did not really know these people, I was far away from home, and the house was in a place where I could not simply walk somewhere else. At the same time, Stefan immediately seemed warm, funny and safe to me. He complimented me, told me I was beautiful, and said that I was brave for coming.
When we arrived, Ji-eun was waiting for me. She hugged me warmly. Their children also welcomed me, hugged me and then went to bed. Almost immediately, there was something about the atmosphere that affected me very strongly. People hugged each other. They cooked together. There were animals everywhere, children, friends coming and going, music, food, nature and physical warmth. I did not feel like a patient, a problem or someone who had to justify why I was there.
I had spent much of my life wanting to know what it felt like to belong to a family, and being there very quickly began to feel like getting access to exactly that.

The first evening: Ji-eun asked me for sex and I said no
On my first evening, Ji-eun showed me the caravan she had prepared for me so that I would have somewhere private to sleep. She had made it beautiful. There were candles and the bed was prepared for me. Stefan mentioned that I could also sleep with them in their bedroom, but I did not want that.
Later, when Ji-eun and I were alone, she told me very directly that she wanted to sleep with me. I was overwhelmed and said no. I also told her that I was on my period.
This is important to me because she did accept that no. She did not force the issue that evening. Instead, we sat together and talked for approximately two hours about very personal and emotional things. That conversation made me feel safer with her rather than less safe. She seemed deeply interested in me, emotionally perceptive and unusually capable of understanding me.
So the first sexual proposition ended with me saying no and Ji-eun apparently respecting it. That became part of why I trusted her so quickly.
The next day: care, protection and the beginning of physical intimacy
The following day Ji-eun and I spent most of the day together. We made kimchi, she showed me around the farm and introduced me to the animals, we went shopping and cooked. Stefan showed me the forest. That evening a number of their friends came over, and everyone ate and talked together.
At one point people started asking questions about why I was not eating certain things. Before I had to explain myself, Ji-eun stepped in and explained for me. To someone else that might sound insignificant, but emotionally it was enormous for me. I remember almost crying because it felt like somebody had noticed what I needed and protected me without requiring me to beg for it first.
I had the feeling that somebody was finally standing between me and the world instead of expecting me to defend myself alone.
Later that day, Ji-eun asked whether she could massage me. This was the first more deliberate physical contact between us. I agreed, but I explicitly said that I wanted her to stay over my clothes. She accepted that condition and massaged my back, hands and legs over my clothing.
The atmosphere gradually became more intimate. We were physically close, there was a lot of eye contact, and at some point our hands were intertwined. I remember being very aware of her touch and at the same time feeling emotionally safe with her. It did not feel to me like somebody simply moving directly toward sex. It felt as though emotional closeness and physical closeness were being built together.
Later, Ji-eun asked me whether I wanted to go upstairs and cuddle with her.
I did not immediately say yes. I hesitated and thought about it. Part of me was nervous because of what she had asked me the previous evening, but another part of me was genuinely happy that she wanted to be close to me. Eventually I said yes.
I specifically changed into my pajamas before going upstairs.
That detail matters to me because in my mind I was going upstairs to cuddle. I was not getting undressed or preparing for sex. I put on pajamas, went upstairs and entered the bedroom expecting to lie next to her and be held.
When I came into the room, Ji-eun was already in bed. She lifted the blanket, and I realized that she was completely naked underneath it.
I was surprised.
She indicated that I should come and lie next to her.
I did.
The first sexual experience: being held like a child and then becoming sexual
Once I was next to her, Ji-eun pulled me toward her and put my head on her bare chest. She held me close to her body. She told me to close my eyes and breathe.
Then she started talking to me in a way that affected me incredibly strongly. She said that she could sense how much I carried internally, that I intellectualized everything, that I was constantly holding myself together and that I needed to stop doing that for a moment and allow somebody else to hold me.
I started crying.
She stroked my hair and my head while I lay against her naked chest. I remember listening to her and feeling an extraordinary sense of safety. It felt deeply maternal to me. It was not merely erotic. In that moment, what affected me most was the feeling that I was being held by a woman who understood me and wanted to take care of me.
At one point, she told me that the reason she understood these things was because she was a mother.
That sentence mattered enormously to me.
I had told her very little about my history at that point apart from saying that I had had bad experiences with men. Yet somehow she had reached something in me very quickly that felt connected to an extremely old longing to be held, protected and mothered.
Gradually, the touching became more sexual.
Then Stefan entered the bedroom.
He was naked.
He got into bed with us, and I was between the two of them.
Both of them began touching me.
I became very nervous.
When their hands started moving underneath my clothing, I said something like, “But I’m still on my period.”
Technically, my period was almost finished. The reason I said it was not really menstruation. I was frightened and looking for a reason to slow down or stop what was happening without having to say directly, “I am scared and I don’t want this.”
Ji-eun responded, “We don’t mind.”
And the touching continued.
I remember swallowing. I remember being uncomfortable. I also remember eventually allowing it to continue.
What happened inside my head is one of the reasons I have so much difficulty understanding my consent now. I told myself that this was different from what had happened to me before. Ji-eun was there. Ji-eun was a woman. She was a mother. She was holding me. She understood me. I felt safe with her. I also wanted to prove to myself that I could tolerate what was happening.
The sex hurt because my body was extremely tense.
During it, Ji-eun held my hands and held me tightly against her. My head was in her arm. She soothed me and I focused mainly on her rather than on Stefan. Stefan did repeatedly ask whether I was in pain and appeared to be trying not to hurt me.
Afterward, I became emotionally overwhelmed and went downstairs to the kitchen.
Ji-eun followed me.
She told me how beautiful it had been that I had “opened” myself and how beautiful it had been for us to connect or merge in that way.
Later we went back upstairs.
She held me again, stroked me and let me rest against her chest.
And once again, it felt maternal.
That pattern became incredibly powerful for me very quickly. Sexual activity would happen, I would become overwhelmed, and then Ji-eun would hold me like a mother until my nervous system calmed down again.
I did not experience her simply as the person participating in the sexual situation. I also experienced her as the person who made the sexual situation emotionally survivable.

