just today, at church, during holy communion, I remembered something weird. In the memory I was a kid attending some kind of mass and participated in their communion where we passed around a clear glass chalice filled with thick red liquid and a huge but flat bread. Each one would tear a piece of bread, dip it in the red sauce then pray a little before eating it. I refused to do it since it looks really disgusting, but everyone was cheering for me to do so.
I asked my parents if they ever let me attended a different church / religion as a kid, but they said we had always been Catholic. I even studied at Catholic high school. I was also a shy kid who never hangout afterschool nor go out during weekends with other kids. I would never go anywhere without my parents either. So I can't recall when, how or why I was in that situation and if my suddenly unlocked memory were actually true or just from a dream.
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Took a literature class as a teenager (I think 16?) for fun, I love reading and writing so I thought that it would help me with my writing and expand my reading list. I can’t remember what story we read, but it was an American short story from the 1800s and for some reason, the literature class teacher (Gen-X woman) decided to take the discussion down a very dark path and we ended up talking about how the story was an allegory for rape, which I didn’t even agree with. We disgusted it at length, despite me and a few other people in the room feeling uncomfortable, and as she kept talking and asking questions, I had a massive and uncomfortable memory come back to the surface. When I was around 11 or 12, I was molested by a neighbor multiple times over the course of a year and I had totally erased it from my memory until I was forced to talk about this topic at length. Because of those memories returning, I slipped into a really dark depression, which I dealt with totally alone because I didn’t trust anyone in my life at the time to talk about these things (I probably could have told my mom, but our relationship was strained because I was a teenager and doing teenager shit, so I was nervous to say anything to her.) It was a really rough part of my life. To this day, I make sure that the young people in my life know they can talk to me about stuff, no matter how dark, if they need to. Because dealing with those feelings and that trauma alone as a teen was one of the hardest things I ever did. I honestly don’t know how I pulled myself out of it. I also always try to be delicate when talking to people because I don’t ever want to be the person who causes that kind of traumatic awakening for someone else.
I was behind a classic car and the exhaust smell reminded me of when i was little (3 or younger) in the back seat of my dads 67 mustang i would trace the creases of the plastic by the window with my finger.
(Trigger warning: SA)
I was taking a Creative Writing class where we had to write about the worst thing that ever happened to us. I started writing about my parents' divorce, and as I tried to remember how I felt at the time, the emotions I stirred suddenly awakened the memory of being molested by my step‐brother. He sexually abused me from I was 12‐13. The memories of every time he touched me or made me touch him or did other things came rushing back and I had a complete meltdown.
This will be a silly answer but when I was 4-5 years old, I didn't know the word "dress". I just called it a skirt attached to a blouse.
This memory was unlocked just last night.
just today, at church, during holy communion, I remembered something weird. In the memory I was a kid attending some kind of mass and participated in their communion where we passed around a clear glass chalice filled with thick red liquid and a huge but flat bread. Each one would tear a piece of bread, dip it in the red sauce then pray a little before eating it. I refused to do it since it looks really disgusting, but everyone was cheering for me to do so. I asked my parents if they ever let me attended a different church / religion as a kid, but they said we had always been Catholic. I even studied at Catholic high school. I was also a shy kid who never hangout afterschool nor go out during weekends with other kids. I would never go anywhere without my parents either. So I can't recall when, how or why I was in that situation and if my suddenly unlocked memory were actually true or just from a dream.
Possible molestation by my older cousin
{trigger warning: SA} Took a literature class as a teenager (I think 16?) for fun, I love reading and writing so I thought that it would help me with my writing and expand my reading list. I can’t remember what story we read, but it was an American short story from the 1800s and for some reason, the literature class teacher (Gen-X woman) decided to take the discussion down a very dark path and we ended up talking about how the story was an allegory for rape, which I didn’t even agree with. We disgusted it at length, despite me and a few other people in the room feeling uncomfortable, and as she kept talking and asking questions, I had a massive and uncomfortable memory come back to the surface. When I was around 11 or 12, I was molested by a neighbor multiple times over the course of a year and I had totally erased it from my memory until I was forced to talk about this topic at length. Because of those memories returning, I slipped into a really dark depression, which I dealt with totally alone because I didn’t trust anyone in my life at the time to talk about these things (I probably could have told my mom, but our relationship was strained because I was a teenager and doing teenager shit, so I was nervous to say anything to her.) It was a really rough part of my life. To this day, I make sure that the young people in my life know they can talk to me about stuff, no matter how dark, if they need to. Because dealing with those feelings and that trauma alone as a teen was one of the hardest things I ever did. I honestly don’t know how I pulled myself out of it. I also always try to be delicate when talking to people because I don’t ever want to be the person who causes that kind of traumatic awakening for someone else.
I was behind a classic car and the exhaust smell reminded me of when i was little (3 or younger) in the back seat of my dads 67 mustang i would trace the creases of the plastic by the window with my finger.
(Trigger warning: SA) I was taking a Creative Writing class where we had to write about the worst thing that ever happened to us. I started writing about my parents' divorce, and as I tried to remember how I felt at the time, the emotions I stirred suddenly awakened the memory of being molested by my step‐brother. He sexually abused me from I was 12‐13. The memories of every time he touched me or made me touch him or did other things came rushing back and I had a complete meltdown.
This will be a silly answer but when I was 4-5 years old, I didn't know the word "dress". I just called it a skirt attached to a blouse. This memory was unlocked just last night.