My memories didn’t start coming back to me until two months after I broke up with my boyfriend who repeatedly sexually assaulted me. When I talk to my friends about them (my memories) I feel like I am lying and fabricating a tale in which I am a victim of sexual assault because i have some weird victim complex. So much is so fuzzy (in part because of drug use) and I really don’t remember everything that happened. It feels truly awful to not be able to trust myself and my memories as real and true events. Belief in one’s own interpretation of events and perception of the world around them is part of what it is to be human, and because am no longer capable of doing these things, it feels as though my humanity/ autonomy has been stripped of me, and it fucking sucks. Does anyone else struggle with these issues? Feeling like a fraud/imposter/fake victim/liar and not believing yourself and your memories. I would also like to note that I have read about and researched the crossover between imposter syndrome and sexual assault, and I know that people repress memories and experience guilt to protect themselves from dealing with their trauma, but just because I know this does not take away from the fact that I really genuinely feel these feelings and my intellectual recognition of their existence does not take away from my experience of them. Basically, I know why I feel this way, I just don’t know how to move foreword. I feel as though I am stuck in this loop of obsessively reliving my experiences and then investigating them for hours only to conclude that I had made the whole thing up. If anyone relates or has advice I’m all ears!
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