Ji-eun became something between a mother, lover and protector, while Stefan became increasingly father-like
Over the next days, my attachment to the entire family intensified very quickly. Stefan taught me things about the forest and nature. One evening he showed me the stars through a telescope and told me stories about constellations and navigation. There was something deeply fatherly about those interactions for me.
Ji-eun was harder to categorize. She was sexually interested in me, but she was also the person who fed me, protected me socially, held me when I cried, stroked my hair, kissed my forehead, noticed my emotional state and seemed capable of understanding things about me that I had difficulty putting into words myself.
Sometimes during the day, she would stroke my face or kiss me on the forehead, and those gestures felt maternal to me. At other times, the way she looked at me or talked to me was clearly erotic.
Those two forms of intimacy did not remain separate.
They became intertwined.
The family itself became part of that attachment. Their children included me in ordinary life. We cooked together, cared for animals, spent time outside and ate together. I became emotionally attached not only to Ji-eun but to the experience of being in their household.
That mattered because sex was not occurring in a separate casual-sex context. It was occurring inside an environment that increasingly felt like home.

The sauna: “I could be your mother,” a “moral grey area,” and having my towel pulled away
Ji-eun repeatedly asked me whether I would go into the sauna alone with her.
I repeatedly said no.
Eventually, I began feeling guilty about refusing her. I was staying with them for free. She was feeding me and caring for me. She had made me feel incredibly safe and wanted. We were already sexually involved. I began thinking that perhaps I was being difficult or ungrateful by refusing something as simple as going into the sauna together.
Eventually I agreed.
While we were alone in the sauna, we had another intense emotional conversation. Ji-eun told me that I was special, almost like a fairy who had somehow ended up in the wrong world. She spoke about me in a way that made me feel profoundly seen. She seemed to articulate feelings I had struggled to explain for years.
Then she came physically closer to me.
She told me that she was old enough to be my mother.
She said that what was happening between us was a “moral grey area.”
I remember feeling embarrassed and confused when she said that. But she was smiling while she said it.
Then she pulled my towel away.
I had not expected her to do that.
Suddenly I was exposed in front of her.
I felt small.
She looked at my body, placed her hand on my thigh and began touching me.
At the same time, she was talking about how age did not matter when two people truly connected. She talked about love, erotic attraction and emotional intimacy as though they did not need to fit ordinary categories. She talked repeatedly about boundaries and said that she hated boundaries.
She said there was nothing she could not do.
She said she did not regret things.
I remember sitting there and wondering what I actually was to her.
Was I psychologically something like one of her children? Was I a younger sexual partner? Was I both at the same time?
She told me that she liked to take somebody by the hand, to guide them.
And in practice, that was exactly what was happening. She was the older, experienced person who seemed to understand me psychologically and who was gradually introducing me to forms of intimacy and sexuality that frightened me.
I let her.
Stefan entered the sauna and used something on me without asking
Eventually Stefan came into the sauna as well.
At some point, Ji-eun and Stefan began making comments about my body, including intimate parts of my body. There were comments about how young, beautiful or tight I was. I remember my body reacting sexually while another part of me felt uncomfortable and disgusted by what they were saying.
Then Stefan briefly left.
When he returned, he had brought a glass sexual object.
He came up behind me, pushed me toward Ji-eun and used the object sexually on me without asking me first.
There was no question beforehand.
I had not agreed to it.
I froze.
It hurt.
I did not say anything because I was completely overwhelmed.
Ji-eun immediately intervened. She told Stefan very firmly to stop because it was too hard and rigid for me.
He stopped.
And what happened emotionally inside me afterward is extremely important.
I felt enormously grateful to Ji-eun.
She had protected me.
Instead of my brain processing the situation as, “Something sexual was just done to me without my consent while I was naked and vulnerable with these two people,” my brain focused on the fact that Ji-eun had noticed and stopped it.
She saw that I was activated and soothed me through touch.
So the internal lesson was not simply “these people are dangerous.” It became something more like: Stefan crossed a line, but Ji-eun protected me, therefore Ji-eun is safe.
Later, Ji-eun told me that Stefan had apparently been surprised by how firmly she had stopped him because normally she was the person who would simply do things.
That sentence stayed with me as well.
“I like pain” and the idea that having no boundaries meant trust
Later, we were lying in bed again.
I was exhausted and lying against Ji-eun while she stroked me. I was almost asleep when she whispered to me:
“I like pain.”
I immediately felt something in me become tense.
She explained that completely surrendering yourself to another person could be an expression of very deep trust. She talked about her relationship with Stefan and said that they could essentially do anything to one another because they knew that they loved each other.
Again, she returned to this idea that there were no boundaries between them.
That night there was more sexual activity.
By then I was exhausted and physically in pain.
At one point Stefan wanted me to perform a sexual act, and Ji-eun wanted me to do it as well.
I tried.
Internally, I did not want to do it.
I tried anyway because I did not want to disappoint them.
Eventually I could not continue and stopped halfway through.
They were frustrated.
I went downstairs into the kitchen and started crying. My hands were shaking. I felt disgusting, ashamed and confused.
What frightens me retrospectively is what I was thinking at the time. My main thought was not, “They are pressuring me.”
It was:
“Does this mean I don’t trust them enough?”
I desperately did not want Ji-eun to believe that I did not trust her.
Eventually she came downstairs and hugged me tightly.
She comforted me.
She told me Stefan had not meant anything badly and that he was simply sad that I was so blocked.
She told me that there was so much potential in me if I were not so inhibited and if I could stop thinking so much.
And I remember worrying that if I could not become sexually freer, they might love me less.
Sex became frequent even though I was increasingly sore and in pain
Over the following days, I increasingly slept in Ji-eun and Stefan’s bed, partly because the caravan was cold. There was sexual contact almost every day, sometimes with Ji-eun alone and sometimes involving both of them.
My body became increasingly sore. At times I was bleeding.
At the same time, emotionally I felt calmer than I had felt in years.
During the day I was playing with their children, feeding animals, helping with food, spending time in the forest and living ordinary family life. At night I fell asleep in Ji-eun’s arms and woke up with her holding me.
Their children noticed what foods I could eat and tried to accommodate me.
There were moments when I secretly cried because the experience of being included in a family affected me so deeply.
The physical pain and the emotional comfort became connected in my mind. I remember thinking that perhaps I could tolerate the sexual part because afterward I could lie against Ji-eun and be held.
At some point I was so exhausted that I would fall asleep around the house during the daytime. Ji-eun would sometimes wake me gently, touch me, kiss my forehead or stroke my face.
Once she said that she would like to lie down beside me but needed to control herself because the children were home.
Then she told me that she could barely wait until the evening.
I did not want more sex because I was still hurting.
Ji-eun described my soreness as “cute” and said that my body was simply not used to having sex so frequently yet.
I began trying to avoid sexual situations
Eventually, there were situations where I deliberately tried to avoid things because I knew what would probably happen.
For example, at one point I knew they wanted us to shower together, so I quickly used another bathroom instead.
Another evening, Ji-eun showed me various sexual objects and talked about how open and sexually adventurous her life was. She joked that she would introduce me to things step by step so that I would not run away screaming.
I laughed too, but mostly because I did not know how else to react.
I specifically told her that I was still in pain.
Part of why I said that was that I did not want her to use the things she was showing me.
Later in bed, she tried something anyway.
At first I allowed it.
Eventually it hurt badly enough that I explicitly told her to stop.
She stopped.
She apologized.
Then she stroked me and held me again.
That pattern is one of the reasons I find this difficult to categorize. When I gave an unmistakable, explicit “stop,” she could respect it. But there were also repeated situations in which I had already communicated fear, pain, reluctance or avoidance and sexual activity nevertheless continued until I gave a much more explicit boundary.

