Hi all,
I thought I'd share a little bit of background about me as you've all been so wonderful the past year or so. I originally joined this board when I was going through a rough time and this is the story I'd like to share:
For the first 6 months at uni, I went through the typical transition problems, but I went through those with two people I considered to be my friends. One of these I knew from a bus route that we shared and like me, his friends were everywhere else but where he was, while the other person we both met during orientation. These two were anything but my friends. It started out OK, at the time, I'd just found a guy, then discovered the only thing he wanted was sex. In other words, a "date, f and dump". One of them comforted me and the other tried to offer support. This I think is where our relationship went downhill.
After that, I was used for sexual favours (one of them was quite a smooth talker) and had everything I believed in turned against me (claiming that they were right and that everything I believed in was wrong, that I secretly "craved right-wing c" and other things). They claimed to be helping me through "tough love" and saving me from my "controlling" parents (that was a lie-well partially, while mum can be a bit helicopter-ish at times, both then and now she's died down a bit) and the media. The main problem arose though, was that after a while I thought they were right, that they were helping me. Eventually, it degraded to the point where I'd been having some problems, I'd met another guy and we were dating and I was still going to "them" for help. Their response? "Go and talk to your boyfriend." Whenever i had a rough problem and wanted to go to counselling for it (especially with my family issues), their response? "Counselling is a waste of time, it won't help you."
After that, I broke off all contact with them. Facebook, MSN, everything. I almost considered going to the police, but what for exactly? I still kept copies of the chat logs from MSN in case something DID crop up, but those have now pretty much been wiped. I sought counselling from the university and they were wonderful with that and helping me out with some other issues. I eventually stopped going to them but remained on medication until just recently.
I thought I was over them, but guess what? I can't even LOOK at them anymore without having a flashback to what happened between us. They're still at my university, but not in my classes (thank God). If anything, they were degrading me (calling me "schnookums" when I asked them to stop, even in public and creating a Facebook group about it too) and guess how old they were? 18 and 20. Legal adults. Who if anything, should know better.
I'm not necessarily writing this for sympathy, but just to explain some of my background to you guys and part of the reason why I joined CS.com. Thank you guys for listening.
I thought I'd share a little bit of background about me as you've all been so wonderful the past year or so. I originally joined this board when I was going through a rough time and this is the story I'd like to share:
For the first 6 months at uni, I went through the typical transition problems, but I went through those with two people I considered to be my friends. One of these I knew from a bus route that we shared and like me, his friends were everywhere else but where he was, while the other person we both met during orientation. These two were anything but my friends. It started out OK, at the time, I'd just found a guy, then discovered the only thing he wanted was sex. In other words, a "date, f and dump". One of them comforted me and the other tried to offer support. This I think is where our relationship went downhill.
After that, I was used for sexual favours (one of them was quite a smooth talker) and had everything I believed in turned against me (claiming that they were right and that everything I believed in was wrong, that I secretly "craved right-wing c" and other things). They claimed to be helping me through "tough love" and saving me from my "controlling" parents (that was a lie-well partially, while mum can be a bit helicopter-ish at times, both then and now she's died down a bit) and the media. The main problem arose though, was that after a while I thought they were right, that they were helping me. Eventually, it degraded to the point where I'd been having some problems, I'd met another guy and we were dating and I was still going to "them" for help. Their response? "Go and talk to your boyfriend." Whenever i had a rough problem and wanted to go to counselling for it (especially with my family issues), their response? "Counselling is a waste of time, it won't help you."
After that, I broke off all contact with them. Facebook, MSN, everything. I almost considered going to the police, but what for exactly? I still kept copies of the chat logs from MSN in case something DID crop up, but those have now pretty much been wiped. I sought counselling from the university and they were wonderful with that and helping me out with some other issues. I eventually stopped going to them but remained on medication until just recently.
I thought I was over them, but guess what? I can't even LOOK at them anymore without having a flashback to what happened between us. They're still at my university, but not in my classes (thank God). If anything, they were degrading me (calling me "schnookums" when I asked them to stop, even in public and creating a Facebook group about it too) and guess how old they were? 18 and 20. Legal adults. Who if anything, should know better.
I'm not necessarily writing this for sympathy, but just to explain some of my background to you guys and part of the reason why I joined CS.com. Thank you guys for listening.
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