
Please bear with me as I’m sure I’ll get lost in my words. I find all of this very difficult to even type.
When I was around 6 or 7, I was sexually abused by my cousin.. who was more like a brother to me at the time. All I remember is him “teaching” me about sex, and several memories of him on top of me. Every time I told him to please stop, he would just beg and beg until I gave in. I remember laying there just wondering when it will be over and praying that it will be over soon. I never screamed.. I never yelled at him to stop.
My cousin was always “less fortunate” than I was. He didn’t know his dad, and his mother was a drug addict. We would spend every weekend together at my grandparent’s house. Our grandparents raised my cousin like he was their son. My parents always showed me love and attention. I guess I felt like I “owed it to him”. I thought I had such a perfect childhood, and it was just the price I had to pay to those who weren’t so lucky.
I’m not sure how often it happened, but I want to say it was every weekend we were together. As we grew older and into our teen years, we stopped spending time together and stopped going to our Grandparent’s house. I remember spending time with my cousin after it all ended, and him acting like nothing ever happened. But it was almost like I could see the shame and remorse in his eyes.
Over the years, I’ve had these memories resurface. It started to come up in my teenage years, but I always bottled it up. I couldn’t believe that it was true.. and if it was, I was determined to NOT let it affect my life.
When I was 16, my cousin passed away from a drug overdose. He was my only cousin, and the only child (other than myself) left in the family. I remember this being the roughest time of my life. Everyone was so hurt and felt so helpless -including me. I remember reading his obituary at his funeral and I couldn’t stop crying.. even in front of everyone. My family still to this day hasn’t accepted my cousin’s death. He is never talked about nor remembered.. It’s almost like it hurts too much to even say his name.
I’m 22 now and married to the love of my life. He is my soulmate. The only thing that’s wrong with our marriage is our sex life. He wants to have sex all of the time (what man doesn’t).. and I would be happy to do away with sex completely. Sometimes I can’t even bear the thought of him touching me. Sex always feels like an obligation, or work. It’s a gift that I like to give to my husband every other day. I fake all of my emotions during sex, because I feel no emotions during sex. I’ve never even had an orgasm (apart from masterbation). I can’t seem to bring myself to fake an orgasm though.. I feel like that would just hurt him more if he ever found out. My husband has become suspicious after 6 years of sex with no orgasm. I know it kills him to think that it’s his fault. I started to dig deep into myself and ask myself why I don’t want to have sex so badly.. and that’s when all of these memories started resurfacing.
Now I can’t control them. I thought that it wasn’t affecting my life.. but it is. It’s affecting my life more ways than I can imagine. I feel so lost now. I don’t even know who I am anymore. I shared this with my husband. He was supportive and listened.. but there’s not much else he can do.
Should I tell my mother? We have always had a close relationship throughout my whole life. I tell her everything.. but I’m not sure if she can handle this. She has a very big heart and she’s very fragile. She also blames herself for my cousin’s death constantly.. even thought there was nothing she could have done. This could just be one more thing to blamer herself for. I feel like if I tell her, I’ll feel better.. but I’m not sure if it’s worth the price. Should I tell her? Please help!