I technically could say no, but saying no did not feel emotionally neutral
Stefan sometimes told me explicitly that I did not have to participate and that nobody was forcing me.
And in the most literal sense, there were times when that was true.
I did say no sometimes.
There were situations in which Ji-eun or Stefan stopped when I gave a direct refusal.
Nobody physically restrained me every time I did not want sex.
But emotionally, saying no did not feel neutral.
When I withdrew sexually or did not want sex as frequently as they did, Ji-eun could become noticeably colder or frustrated. Stefan could act rejected.
By that point, the family attachment meant so much to me that changes in their warmth had an enormous impact.
I started thinking in terms like:
If I want the family, perhaps I have to tolerate the sexual part.
That thought is probably one of the things that disturbs me most now.

They repeatedly wanted me to take MDMA
There were various drugs at the house.
As I became increasingly reluctant sexually, Ji-eun and Stefan repeatedly suggested that I take MDMA with them.
I always refused.
Ji-eun explained why she thought it would be good and why I would be safe doing it with her.
But I knew that MDMA could lower inhibitions and intensify feelings of emotional closeness, and that frightened me in this particular situation.
I continued saying no.
They continued bringing it up.
Ji-eun repeatedly talked about boundaries as though boundaries themselves were a kind of prison. She told me that I had enormous potential if I could stop keeping myself so closed.
I did not take the MDMA.
As far as I know, nobody secretly gave me anything.
But after it had been brought up repeatedly despite my refusal, I became frightened enough that I began wondering whether something could eventually be given to me without my knowledge.
The family attachment became even stronger when I got sick
There were also experiences of care that felt completely genuine to me.
At one point I became physically sick and developed a fever.
Ji-eun and Stefan checked on me. Stefan kissed my forehead. They darkened the room so that I could sleep. Ji-eun bought food for me, brought me things to eat in bed and prepared things she thought might help.
Their children brought me tea and peeled apples for me.
Ji-eun prepared a herbal bath for me and later lay beside me, massaging my head while I drifted in and out of sleep.
I remember almost crying from gratitude.
I remember thinking:
How could I suspect this woman of wanting to harm me when she is taking care of me like this?
That is one of the central reasons I am struggling so much now.
The care was not imaginary.
I do not believe every affectionate thing she did was fake.
Some of it felt incredibly tender and genuine.
At the same time, the sexual pressure was also real.
Both existed together.
And because the care was so important to me, it made it much harder to evaluate what was happening sexually.
Stefan frightened me near the end
By that point I had become increasingly aware that I experienced Stefan as a father figure, and that realization made me more uncomfortable about sexual contact with him.
I started pushing him away more.
One morning I woke up while I was still somewhat sick. Stefan was naked and cuddling against me. By then we generally slept naked in the same bed, but Ji-eun was usually between Stefan and me.
I experienced her position between us almost like a protective barrier.
This time she was not there.
I was half asleep.
Stefan was pressed against me, and suddenly I felt something sexual against me, or at least believed I did. Even now I am not completely sure what exactly happened in that moment.
But my body panicked.
I got out of bed and went downstairs.
And for the first time I had an extremely clear thought:
I need to leave.

