First Trauma

The first moment of trauma I don’t even remember fully. I use to have these reoccurring dreams where I was very small at a friend of my mom’s house. There was a boy there. I remember being alone in a room with him and him initiating a game of wolf play? I don’t really remember much but I do remember blood being on a toy chest. I had this dream so much that eventually I was able to piece somethings together. I assume this boy raped me in some way at a very young age. When I asked my mother about this, she acted as though I was crazy. It is what it is but it does explain the things I did later on in life that led to more trauma and also ways I use to react to sexual things.