We who were sexually molested have struggles with our sense of masculinity. Some take on the macho image to hide from reality; others slink back and don't try. Regardless of how we respond, it's a challenge. We know we have the same anatomy, but we wonder—and sometimes worry—about muscles, strength, and penis size.
One of the biggest obstacles to feeling like a real man is the message that we absorbed, even though no one said it. "If I were a real man, I wouldn't have been a victim. I wouldn't have let him do that to me. I would have fought him."
Here's my message to men who struggle with this problem. You were a child and defenseless then. Now you are facing the issue. You are struggling. That ongoing effort makes you a man—a real man—because you refuse to give up.
I struggle with issues arising from my abuse.
The struggle reminds me that I am a man.
(This post was adapted from Not Quite Healed, written by Cecil Murphey and Gary Roe.)
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1 comment:
I have never felt like a "man" in the cultural sense. From the time I entered high school I knew I was different. All or most of the other boys seemed to have "the book". You know the one that tells you how a boy is supposed to behave, look, talk. It seemed to me that all the other guys seem to know things I was never privy too. I dreaded each social situation because I just knew everyone was watching out of the corner of their eye to see me embarrass myself.
Eventually I learned to observe and copy. Not a perfect solution because some guys were just idiots period and copying them was a bad idea. But eventually I got to where I could pass socially if the situation was brief enough. I longed to get away and find a isolated place I could be myself except that I had no idea what being myself really meant. Who the hell was I?
My first decade or two was about as awkward as it could get but eventually I learned to mimic well enough to impress and advance. I have a lot of people where I work who really like me and care about me and that makes me feel accepted and successful at the game but still deep down inside when I am alone, I can't fool myself. I know I am still very different if not inferior as I so often have felt.
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