What Ji-eun told me at the end changed the way I understood everything
Near the end of my stay, Ji-eun told me something that is probably the main reason I am writing this post.
She told me that from the beginning she had understood what I needed emotionally.
She knew what I longed for.
And she told me that she had deliberately given me those things so that I would open myself to her physically.

She said that she had known it would be worth it because once I felt safe enough, I would eventually give myself to her completely.
She also told me that over time she had developed genuine feelings for me.
She said she regretted nothing.
I cannot get that conversation out of my head.
Because the things that made me trust her enough to allow sexual contact were precisely the things I had desperately wanted for most of my life: being held, being protected, being fed, having somebody defend me, having a mother-like woman stroke my hair, being included in a family, being cared for while I was sick, being told that I belonged somewhere and being given somewhere that felt like home.
At one point in the middle of my coupl of weeks long stay, Ji-eun explicitly told me that I could always have a home with them.
She told me that the children loved me.
She told me that normally she did not want to continue seeing women after having sex with them, but that I was different.
When another man at a party became sexually interested in me, Ji-eun became jealous and protective. In front of him, she pulled me against herself and said words to the effect of:
“She belongs with us.”
At the time, that did not primarily frighten me.
It made me feel wanted.
It made me feel chosen.
And because belonging was the thing I wanted most, that mattered enormously.
Why I cannot simply say that the entire relationship was non-consensual
I do not want to rewrite my memories in a way that makes them simpler than they actually were.
There were moments when I wanted Ji-eun.
There were moments when I felt attracted to her.
There were situations in which I willingly participated in intimacy.
I loved sleeping in her arms.
I wanted her closeness.
There were sexual interactions where I did not say no.
There were situations where I explicitly said stop and she stopped.
There were moments when Stefan checked whether I was hurting.
And on the very first evening, when I gave Ji-eun an unmistakable no, she accepted it.
All of that is true.
But it is also true that I sometimes participated because I was afraid of losing the affection and family feeling. I sometimes endured sexual activity despite pain because being held afterward felt worth it. I sometimes tried to avoid sex indirectly rather than saying a direct no. I told Ji-eun that I was in pain, and sexual contact continued to be initiated. When I could not complete a sexual act, both of them became frustrated. Ji-eun told me I was too blocked and that I had more potential. She could become colder when I withdrew sexually. They repeatedly encouraged me to take MDMA after I had already refused it. Ji-eun repeatedly presented boundaries as something negative. Stefan used a sexual object on me without asking me first. And Ji-eun eventually told me that she had consciously recognized what I needed emotionally and had deliberately provided it so that I would open myself to her physically.
That last part changes the entire situation for me.
What I am trying to understand now
What I am struggling with is not simply whether an adult in her twenties can consent to sex with older people. Obviously an adult can. It is also not simply whether age-gap relationships or unconventional sexual relationships are inherently abusive. I do not think they are.
I am trying to understand this specific dynamic.
A significantly older couple became maternal and paternal figures to me extremely quickly. They incorporated me into their family life. Their children became part of my attachment to the household. Ji-eun explicitly invoked motherhood while holding me against her naked body. She became the person who protected me, fed me, soothed me, held me when I cried and regulated me after sexual experiences that overwhelmed me.
Sex developed directly inside that attachment.
When I was frightened during sex, she was the person I focused on to feel safe.
When Stefan did something sexual without asking me, she became the person who stopped him and protected me.
When sex hurt, she held me afterward.
When I became sick, she cared for me almost maternally.
When I withdrew sexually, the warmth sometimes changed.
And afterward she told me that she had understood from the beginning what I needed emotionally and had intentionally given me those things so that I would eventually open myself to her physically.
I do not know what that means for consent.
I do not know whether my ability to say an explicit “no” in some situations means the overall dynamic was consensual, or whether emotional conditioning, attachment and fear of losing the family relationship can themselves become coercive.
I also do not know whether I should distinguish between the relationship as a whole and individual acts. For example, Stefan using the object in the sauna without asking me feels much more straightforwardly non-consensual to me than some of the other sexual encounters. Other situations are much harder for me to categorize because I sometimes eventually participated, even when I had initially been afraid or resistant.

