Did My Dad Sexually Abuse Me?
My Email:
Feb 16, 2017, 3:18 PM
This email might be delusional. And I'm actually really scared sending it because when I said similar things in the past, I was hospitalized. And I don't want a hospitalization. That's hell on earth.
But I really want to express this too!
My father was neglectful in my childhood, and he still is – he does the bare minimum.
He would bully me, especially when I was younger. Even to this day, he intimidates me, and I'm afraid to assert myself around him. But this doesn't mean he sexually abused me.
Or did he? Could there also be sexual abuse ON TOP OF the “dog lick”, and the bullying?
Is there a childhood memory that is so traumatic that I have a mental block?
I know you said fantasy and reality gets blurred with me, so the following is
(POSSIBLY DELUSIONAL)
I believe my Dad sexually abused me when I was a young boy.
I believe he intended to harm me, I believe it was planned.
I was vulnerably forced to put men's penises in my mouth. And they came all over my face. I was forced by my Dad, and the men inserting the penises.
While sexually abusing me, the men were choking me. Slapping me across the face. Degrading me.
After sexually abusing me. The men told me that I now had AIDS, and laughed at me when I began freaking out... obviously, I don't, but I was frightened
I was very gullible at the time. They told me I was going to go to jail. But I believe they were trying to scare me into keeping quiet. And they laughed at me when I got scared.
I also feared violence against me.
And my Dad told me he wouldn't do anything to hurt me. Which made everyone laugh.
In the car, while crying... I can remember my Dad telling me it’s over now. To blank my mind, draw a line in the sand, step over it, and never look back.
Even present day, I feel like my Dad's a sadist who gets pleasure from my suffering and helplessness.
I blind myself to the "delusions", and I talk about happy things with him like (WWE wrestling).
I feel like he only goes to my psychiatry sessions with Dr Coplan to create the illusion he's involved in my life. But the truth is, he doesn't care.
He plays manipulative mind games with me. And taunts me that I can't do anything about it.
I believe he’s been preparing for this day for years… as I sat back and helpless and blind. I feel like he’s gotten away with it, I feel weak and powerless.
Dr. Garrett's Email:
Feb 16, 2017, 4:18 PM
Andrew
I hope to work with you so we can figure out together how your mind works, and make more sense of these thoughts. Of course I have no independent knowledge of your childhood, but when child abuse occurs it is secret, hidden. I have never heard of a case of an abusing group. This makes me wonder if the memories of the group of men is accurate. However, it is said there may be a kernel of truth in some delusions. If you can put these specific memories aside (my guess is they are false memories) I would like to talk with you in our next session about everyday occasions and exchanges with your father that suggest to you that he is indifferent to you, things that are going on now rather than in the past. I am not discounting the past, but what to hear about the more ordinary present. How do you pick up his feeling of indifference when you are interacting over wrestling.
Try to contain these ideas. They belong in our work. Dr Margolis and I are hearing them. We hear your voice.
Dr G
My Email:
Feb 16, 2017, 5:23 PM
Thanks for the e-mail reply, and thanks for reading what I wrote.
I’m sorry for the long, follow-up e-mail so soon. These are just notes about my Father we can discuss at the next session.
You don’t have to read it right now, or I can read it to you Wednesday.
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Honestly, I don’t know what my Father does when I’m not with him. He's always kept his personal life secret from me.
He’s barely present in my life.
He occasionally sees me on weekends, holidays, for psychiatry sessions... but we're never together long. And I always feel like he'd rather be doing something else.
And I constantly feel like he’s lying to me. Sometimes by omission, sometimes blatantly.
For example, it's kind of obvious he has a girlfriend according to his Facebook. But he doesn't tell me. He'll say she's a "friend".
I feel like himself and his “friends” are the top priority, and he doesn’t want me to know that.
My father does the bare minimum with me, and has since the divorce.
I HATE his family, it’s a house full of people I don’t have any relationship with. We only see them on the holidays (twice, maybe three times a year). Other than that, there is no involvement. And I hate going.
I talk with my Father daily on the phone… but I barely see my Father in person. And when I do, we never do anything fun. He pretty much sits on the couch. We make videos, take a lot of pictures, then I tell him to go home, because he doesn’t want to do anything.
Then he goes back to his more fun, secret life.
Facebook makes it appear like my Father is out having fun at concerts, bars, with his friends. Even when I was going through difficult times.
This is very upsetting to me. How could he be out having a good time if he cared?
After my Mom and I confronted him about it, he said how he’d remove me as a friend of Facebook. How could he do that to his son?!
I now suspect customizes his Facebook so I can't see.
From time to time, he’ll make these “McJob Suggestions” – usually over the phone, or through e-mail.
I have NO INTREST in these jobs what-so-ever.
“Flipping burgers” is degrading to a 29-year-old college graduate.
I want to do something a little more “on my level”. He doesn't get that.
He insults me, and I know he's insulting me.
For example, there is this professional wrestler who says "dummy". And now my Dad keeps saying "dummy", I feel like he's REALLY calling me dumb by saying it. But I can't prove it. And I'd sound crazy if I brought it up.
I realize this is a cheesy example, but I played the Maroon 5 song “She Will Be Loved” for my Dad. I made it clear how I really liked the song. After it was over, he started mocking it. And it really upset me. :(
I don’t mock his “Dad Rock” (when I’m talking to him). And believe me, there is A LOT to mock.
The song meant something to me, and he put it down.
His life is one big mystery to me. It’s like he totally doesn’t know me, or my life… And he doesn’t care to.
Although when pushed, he does things like take off from work to take me to doctors appointments (such as you).
And I need his financial assistance. He pays for my expensive psychiatrist (every other time), and goes too.
The Following was Posted on July 7, 2016
Although I usually go to my psychiatrist with my Mom AND Dad, my Dad doesn’t understand or know me (like my Mom does).
He pays, collects the receipt. And it’s nice that he goes for the support. But again, he doesn’t “get” me.
After a psychiatry appointment that I went to with JUST my dad. I was telling my Mom how I still get "delusions". How certain things STILL might be challenging (like work).
When I hung up, my Dad told me to stop being dramatic, he told me to stop saying I’m delusional.
He said I’m lying. I told him I’m absolutely not lying. I said I’m very honest with my Mom and doctors… I need to be.
He asked, then why don’t you tell me then? It’s because my Mom and doctors are easy to talk to… My dad on the other hand is difficult to talk to.
For example, he began yelling at me and lecturing me.
I saw a side of my Dad that I haven’t seen in a while.
The car ride became crazy. While I sat there silently, he was speeding like a lunatic, beeping, swerving in and out of traffic. While yelling at me for being delusional.
He acknowledged that I’ve been hurt. My dad said living in the past is only hurting my present. He said that I need to forget the past – and live in the present and move forward.
The way he was talking made me think that my delusions could be true.
He said his dad only once said “I love you” to him once in his life, and that was when he was sick and dying. He said his father didn’t respect him.
My Dad told me his father wouldn’t give him the time of day if it was his watch, he gave it to him, and he asked him for the time.
His Dad was physically and verbally abusive to him.
He said his dad only once said “I love you” to him in his life, and that was when he was sick and dying. He said his father didn’t respect him.
He said he understands more than I know.
Again, I was just sitting there silently. Almost intimidated by his insanity.
He told me to say: “f*** you” to the delusions.