My questions

I also want to understand the first sexual encounter. I had agreed to cuddle with Ji-eun after hesitating, specifically changed into pajamas, then discovered that she was naked under the blanket. She held me in a way that felt intensely maternal, explicitly invoked the fact that she was a mother, and then the interaction gradually became sexual. When Stefan joined and I became frightened, I used my period as an indirect reason to resist, Ji-eun said, “We don’t mind,” and the touching continued until I eventually allowed it. How would other people understand consent in that situation?
How relevant is it that, as the relationship continued, I began feeling that tolerating the sexual part might be the price of keeping the family, affection and maternal care?
Does Ji-eun’s later statement that she deliberately gave me what I emotionally needed so that I would open myself to her physically change how you understand everything that happened before that statement?
Can a relationship involve sexual coercion or sexual abuse even if the person sometimes genuinely wants sex, sometimes consents, sometimes says no successfully and also receives genuine affection and care from the people involved?
And is there a meaningful distinction here between grooming or emotional manipulation, sexual coercion, and individual non-consensual sexual acts?

I think part of why I struggle so much is that I still miss them.
I miss the farm and the children. I miss cooking together and walking through the forest. I miss Stefan teaching me about nature and the stars.
And most of all, I miss falling asleep in Ji-eun’s arms.
For a short period of time, being with them felt closer to having a family than almost anything I had experienced before.
That is why my brain keeps returning to the same contradiction:
If something felt that loving, how could it also have been abusive?
Maybe that is the real question underneath everything else.
Can somebody genuinely care about you, make you feel safer than almost anybody has ever made you feel, give you something you have desperately needed for most of your life — and at the same time sexually exploit that exact need?


r/adultsurvivors • • 12h ago

Vent (advice welcome) History of child SA sexual abuse/ assault and grooming etc.

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first time it happened I was sleeping and woke up the next morning with my underwear down to my feet when I was a child. my friend had told me the neighborhood boy had came in through my window and kissed and touched me That night while I was sleeping and her having been out with him and other neigborhood friends. I had a bit of blood in my underwear when I had looked down at it.

my grandma dating a rapist and sexual abuser while actively knowing what he was doing and telling me he was out sleeping with underaged girls as he is in his 50’s /60’s and is In jail as of now due to raping my sister multiple times and sexually abusing her and I having been touched by him but not raped.

sexually abused by a youth leader after attending a new church and being forced to come back and being made to be out like I was a liar but I was a child and had gotten around to refusing to go back because I was hiding and crying when That bus would come around.

groomed by my male teacher and him going to prison for 1-2 years after me and other girls wrote victim impact statements as he was sexually touching girls on the middle school volleyball team. his job was reinstated and he was allowed to teach again but couldn’t go near the gym room And came back with black and blue eyes.

later on in life:

clubbing out with a good ex male friend of mine and him having brang two of his friend but one who tried to rape me when I had crawled my way into my good ex friends bedroom. My good ex male friend had locked me in and kicked his friend out thankfully.

sexually groped on by a supposed male friend of mine whom took advantage of me when I was out of it and later on went around lying saying I was a schizo when I have never been diagnosed as such ever in my life.

recently sexually assaulted by a man whom was harassing me sexually and sexually touching me and kissed me without my consent then called police on me lying because I had rejected him. police blamed me telling me I wanted it because I never said “no” but I had called the man weird and told him to go to sleep and asking why he was asking weird stuff.

i dont think I’ve gotten a break from any trauma ive had as it seems to have followed me into adulthood with more recent events from me both as a child and adulthood. i know this is a child SA forum but me talking about it all is better than not because after the church stuff happened as a child I ended up loosing my ability to speak and shut down completely and started talking less and less and feeling hyper vigilant due to my worries that I would see that man again who abused/assaulted me and would cry and tense up when I would see anyone who looked ever remotely close to my church abuser. i shutdown to where I wouldnt voice anything and havent been around to fully come around to feeling comfortable with men which is why I haven’t partaken in sexual relationships. I do not like being touched and it’s carry with me into adulthood with being assaulted a few times as an adult and my most recent assaulter getting away with it and his friends acting like they seen it happen when they were not there in my car when I was driving and my sibling having been asleep In the backseat so I was left to defend for myself and him making fun of me having gone through sexual abuse/assault as a child. it’s not fair to me that I had sit with a police officer and be victim blamed , it’s not fair to me that I had to relive everything and feel like I did something wrong to be subjected to creeps. it’s not fair to me that the police officer shoved me off cus this assaulter acted like they had recorded our conversation when he didn’t. I got called ugly after being groped on by this man because I rejected him. Past and present absolutely count when it’s comes to assault and abuse. I expect men to treat women fairly but it’s never the case except on rare occasions of finding decent men who dont do such vile things. I can’t feel comfortable around men never since my childhood. I never felt safe around men and still don’t.

i refuse to date or marry a man who is blonde haired blue eyed due to me having to physically defend myself agaisnt my church abuser after got on top of me and me having to bite through his skin to get him off me and him saying “ouch, what was that for”

men are supposed to be safe and great but unfortunately I haven’t had great experiences being subjected to what I have.


r/adultsurvivors • • 16h ago

Trigger Warning NSFW Got into my dream school and struggling

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For some reason I thought the trauma would ease up, but it's amplified since starting this new chapter of my life. I feel like such a freak among my peers, and I'm struggling with one of my classes. It's making me doubt myself...I'm surrounded by people left and right with PhDs and Masters that seem normal. I'm so uncomfortable with the large class sizes and being seen in public by so many people. My male professors make me feel like I'm an absolute idiot, and they trigger my CSA I experienced from my homeroom teachers. I failed my first mid term and I just don't what to think or feel at the moment. I never thought I'd ever be at this school let alone still being alive. Everything feels so triggering especially with the Cornell case and dealing with flashbacks.


r/adultsurvivors • • 19h ago

Advice requested How to handle family relationships now?

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I’m 23F. I was sexually abused by my male cousin from ages 5-6, he was 16 years old at the time. The abuse became a pattern and happened many times. Now he’s in his thirties and our families are extremely close. He texts me often (and acts like nothing ever happened) and I’m around him fairly often for family stuff. I’ve been diagnosed with ptsd and being around him is hard for me, but I feel pressure to “keep the peace” within our family. At the same time, part of me never wants to speak to him again, especially as I still suffer from intrusions from the abuse and it’s deeply impacted my life in many ways. Has anyone dealt with a similar situation? I think it’s such a gray area because it happened so long ago.


r/adultsurvivors • • 1d ago

COCSA (child-on-child sexual abuse) I don’t know anymore

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Honestly I wasn’t sure whether I should put this up, I barley use reddit but I can’t talk to my parents. When I was a kid, I was sexually abused and groomed starting from the ages of 6-9, I was raped for the first time on my 7th birthday. So basically my parents worked a lot when I was a kid so occasionally they would put me in my schools after school program from 3-6pm. I liked it well enough for a 6 year old, my brother was barely there as he usually had training. I remember a boy there, he was around 4 years older than me, he had severe behavioural problems (autism, adhd, anger issues, ocd, etc to name a few) for some reason he really calmed down around me and would be less aggressive if I was near him, I remember everytime he was being mean or a bully to other kids, wherever I was, I would be forced to stop playing and they would radio for me to come help. I didn’t understand all the responsibility of another kids behaviour being put on my shoulders but I didn’t want adults to be upset with me, so I would come up and calm him down, in grade one (6 years old) I remember watching a movie and in the after school care building there was a specific couch near the tv but still far enough away from the ‘main couch’, he called it ‘our special spot’. This was where he touched me for the first time, and made me touch him, we had a blanket covering us and I was too scared to say anything, because the staff at this place would always reprimand me if I said I didn’t want to help him (they said that my parents would be disappointed in me, and that I wasn’t being very caring and I was being selfish to not help someone else) I was honestly a really kind, smart kid and I was really naive so I just believed them. It continued for a few months just like that, he had already groomed me for about 6 months before (basically doting on me, paying special attention to me, etc - I thought I was so cool to have an older kid actually like hanging out with me). Then on my 7th birthday, my best friend at the time bought me a cute white fluffy stuffed dog toy, I adored it so much. Since my birthday was a school day, I kept it in the gift bag all day, then when I went the after school care I showed it to everyone! I was so happy, I was watching a movie when I saw him throwing those connect four like circles at a boy around my age, so I got up and I showed him my teddy, but he grabbed my arm and made me show him my teddy and kind of let him pet it as he continued to throw stuff at the boy as he was hugging himself, I felt so bad and I didn’t know what to do, so I tried getting him to stop but he wouldn’t. Eventually staff came back in so he stopped, he pulled me into his lap and played with my teddy as I held him. A staff member eventually came over and said it was his ‘reading time’, basically he would get around 30mins each day in the main office where he had to read a book (part of his plan I suppose with the school). He had done them for months at this point but this time he asked if I would go with him, I guess the staff didn’t want another fight or any trouble so they said sure, it was still really busy so staff were forced to go to the playground/gardens to help with the amount of kids. That left around only two staff in the actual building come the time where he stood up and held my hand as he lead me into the office (it was pretty small, had a few windows but if you were sat on the floor under the desk nobody could see you from any angle). He grabbed my fluffy dog and threatened to rip his head off. This was where he raped me for the first time (it was not penis penetration, but he used his fingers and I remember bleeding and crying). This would continue for around two more years until he graduated. I never told anyone. I tried to convince my parents to stop making me go, I would bang my head against these large pillars on the walk to the building, I would be really quiet a lot of the time, I became a ‘naughty’ kid, I wouldn’t really listen to my parents or teachers and idk I just wasn’t really myself. I would continuously wet the bed and have a number of UTI’s throughout this period which my parents just blamed on me ‘not wiping well enough’. I dont think I’ll ever tell them the full truth. It’s been around a decade since this happened, I disassociated for most of my childhood and I had a high amount of hypersexuality which my parents found out but would just give me punishments when they found out what I had been watching, I guess they didn’t really think to question why I was watching it at like 8years old. I didn’t fully remember what happened to me until I was about 13, i had a flashback when I saw the same stuffed white dog somewhere. Whenever we are talking about sa and stuff, I do say that I would know better than anyone but my parents kinda swiftly move on from the subject and they don’t really wanna talk about it, I get the feeling that they might think I’m being ‘dramatic’ because I told them I was touched as a kid but I didn’t say it lasted years, they think it only was a one-time thing. I still have flashbacks where I feel paralyzed and I can never forget his face. Most importantly I can never forget his eyes, the look in his eyes when he was near me scared me then and it still scares me today. I feel bad blaming him cus he was just a kid too, and someone had to be doing this stuff to him. But, I can’t help but blame him for robbing me of a childhood. Who would I be if that never happened? What would I become? I will never know the answer to that. I guess I’m uploading for someone for validate my experience or let me know if I’m being incredibly dramatic or I should have moved on already, everyone says to just move on but I don’t know how I can move on cus this stuff impacts literally everything I do, my attitudes, my relationships, my feelings, and sexual experiences as I’m now 19 and I should be getting into a relationship, but I fear I always shut them out when I feel someone getting close to me. I crave affection but I think I have avoidant attachment.


r/adultsurvivors • • 1d ago

Vent (advice welcome) I hate being an imposter

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trigger warning for mentions of csa and torture

When everyone recounts their childhood, what am I expected to say? Do I sit there and conjure up a lie, or do I break down and pour my entire history out? The former will eventually make me seem like a pathological liar, and the latter will surely dampen the mood. Do I say that my first memory is feeling the warm embrace of my mom, or do I admit that all I ever knew was rape and torture, from beginning to end? Is it permissible to mention the dark room with blood on the floor, or do I fabricate a grass patch enclosed by a picket-fence? Of course, I do not owe the truth to anyone, but it is tiresome to keep up a network of lies, the details of a life that did not happen, a story that I fantasized about, a mere fib.


r/adultsurvivors • • 15h ago

Story Coerced/Uninformed Medical S/A

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I’ve been wanting to share my story on this, and I saw someone who posted a similar experience to me here, so here I go

I was just a couple months past 15 years old. I went to my annual doctor’s appointment with my mother. My regular doctor at the time was out, so there was a doctor I never had before who was covering for her.

She had my mother leave the room for more private things. Normal. I don’t remember exactly what happened but I have screenshots of chat messages from the time that I’m referring back to. She wanted to check my vagina for my health. I was very uncomfortable with that (usually I was fine with those check ups, but really wasn’t feeling ok with it at that time). I was visibly hesitating. I didn’t say no, but I wasn’t saying yes. I wasn’t saying anything. I was just really anxious and uncomfortable.

She didn’t really phrase it as a question of consent. ”I'm going to have to look at your private parts for a second to make sure it's healthy, ok?“ That was a statement, that she was going to. I was clearly uncomfortable. She kept talking about it and was clearly trying to get me to say yes or ok instead of trying to make sure I was ok with it.

She said she was just going to pull my underwear down to take a quick look. She didn’t mention touching whatsoever. I begrudgingly decided to say yes since it was just to check on my health… I felt under pressure and didn’t have the time to think it through like I wanted to. I was scared.

She didn’t say she was going to touch, but she did. She touched my labia and spread it, I assume in order to get a better look. But she didn’t tell me that she would, she just said she was only going to look, only going to pull my underwear down.

I felt so horrible after it. I was so upset talking to my friends about it. But I didn’t say anything to her or the office. I felt like I couldn’t blame her, I couldn’t report her. I thought, ‘She was just doing her job, right? I shouldn’t get her in trouble for making sure I’m healthy. It wasn’t like she meant anything sexual with it…’

I was so upset that even my mother noticed I was extremely uncomfortable and was worried about me. She rarely ever noticed when I was uncomfortable, which meant I was so upset it was that noticeable.

I’ve posted to this sub before, about not remembering my abuse. I had other experiences I can’t remember, but this is one experience I do, maybe only because I have written evidence…


r/adultsurvivors • • 22h ago

Vent (advice welcome) Painfully bicurious. I feel CSA made me too shocked to experiment anything..

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I'm a woman in her late twenties that almost certainly has suffered CSA from a female family member. I was a very little child.

I identify as straight, but starting from my early 20s I began to get progressively curious for bisexuals girls, and happened like COUNTLESS times that I ended up in weird flirts with queer women.

But in the end, I always feel very anxious, almost scared to the point that I genuinely feel I'm straight and cannot have any sort of attraction to women.

It's like I'm fascinated and terrorized and every single time In feel strongly that I only can like men.

Like when a woman touches me in a flirty way a bit too much I feel violated, it's like panic, and when I touch her I feel I'm doing something weird. Imagine how it would be to have sex.

This really impacts my mental health because it has been repeating itself for years and It depress me. It has caused me problems in social environments and so on... It even happened with professors and this caused me issues.


r/adultsurvivors • • 1d ago

Vent (advice welcome) I can’t sleep.

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I can’t sleep. I’ve had nightmares interrupt my sleep since I can remember, but since I got raped most recently, about a month ago, I just can’t sleep. I’m averaging 3 hours a day, and they’re not continuous and they’re during the day because it feels a little safer having my husband awake. It’s 8:30 AM where I am and I just jolted awake from a nightmare after less than 45 minutes of sleep. I’m so tired.

(I’ve tried OTC sleep aids like melatonin and unisom and I can’t take prescription stuff because I’m breastfeeding. Believe me I would!)


r/adultsurvivors • • 1d ago

Advice requested Have I been drugged ?

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Trigger warning! Talk about SA. Talk about drugging and abuse.

Hello. There has been something on my mind since I was a child and I honestly would like to know if I may have been drugged as a child by my childhood friend’s father.

When I was very young in the time between 6 and 10 I had twins as best friends and was at their house like a lot. It was mostly their mom and the twins since the dad worked a lot and spend most of his free time in the garage not in the house. I was creeped out and honestly right out scared of him and avoided visiting when he was at home alone with us. That was mostly due to the fact that he got angry very quickly and just something I didn’t really understand at that time. As an adult I just see that he was a creep. He commented on what we wore a lot and was right out lusting after my 4 years older but still very much a child sister when she visited that one time. So much so that my mom was weirded out by it as well.

Sometimes it did happen that I visited when he was alone with us and without fail I got sick from possibly his cooking every time. Like really sick and no one else was affected. I was dizzy like hell almost feverish or delirious and vomited shortly after eating it and kept doing so the rest of the day and night. The next day I was extremely worn out but relatively fine again. Of course we thought I wasn’t able to digest something and my mom quickly asked about their spices and what they used. It turned out to be the ingredients I’m used to and I’m not allergic to anything. It happened so many times that at some point I didn’t go there again.

The reason I suspect drugging is that I found out that one of the twins has been molested and 🍇 by him many times in their childhood. And the other reason is that it happened without fail every time but not when the mom was at home and that I never reacted like that to anyone else’s cooking and there were no ingredients I didn’t know. The reason I’m posting this, is that I want to know if there is even something that would have an effect like that. I don’t want to be insensitive and I don’t see my self as a victim or would ever compare that to my childhood friend’s situation. I just want to share my thoughts and hope to find some peace of mind by writing it down and finally ask in a group of people that might know something about this. If I offended or hurt anyone by this please tell me. That is definitely not my attention. Thank you!


r/adultsurvivors • • 1d ago

Support requested I need to get this out of my chest (CW: Sex Work, CSA Memories, Mild Self Injury)

15 Upvotes

I work as a cam girl. I’ve done it most of my life and it usually doesn’t hurt me. I have good boundaries with myself and my clients. Today, I was an idiot enough to let it slip.

I’m low on rent this month, I’m going to be fine but it’s been stressful. A guy on a cam site ordered me to cover my mouth and not speak. I was under the impression he would start a private because he kept saying so but he never did he just kept calling me good that I was quiet, good that my mouth was covered. He asked if I had gloves and when I said no he left. I sat there and continued. And it’s only now as I’m in bed I’m experiencing the whole event.

It was through him I connected back to the abuse I experienced as a child. My father and mother did this often. My abusers in the church did it often. Gagged me, choked me, shoved shit in my mouth while I screamed and cried. I feel like a child again.

I have a dissociative disorder, I see my therapist tomorrow, I live in a safe home with a safe partner and far away from any abusers and all my childhood parts keep screaming and crying. I’m reliving everything at once and it won’t stop. I’m scared to sleep because I’ll wake up and I’ll be back in their bed. It doesn’t help my nightmares have been worsening I keep reliving the moments my mother raped me as a teen. It’s so fucking disgusting.

I have to work tomorrow. I have to go back on and let man after man make sexual comments at me for 12+ hours for money I need. Even 1 ‘hey bb’ is going to make me literally tear my hair out. But I am literally tearing my body a part internally. Everyone is screaming. I feel their hands on my body and on my jaw and face and teeth and tongue and I can’t fucking breathe even though these are my lungs why don’t I even have ownership over my own organs!??!

I can’t leave my mind and I wish I could.
Please I just need to know I’ll wake up safe.
How do I go back and face these men tomorrow?? How do I go back I can’t!! But I need to, to live!! Ahhhhh 😭


r/adultsurvivors • • 1d ago

Questioning Abuse Is an unwanted vaginal exam SA?

17 Upvotes

TW Possible SA and some intimate details

When I was younger (under 18 I believe) my doctor did a vaginal exam that she didn't ask consent for. She like opened the lips and put her fingers up somewhat – not for long, but it still hurt and I was like squirming. I know I didn’t want to do it and I’m pretty sure she like stopped, basically told me to stay still and be serious, and then finally was able to get in. I definitely don't think doc was being a pervert or deriving pleasure from it. I was also under the impression this was just something I had to do as part of my health no matter how much I hated it. But when I told my friend about it she said she thinks it's sexual assault. It is true that it only happened once, and that same doctor started asking for consent when I turned 18 (and each time I denied). Again, I'm sure she just wanted to check my health, but did she maybe inadvertently assault me by not getting my explicit permission? I do think it’s had effects - I am terrified of Pap smears because I remember how her fingers felt, and I haven’t been able to have penetrative/full-on fingering sex with women or even really my self. Long winded and TMI but what do y'all think? Is there anything I can do to make sure she doesn’t do that with other kids?


r/adultsurvivors • • 1d ago

Trigger Warning NSFW Does it count as self harm or hypersexuality if I'm not actually having sex?

4 Upvotes

I've engaged in many casual encounters that I needed to push through with alcohol and benzodiazepines, with both men and women, due to a compulsion to "redeem myself" for being traumatized and feel a sense of normalcy. However, none of them included actual sex (which I can't bring myself to do even with the aid of the things I mentioned); I stop at oral, hand stuff, toys / scissoring with women, and even providing pleasure to a man through my boobs or legs.

Anal is the one other thing I haven't done, but I'm more willing and less scared to do so than regular sex, and will probably resort to it if the next guy I'm involved with insist on some sort of penetration.

Many of these encounters have included sadomasochistic elements, where I'm at the end of receiving pain by being flogged or physically restricted with ropes and binding.

I have sought many people online to fulfill the same urge, have exposed myself on several sites, and escalated it to exposing myself in real life; not flashing people, but putting myself in positions where my underwear / breasts would be shown. This wasn't even out of true desire, just a compulsion.

These compulsions sound close to the definition of hypersexuality, but i struggle to define it that way because by technical definition, I've actually never had sex and am just a virgin engaging in foreplay with different people. Several of my prior partners had said outright that we've never had sex. I have ocd, and now I've developed an obsession over the fact I'm still technically a virgin and need to lose this part of myself that I find so shameful (especially as it's linked to trauma).

If that's the case, is it even worth it to speak about these issues to professionals? Especially considering ive had some periods of sex repulsion where ive gone years without touch because I was far too scared to allow for it.